Wild Ride (Let it Ride Book 2) by Cynthia Rayne

Author:Cynthia Rayne [Rayne, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Later in the evening, Ash rode with Justice and Steele over to the strip club. The drive to Crimson Creek had been awkward and silent. Ash hadn’t done the teamwork thing since being in the military. To make matters worse, the bikers had insisted on driving, so she was squished between them as she rode in one of their trucks.

Her Forrester had four seats, more leg room, and bulletproof glass. She’d been shot at more than once, so it came in handy. For some reason, Ash had an uncanny ability to piss folks off.

They stood in the parking lot, staring at the glitter and glitz. The strip club was wrapped in red, white, and blue neon lights. On the club’s sign, a glittering cowgirl flexed her shitkickers with a wicked grin.

The lot was nearly full, and a group of guys in their twenties leaned up against the wall near the entrance. They wore identical blue shirts, but she stood too far away to read them. Ash guessed they were probably part of a bachelor party.

“You sure you wanna go in with us? It might get rough in there.”

She bristled. “I can handle myself, Steele. Unless you got another reason? Afraid your mafia pals will stop by and rat you out?”

After she’d signed the contract with Axel that morning, the president had let the club’s business relationship with the mafia slip. He’d been light on details, but she’d figured out the club had done one drug run across the border. Now, she’d be forced to work with the Horsemen to find the Raptors, and Steele’s club wouldn’t face any criminal repercussions.

Steele shook his head. “Not now, Ash.”

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

“Who pissed in your oatmeal?” Justice shot her a look, but she pretended not to hear him.

They trudged to the door. Both bikers paid an entry fee to a big, beefy guy in a tight white T-shirt and jeans working as a bouncer. He wore a ten-gallon hat, and his muscled arms were as big as her thighs.

“No charge for you, ma’am.” He tipped his cowboy hat.

“Why?”

He leered at her chest even though she’d dressed down in a sweatshirt and jeans. Walking into a strip club in provocative clothing would invite unwelcome attention when she was trying to lay low.

“We don’t get many ladies. You here to watch or strip too?”

Ugh.

The men draped against the walls whoohooed as if they expected a re-enactment of the creepy Aerosmith video, Crazy, where Alicia Silverstone and Liv Tyler jumped on stage at a strip club and took it all off.

One thing she loved about her job was the opportunity to channel all the rage she’d stored up. Bouncer Boy might be big, but she had tricks she’d bet he’d never seen before. Laying him out flat on the pavement would be easy and kind of funny.

Ash pulled back her fist, but Steele seized her elbow and hauled her in the door.

“Take it easy.”

“Hey!” She shoved him away once they were inside.

“We’re keepin’ this quiet-like, remember? Enemy territory and all.

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