Cocky Biker by Lily Harlem

Author:Lily Harlem [Harlem, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2022-05-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Wyatt got into the van and slammed the door at the same time Taff did.

“All good?” he asked.

“Sure,” Taff said, sparking up. “Nothing to see except oranges if anyone looks.”

“Which they won’t.” Wyatt tapped his pocket, checking the bribery money was still there with their passports. It was. “C’mon, the goddamn flies are biting the fuck out of me.”

He started the engine then pulled out of the compound. Dust spun into the air. The transaction had gone quicker than he’d expected. He hoped the journey back to the compound would also be smooth.

They jolted into a couple of potholes then started on the track toward the main road.

“Holy hell, that’s good gear back there,” Taff said.

“Sure is.”

“Fuck knows where they got it.”

“Don’t care, won’t ask.”

“Guess that’s the story of these guns now.” Taff chuckled. “Sooner we shift ’em on, the better.”

“Yeah.” Wyatt dug around for a smoke. “Enough oranges?”

“Yeah, more or less, as long as no one gets too nosy.”

The desert stretched before them, a vast shimmering horizon. To the right, dust plumed into the air, a swirl, a dust devil. Except it wasn’t. Wyatt quickly saw it was a gritty trail rising from bikes. “Fuck, we’ve got company.”

Taff pulled out his weapon. “Step on it. On the main road, the van will have the advantage.”

“Trying to.” Wyatt had his foot to the floor, but by doing so, they were getting knocked around, his head almost bashing onto the roof. Behind him, he could hear the orange crates crashing. “Fuck.”

They were being gained upon.

“Who the hell is it?” Taff peered forward. The air was awash with sand flying around.

Wyatt flicked on the wipers. Dirt smeared in a streaky arc over the glass.

“Shit.” Wyatt tried the wash and succeeded in making the situation even worse.

“Jesus Christ.” Taff rolled down his window and stuck his head out. “Can’t see a thing.”

Wyatt was slowing. He had to, he couldn’t see either. “Do something, Taff. Clean it.”

“With what?” Taff shouted then spluttered. “Damn it.”

The van lurched to the right, pitching Taff back into the van to collide with Wyatt.

Wyatt’s foot slipped off the gas, and the van ground to a halt in a ditch.

“This is a shitshow,” Wyatt said, drawing his weapon and opening his door. “And whoever is chasing us down is gonna take a bullet.”

Taff was already climbing out. “It’s Arturo’s sidekick. That prick with the goatee.”

“Asshole.” Wyatt wasn’t surprised. “What’s he want?”

“I’ll give you one guess.”

Wyatt didn’t need to guess. Goatee hadn’t been happy with the deal from the start, and it was clear he’d decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Three with him,” Taff said, using the van door for cover as the four bikes loomed out of the dust storm.

“Good, that’s two each. Shouldn’t be a problem.” Wyatt rubbed his gritty eyes, then spotted a bottle of water in his door. He squirted it over the windscreen, washing away the worst of the dirt.

“What the fuck?” Taff frowned at him.

“We’ll need to see where we’re going at some point.

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