Never Wed an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) by Nicole Snow

Author:Nicole Snow [Snow, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ice Lips Press
Published: 2016-09-02T05:00:00+00:00

Dust didn't say shit when I walked out. Just handed me an address written on a napkin in his crabbed handwriting.

Some place in Knoxville. Probably not a dangerous job, or else he'd have briefed us and brought more guys.

No, this was just him and I. Weird, really, but fuck if I was asking any questions I didn't need to.

We rolled through the gate and I followed the Prez along the highway, letting the fresh spring air rolling off the Smokies fill my lungs.

The mountains loomed large in the distance. Having a clubhouse here felt like living in a castle sometimes. Not that it gave us any hard protection if the Deads down in Georgia or any other mean motherfuckers decided to roll into our territory.

For the first time in years, we had money, and we were starting to get our shit straight. Skin, our Treasurer, was helping jump start the new strip club in town. So was the rich girl he'd taken for an old lady, the stray we'd all helped save.

We'd gotten a piece of her daddy's money in return. Badly needed cash, honestly, seeing how the club was running on cheap booze and favors before we fell into it.

Dust rolled down the exit leading into the city and I followed. A couple minutes later, we rounded our way into a cozy neighborhood full of old houses, sleeker and safer than the trailer park where I'd grown up.

His bike slid to a stop next to a small gray house. I watched the Prez tear off his helmet and followed suit, stuffing it into the empty space behind me.

“What the hell we doing here, Cap'n?” I asked.

“Personal favor. If she starts screaming, you just grab her and gag her.”

What the fuck? He didn't elaborate, and now I wondered what the hell had crawled up his ass.

I followed him up the concrete steps leading into the house, his hand too close to the holster tucked against his belt for comfort.

Dust knocked on the door while I stood next to him. We both waited, and it seemed like nobody was home.

“Sure hope the man left it unlocked. Otherwise, we'll break it down.” He reached for the knob. It popped with a single turn, and the door creaked open into a dark, neat looking house.

Relief should've steamed out my nostrils, knowing we wouldn't have to kick down a suburban door in broad daylight. But I wasn't letting go of shit 'til I found out why the fuck we were here.

“Come on,” Dust said, waving me in behind him.

We headed for the kitchen, where I saw a skinny older man dressed up in a tan shirt at the kitchen table, a bottle of Johnnie at his side. Wasn't 'til we were face to face that I saw the brown shirt was a sheriff's, complete with badge, and then I nearly shit my pants.

“Jimmy, goddammit, you're gonna kill yourself.” Dust grabbed the half-empty bottle and smacked it on the counter, away from the very drunken cop.

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