Road to Freedom by Piper Davenport

Author:Piper Davenport
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dogs of fire, Hatch, motorcycle club
Publisher: Tracey Jane Jackson
Published: 2018-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

Remington

Thursday morning, I was bouncing off the walls, needing out of the compound. Monday had been a shit show with Merrick’s schedule, so I was forced to call the bank instead of going inside the building, which was fine, I was able to get enough information to order checks and such. But then he got stuck on a conference call with a client on Tuesday so by the time he got off, the class I’d wanted to join was over, which totally blew my plans since he refused to let anyone else take me.

Wednesday, I’d worked on a slide show for Natalie, and going through old photos from Michelle’s life with me and Kennedy had been tough. So much so, I was snappy with Merrick all day, until he finally fucked me back into some semblance of normalcy that evening.

But now it was Thursday, and he’d wandered off to some private office somewhere in the back of the compound, and I was done.

“You look like you’re about to pitch a hissy,” Alamo observed, walking into the kitchen where I’d just poured my third cup of coffee. Alamo was tall, built, and had a kickass beard that begged to be touched. I didn’t for obvious reasons, the least of which being Jasmine would cut me into a million pieces, and the most of which being I was in love with my own man.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” I deadpanned.

He smiled. “You need something?”

“I need out of this goddamn building.”

“Finch not around?”

I shrugged. “I haven’t seen him for over an hour. He’s been stuck on some conference call for a year now, so I have a feeling I’m not gonna see him anytime soon.”

“He not good with a recruit shuttling you?”

“Apparently not,” I said with a sigh.

He checked his watch. “I got a few. Want me to take you somewhere?”

I bit my lip. “There’s a class starting in twenty minutes at Parker, you know over on third?”

“The arts place?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, I can take you.”

“Oh my god, that would be amazing. I’ll just grab my stuff.”

I made a run for Merrick’s room, changing into a leotard and shoving toe shoes and sweats into a tote in record time. I met Alamo back downstairs in less than ten minutes, and we headed out to his truck.

“Did you let Finch know we’re leaving?” he asked as I climbed up into his truck.

“Um, no, I’ll do that now,” I promised and pulled out my phone.

Alamo climbed into the cab and faced me. “All good?”

“Yep.”

Technically, I hadn’t heard back from Merrick, but I doubted he’d be concerned if I was with Alamo. And since I was a grown-ass adult, and I was with the Sergeant at Arms for a badass motorcycle club, I figured Merrick would be fine with it.

Little did I know I figured wrong. Very wrong.

* * *

Finch

I came up for air just before lunch and headed upstairs to look for Remington. My phone was currently charging in my room, considering I’d lost juice about an hour into my conference call with Mack.

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