Page 30 of Reaper's Rage

He immediately pulls around to the front.

“See them?” I ask.

“Yeah. There’s an empty spot next to them.”

“Good. Pull in and get out. Don’t look at them. Just head into the store, but without your kutte.”

I feel the SUV stop and hear Laser open the door. He jumps down and walks away. I wait for a few seconds and I’m about to scuttle out when I hear another car door open. The passenger gets out and walks toward the driver’s door of ours. He then kneels down just enough to reach under the chassis. I watch him affix something to the undercarriage before he returns to his car.

“He’s one of them. His vest is on the front seat.” I hear him tell his friend. “I planted…” I don’t hear the rest because he slams his door shut. But I can guess what he’s saying. He planted a tracker. Well, I’ll take care of that, just as soon as I plant our device.

I slide out far enough to reach under theirs to plant Byte’s little prize. It’s a small but powerful electromagnetic bomb. Once the SUV hits fifty miles per hour, it’ll trigger a pulse that will wipe out the vehicle’s electronics, turning it into a worthless box of metal. Before I return to my spot, I yank the device he planted off and pocket it. I’m fairly certain it’s a tracker, but I plan on showing it to Byte.

Laser returns and we do a reverse. He parks behind the store where I can slide out and go inside. I look through the window to see my girl chatting with Dante and Chaos. Dante is holding her phone and taking pictures of her while she poses against my bike. I tamp down the urge to kill my President and berate my girl, when I notice she has her back to the SUV tailing us. This gives Dante and Chaos a chance to study the men without drawing attention to themselves. I imagine they’re also getting some useful images to send to Smoke. Byte is at the counter, so I join him after grabbing a soda. I slide the tracker to him as the kid rings up my purchase. Byte picks it up and studies it, lifting his eyebrow at me in question. I pay for my drink and walk out with Byte.

“It’s a tracker.” Byte says and I nod.

“Thought so. Asshole One planted it under our SUV before I installed your gift on theirs.” I tell him with my back to the SUV in question.

“Want me to turn it off?” Byte offers.

I grin. “Hell no, I think I’ll find another vehicle to carry it for us. I’m sure we’ll run into an asshole between here and Vegas who could use some trouble.”

Byte laughs and shakes his head. “They’ll know you have it when we leave.”

I shrug. “Just another way to fuck with them.”

When we join the others, I wrap my girl in my arms. I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I saw you giving my President and SOA a show. Trying to make me jealous?”

Ashlyn turns to look at me, her eyes wide. “No. I was…”

“I know what you were doing.” I assure her. “Just giving you a hard time. Did you get the photos to Smoke? Who’s idea was it? Yours?”

She grins and nods, wrapping her arms around my neck. Lifting her up so she wraps her legs around me. When I capture her mouth, I savor her taste and don’t stop until I hear the guys whistling. I offer them a smug grin before mounting my bike and helping her to climb on behind me.

We file out of the gas station, leaving Laser behind. He knows the plan. He’ll stay out of sight until he sees the other SUV take off. Once they leave, he’ll follow. Until Byte’s gift delivers.

We’re just pulling onto the freeway when Smoke gives us the good news. One black SUV carrying two assholes is now broken down on the side of the highway. One added benefit of Byte’s bomb is that their phones no longer work, either. It’ll be a while before they get some help.

CHAPTER TWENTY: ASHLYN

Once we’re back on the freeway, I feel Reaper’s body shaking with laughter. Doesn’t take me long to realize their plan must have worked. I didn’t realize how tense I’d been until I knew Reaper eliminated the threat. Tightening my arms around Reaper, I squeeze to show him my appreciation. He responds by rubbing my leg.

I relax for the rest of the ride. We’re surrounded by desert, so the scenery isn’t much, but the blue sky and open vista are relaxing. I’m feeling the miles and desperate for a break. I try not to shift too much and give myself away. The guys want to get to Vegas as quickly as they can. So I’m surprised when they pull of the freeway and stop at a diner.

“Stiff?” Reaper asks me as we disembark.

“Yeah.” I respond, stretching.

“You’ve done well.” Dante says. “Five hours on a bike can be hard, especially when you’re a passenger. We’ve got about forty-five minutes to go.”

“We’ll eat and take a break, then it won’t be so hard for the last leg.” Chaos tells me as the server shows us to two booths. Ghost slides into one and I slide in across from him while Scar, Chaos and Dante take the booth across the aisle from us. Byte stops Reaper before he can join me. Reaper reaches into a pocket on his kutte to retrieve something that he gives to Byte.

“What was that?” I ask.

“A tracker those guys put on the SUV.” Reaper says. “Byte wants to examine it.”

“Why did you keep it?” I ask, tweaking my nerves. “Did you turn it off?”