Page 6 of Dr Feel Good
Especially one as notorious as Roman Mac. I wanted answers because I was determined to find out what the fuck was going on. If Razor was betraying our club, was he acting alone? Not that it mattered, even if it was for Roman.
Beautiful man. Beautiful cock.
Beautiful savage.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Fendi complained, trudging through the newly fallen snow toward our destination, a remote cabin deep in the forest, roughly seventy miles southwest of Wichita.
Too fucking far from home. I would give almost anything to be in my warm bed in the trailer I shared with my two sisters and our pit bull. I couldn’t shake the feeling of a fucking catastrophe on the horizon.
“We might have to call it and go to a motel until tomorrow,” she continued. “I can’t take much more. My tits are frozen.”
Each word produced a blast of frozen air. Wanting to preserve my air, I didn’t respond, my body little more than a block of ice. My gloved fingers gripping the handle of the briefcase, as well as the ones holding my cellphone, would need prying away before I could release it. I understood Fendi’sdiscomfort, and as soon as we were safe and warm, I’d talk my ass off.
Still, I couldn’t understand where the fuck Fendi was guiding me. A fucking frozen no-man’s-land at the end of the goddamn world. A little way back, we bypassed a restricted road and now skirted the edges of a fence.Shecould try to make it back to the parking area.Iwould follow that private road and hope a cabin was at the end. Some rich fuckheads kept acres of land solely for hunting and roughed it while they bagged wild turkeys in the spring and whitetail deer in the fall.
But I was cold, so, at this point, I would welcome even a fucking deer stand. Breaking and entering could be excused in a life and death matter.
“Razor was pretty upset about the whole Bloody Scorpions thing. Taking out an entire chapter of those fuckheads is no small feat.”
I nodded in agreement, although I doubt she noticed. The flashlights on our phones bounced in front of us, and broke through the icy darkness, revealing a white wonderland that would kill us if the snowfall didn’t relent or we didn’t find shelter.
“Still didn’t find out LouisianaorReese’s location. I would just like to make sure they’re okay after how shit went down.” Fendi fell silent for a heartbeat before talking again. “How much cash do you think we’re transporting?”
I was too cold to give a fuck.She’dopened the suitcase. She could take a better guess than me. Things were so precarious because of yesterday’s Bloody Scorpion’s attack, leading to Razor tapping me to transport the money to Roman, who’d supposedly provided pivotal assistance to the Royal Bastards.
Bullshit.
Roman hated the Bastards as much as Warrior, Reese, and Louisiana hated the Scorpions. As much as Razor claimed he did.
“Where is this fucking cabin?” Fendi demanded ten minutes later. A fresh round of snow was falling, the temperature was dropping, and the wind was picking up, whistling around us with ominous ferocity. I knew the makings of a blizzard when I saw one. “We’ve been hoofing it for an hour.”
“You tell me,” I puffed out, almost past the point of cold.
“Trust me, babe. We don’t have much longer,”
“We need to find shelter and see what we can do in the morning.” We definitely couldn’t make it back to our bikes. “Let’s see where that access road leads.”
“If we don’t find a lit-up place built of glass and cypress wood soon, we’re turning around. And I saw that road, too. That’s a privately owned cabin back there. We’re looking for a rental.”
“Are you sure?”
The weather had deteriorated since we parked our bikes and headed into the forest. Maybe, the shockingly heavy snow drifts left her confused. Against my sense of survival, I halted and forced my cell phone up, allowing the flashlight to halo her and the flurries of snow falling. “Let’s look at the coordinates again.”
“Stop whining,” Fendi ordered.
I’d been praying to find this beacon in the dark, which she’d said was our target when she pulled up the GPS location, and she showed me the place on Google Earth. So far, we hadn’t found it. “Double check the fucking coordinates, Fendi.” It wasn’t a suggestion this time. It was a fucking order.
“I don’t have reception,” Fendi said, annoyed. “I checked when we first started out, but I’m ninety-five percent certain we’re on the correct course.”
Long ago, Fendi had been the RC, so I trusted her sense of direction. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders andtucked me into the warmth of her body. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t freezing. She was so fucking warm, I wondered if she’d developed a fever.
“Hot flashes have their perks,” she said cheerfully when I inquired. “I could roll around in this fucking snow buck naked and it wouldn’t affect me.”
“You’re so fucking insane,” I said around laughter, our earlier tension forgotten, though her toastiness seemed more than a fucking hot flash. “I cannot imagine—”
A loud blast cut through the silent night. Fendi jerked and stumbled. Her sudden release of me sent me sprawling face-first into the snow. I gasped at the jolt of iciness splattering my face. The hood of my jacket slid off my head, and my hair swirled around me.
Gunfire burst around me. If I hadn’t fallen, I would’ve been shot. My grip on the briefcase slackened, surprising me, but I quickly reclaimed it. We had a job to do just as soon as we neutralized the threat. Whatever the fuck it might be—hunters on a suicide mission for a stag or serial killers on the hunt for unarmed victims.
