DESERT KING: RB MC by JAX HART

Author:JAX HART [HART, JAX]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-25T23:00:00+00:00

My hand is cramped from signing so much paperwork. My bank account is about to be down to a penny, but I feel like a million bucks.

I’m planning on going back to my gloomy rental, piling all my bags and boxes back in the truck and camping out in the yard of my new home this weekend. Jenny will pay me at the end of next week in cash, so I have about eight dollars to use on coffee and tacos until then.

Placing my stack of papers on the seat, I pull out. There are about four cars in front of me waiting for the light. The sound of familiar engines rumble from my left. One by one, six men on bikes zoom across the intersection. The glint of the sun bounces off the chrome, almost blinding me.

My hands clench on the wheel. I didn’t miss Tarak’s bronze skin and broad shoulders as he raced past.

My fingers tap the wheel. Instead of going straight like I should, I turn right, tailing them. I keep a discreet distance. My tanks on full. Fuck it. I follow them simply because I can. Heck, my new home is in the direction they’re going anyway…. Out of town. One of the rider’s pulls over to the shoulder as the rest keep going. I sink in my seat, hoping I’m not made. When I pass, it shakes me when I see it’s Tarak. The man looks utterly broken. His face is etched in pain. His biceps are two huge bronze works of art, decorated in bright turquoise tattoos. He’s too busy staring at a white cross to even pay attention to me gawking as I roll by.

I’m confused. I can’t stand the man but I of all people know that every person has a story. His chapters aren’t all good ones either. I pull over at an RV park, parking my truck behind a row of campers.

RV’s have soared in popularity since COVID. People can travel and see the states while staying in their own traveling hotel room.

Eight minutes later, Tarak races by. I hold my breath, count to fifty, and pull out of my hiding spot.

I follow the men from a distance again. They pass my dirt road, driving between two mountain ranges and enter the Interstate. It’s hard to keep my distance and not be caught out. But luckily a few truckers are on the road. I let a Walmart truck slip past me and then one from Costco. A few cars enter the highway.

The sun is getting lower and lower. I won’t trail them much longer but maybe if Edge thinks I’m doing what he wants he’ll back off until I can make it to my hideaway home. I’ll lie and tell him and Tarak I’m going back to Florida. But I do need a new ride. One that isn’t stolen or belonging to some pimp from an MC. When the time comes, I’ll leave the truck with the keys in it at the Triple X for him to fetch.

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