ASH: A Bad Boy Biker MC Romance Novel by Meg Jackson

Author:Meg Jackson [Jackson, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-23T18:30:00+00:00

19

“Well…I mean…it’s got four wheels and an engine…I guess that’s really…all I need?” I chewed my lip as I stared down at the little junker that the old man had proudly driven around the corner and parked before me.

I couldn’t tell if it was the color it was because of the rust, the dust, or because it was supposed to be that color. A very faded and half-unreadable logo indicated that the car had, at one time, been a Ford, though I doubted the company would be willing to take ownership of it in the shape it was in. The tires, at least, looked new-ish. A dented passenger-side door, a missing handle on the back driver’s side door, and a crack in the rearview that would put a plumber to shame completed the perfect aura of “total shit” that the car gave off.

“Ayup, it’ll run ya where ya need to go, but she ain’t no looker, that’s for damn sure,” Frankie, the dealer, said, finishing with a healthy spit of chewing tobacco juice onto the desert dust.

“Frankie, you’re shitting me. You think a girl like this wants to be seen in this beater? Now, I saw some shiny little pieces back there when we were coming down the road, don’t you tell me you can’t do us better than this,” Reign said, his arms folded. He stood beside me in his cut, a term I’d only just learned. I had no idea how he kept it on in the oppressive heat, which seemed to crack everything in sight. I’d take a sip of water and immediately feel it evaporate on my tongue.

“Short notice? Clean plates? Full reg? For a trade-in? I’ll do you good, you know that, but I ain’t tryin’ to put myself outta business,” Frankie said, mimicking Reign’s posture and drawing himself up to seem taller than he really was. The two men stared into each other’s eyes; I fidgeted, arms behind my back. Finally, though, Frankie’s shoulders slumped and his eyes and arms both dropped.

“Okay, okay, Reign, yer a good customer, I tell ya what, I’ll see what all I gots back there for the little Miss,” Frankie said, another glob of chewing tobacco spit flying from the side of his mouth as he turned away and got back into the old rust bucket, driving away with a clatter that could have raised the dead. Not ideal for discreet passage anywhere.

“Thanks,” I said, looking up at Reign gratefully. I’d doubted that the car even had air conditioning, and in heat like this that was going to be a must.

“No problem. I told you I’d take care of you. Frankie’s a good guy, but he’ll always try to get one over on you if he can. He knows better than to try and screw with me too much, though,” Reign said. “But if I hadn’t been here, you’d have taken that hunk of junk?”

I shrugged. I wasn’t much for haggling. And my ability to stick up for myself in any sort of situation had been gathering dust ever since I’d met Jeremy.

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