Fuck no, not with a sweet piece like Tinker around. We all gotta do our part, bro. Passing through? Could be a coincidence. Anyone I know? Few years back, we had a hangaround whose girlfriend worked at The Line. She set him up—they were working with the Feds.
The snitch pulled a runner. Called himself Hands, no idea what his real name is. Much as I hate the fucker, last thing we need is LEO sniffing out the cross-border trade and shutting it down. Throw in the fact that he could blow my cover and we got a big problem. Gage shook his head, looking almost regretful. Her fingernails were long and red like talons, and they were currently digging deep into my stomach. For reasons completely beyond me she seemed to think this was sexy.
Sadie had done her best to crawl inside my pants while Gage disappeared into the bathroom with Talia for a quickie. I had every intention of sharing that little tidbit with all the brothers back home, too.
A chain-link fence lined with razor wire surrounded a large, open parking lot to one side of the building. We parked our bikes on the street, away from the line of club bikes in front of the building.
A couple of prospects were lurking around outside. Most of them were dirty and a couple were flat-out rat bikes. Back home, our prospects would be all over that shit, shining up the chrome and making sure everything stayed clean. Loud music poured out as we walked toward the large rolling gate into the fenced area. Talia dragged Gage along proudly, like a cat with a particularly juicy mouse. Sadie was giggling and hanging all over me.
I could already see her in a few years, all played out and broken-down. Talia headed straight for the prospects. Keep an eye on their bikes. Gage shot me a quick look, as if to say Told you so. The Nighthawk Raiders had really fallen to shit. We were out of line. There was the usual mess of club whores, all fucked up on God knows what. A few old ladies here and there, some loud music. Most of the others were high as shit. No wonder they kept running short on product.
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Made me think of my mom. Not my favorite but it fit the night somehow. Girls started dancing around the fire, stumbling drunkenly into men who swung them up and around before dragging them off into the darkness.
I just leaned back into him, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensation as he coaxed me to life. Then I heard a shrieking noise and opened my eyes. A couple pulled away from the fire, close enough to us that we could see and hear them, but not so close that they noticed us.
Reaper's Property by Joanna Wylde.
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