Page 18 of Snatched Princess

“Noooo, I’m not. I’m just proud of you. You did good. I don’t want anyone else by my side. I snatched myself up a Savage Outlaw president, I’m the fucking man,” I grin enjoying her husky laugh. I shake my head in awe of her my cock getting hard. “I fucking love you, so much.”

“I love you, it’s crazy and it’s true,” she rolls her eyes sighing. “I’m a poet now. I sound like some mushy pea brain. I’m not like this!”

“Like you said love can make you do crazy things. You ready to get our coke?”

“Yeah, it’s a bet. They know who’s boss now. Those bitches can’t organize a salad, if they don’t have a lead, their will be no club. The stash house will be wide open, but we gotta go right now because if we don’t, they will snort that shit right on up. Get the crew together and let’s roll out.” Reluctantly I let go of her.

“Are you trying to run Dark Angels now?” I ask snatching her nose between my fingers. She smacks me hard on the ass as we laugh together.

“No, you got enough going on. This is going to help though. You saved me. Not that I thought I wanted to be saved. I ain’t no damsel in distress, but you did.”

“Who’s the mushy one bae?” I arch my eyebrow at her as we walk over hand in hand to the crew. Fi’s there, Simone, Bull, Psych and Slash. My mind’s been preoccupied with my girl, but when I look over at Slash and can still feel the tension between us. He’s staring at our hands clasped together in contempt. He’s got a fucking nerve.

Psych is standing beside Lara with one hand over the other. “Nice work. I heard.”

“Had to be,” Lara confirms as she tucks her .44 in her holster.

“Sure did.”

I’m on unsure territory. I don’t know what Slash’s directive is going to be, and Bull’s staring him down too. “What’s the move Prez?” Bull questions with a chuckle.

Slash rakes a hand through his hair. “Snatch, you can lead out with Lara’s help. You got this one. It’s hot at the stash house, every time we go there, we get busted. Snatch, take precautions. I want you Sledge and Lara to ride, that’s it. Take the van. The way the cops show up on cue makes me think they’ve got an alarm system on the stash house…” Slash says thinking out loud.

“They might have, but we’re gonna bring in half the stash, we still got a lot to pick up. In and out,” I tell him.

“Yeah, that’s cool, that’s cool.” I sense he’s winging it. No idea what he’s doing in that seat. I don’t say nothing, but I know the length’s he’ll go to now. I know how far I can throw him.

I pivot and Sledge slides in stride with us. “Hey Lara. How are you feeling about this? You got a better idea than last time?”

“Hmm, yes and no. We can keep the same route. It’s not going to be effective. I have the key. We don’t have to bust in this time. All we have to do is check in grab the keys and roll them out.” Every time I think of what her father did to her. I want to ride out and shoot his already dead body again. If I didn’t take the gun from Lara’s hands, I would have shot him myself. She’s one of the bravest, most incredible women I know.

“I trust you,” Sledge tells her putting his fist out.

She fist bumps him back her blonde locks flowing behind in the breeze. Goddamn. A snatch to end all snatches. We stand together at the van. I plant a sloppy one on her cheek. She promptly wipes it off. “Let’s rock and roll.” This is the shit I freaking love. Slash came to his senses, but he had no fucking choice. I snatched up Lara and I ended up being fucking right.

I slide the door back, another still night rocking in Serenity. I let my mind think over where the stash was the last time we rolled through. Back corner on a stack of pallets. Same shit, different night. I’m not thinking hard when I pull up to the section of traffic lights, but when I look down, I’m right next to a fucking cop car.

Shitty deal. He’s seen me, and thank fuck it’s not that pussy ass Sheriff Hunter, it’s some other schmuck, but it’s not fucking good because he taps his partner when he sees us. If you pull me over fucker, I swear to God. I’m not worried, the van has been swept clean and their ain’t no coke in it. If they were to bring sniffer dogs in though, shit those dogs would be barking up a storm. I sigh as Sledge sees what I see.

Fuck. Cop car. “You sure that Sheriff didn’t put a tracking device on the van?” Sledge says. We pull over as the deputy sheriff’s car slowly rolls by. I’m not willing to take the risk.

“I feel like there is. Every fucking time this happens. I’m over it.”

“What? What are you doing?” Lara asks from the back seats. “Cop car. Look up the street.” I keep my eyes trained on the cop car that’s one block ahead.

“See that?” I nod in the direction of the cop car.

“Yeah? So, what if you stop, they’re going to think you’re doing something,” Lara says.

“Nah, nah, listen I don’t wanna give Slash another reason to give me the fucking shits.”

“That’s fair. Let’s not make it suss. I’m going to grab a coffee right here.” We’re standing outside a diner, and I cross my arms with a bad gut feeling.

“You’re worried. Forget it. He drove right past. Fuck Slash respectfully. I know he’s your homeboy, but you got this. Don’t sweat it.”

“Yeah, he is, but I don’t think we’ll be the same again after this.” I look back and sure enough I’m right. The same cop car has done a loop around the block.

“Man, fucking pigs!” Sledge comments. “Come on we can see ‘em from the window.”

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