Page 7 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
Chapter 3
Phoenix
“There it is up the road.” I pointed to the silhouette of the car. “Fuck…”
“What?”
“There’s a tow truck hooking it up.” Problems, problems, problems.
Ash shrugged as he began to slow the truck and pull over to the side of the road. “That explains why she was walking. Hardly a problem; it’s more of a solution really. If it’s broken down then we would have had to go back and get a tow truck from the club. This guy is just going to tow it back to the club house for us. Besides, we don’t even have a key for it. It’s wherever the purse ended up.”
“Yeah. Sure.” I hadn’t noticed the alleged purse she dropped when we’d taken her. Not that I was looking all that hard for it, but it would have been nice to grab it so there wouldn’t have been any red flags waved. Though chances were whoever took it would happily cash in, and not be concerned over the owner.
Undoing my safety belt, my hand reached for the door handle as we approached the two vehicles. The tow truck driver had the vehicle hooked up and was approaching the cab of his truck.
“Looks like we made it just in time.”
“Not sure they could take it without the owner being here anyhow.”
As our truck stopped next to the tow truck, I opened the door and hopped out, with Ash hot on my heels. Getting a better look at the driver, I determined this was going to be an easy situation. The driver was short and portly fellow with a look of annoyance mixed with I-don’t-give-a-fuck on his face.
“You the owner of this vehicle?” The driver asked as I approached.
Without hesitation, I replied. “Yeah. Actually we are.”
“Well, I’ve been waiting here for well over an hour. You’re supposed to be by the vehicle when I arrive!” he scolded us. “I’m not required to stay and wait. You just got lucky it’s a slow day and I didn’t have another call.”
I wasn’t sure if I was amused or if I wanted to pull the gun from my waistband and blow his fucking head off. Not too many people had the balls to talk to us like that – especially a portly, ferret-looking fucker like him.
Ash stepped ahead of me. “Yeah. Well, something came up. We need you to follow us to the drop-off spot.”
“Buddy, I’m paid to pick up the car and drop it to the nearest service station so unless the drop-off spot is the repair shop forty-five minutes down the road then you’re on your own.”
Ash’s jaw clenched and I could see his temper begin to flare as he took a menacing step forward, his hand reaching behind his back. He really needed to learn that sometimes you could catch more flies with honey than vinegar. “Whoa. Hold up. I think we can make this worth your while.” Grabbing my wallet, I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. The driver’s eyes immediately caught sight of the bill and his demeanor softened. “How does a hundred sound for your trouble?”
He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “You’ve got my attention, might take a little more than that though. Three hundred would sound much better.”
Looking over at my partner, I lifted a brow.
Ash took another step forward, making the driver take a step backward. “I mean, two hundred works.” I pulled out a second hundred-dollar bill from my wallet and offered them both to him. He snatched the bills from my fingertips and shoved them into the pocket of his ripped and grease-stained jeans. “Give me a minute to check on the hookup and then lead the way.”
“Good.” Ash nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
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“She finally settled down, has she?” I ask entering the living area where Ash was seated mindlessly flipping through the television channels. We didn’t get cable this far out, but we had satellite. We tended to spend more time than we’d like here. Behind the cabin was acres of cannabis plants well concealed by the heavily wooded area. Cannabis was the main source of income for our club and we produced some of the best and most in-demand product in the country.
She’d been quiet when we’d dumped her in the room initially, but she’d gotten a bout of energy and had kicked up a pretty big fuss just before I’d left for the food. Her room was quite a way from our main living area, but she had a good set of lungs on her, her screams echoing throughout the house. It wouldn’t have surprised me if the quiet was more due to Ash gagging her than her quieting on her own.
Ash shrugged. “Yeah, I’m not hearing anything from her. Haven’t since you left for the food as a matter of fact. Her outburst was pretty short lived.”
Chuckling, I sank down onto the plush chair and tossed the bag of food onto the coffee table. Ash had already gotten a couple of bottles of beer out and ready for my arrival. “That’s good. Maybe she yelled herself hoarse.”
“Not sure why she’s bothering, it’s not like there’s anyone who could hear her that would care for miles.”
“She doesn’t know that.” Leaning forward, I opened the bag of food. The roadside diner a half-hour down the road had amazing food. It was in my experience that some of the best food didn’t come from those fancy schmancy fine dining restaurants, but instead from small hole-in-the-wall places. Maybe it’s because it reminded me of the home cooking I missed so much. My mother had been a fantastic cook. She’d put most of those Michelin star assholes to shame. Me on the other hand – not so much.
Ash shrugged. “Suppose we can’t blame her for trying.”
