Minus (Burning Saints MC, #1) by Jack Davenport

Author:Jack Davenport
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: motorcycle club, harley, dogs of fire, hatch, romance
Publisher: Tracey Jane Jackson
Published: 2018-02-05T16:00:00+00:00

Minus

The Portland Saturday Market was started in the seventies, right around the time many of the area’s biggest clubs were just beginning to get organized. The Burning Saints were among these “early settlers,” and still put a high value on the people and places that continue to make Portland what it is.

The market was a maze of vendors and artisans that was set up and torn town every Saturday during the spring and summer months. Families could easily mix in with the hippies and freaks of Portland and enjoy live music, as well as demonstrations about organic, free-range, non-GMO, artisanal Christmas tree farming, or whatever the local college kids were fired up about. All the area clubs viewed the market as neutral territory; a safe public place where parties could meet openly without hassle.

Cutter and I arrived at Ankeny Square ten minutes early to find Viper and Crush waiting.

“Well, at least he showed up,” I said as we approached the designated meeting spot. More importantly, I noticed two black canvas duffle bags at Crush’s feet. I hoped this meant the money was here, and the meeting would be smooth sailing. However, if the bags didn’t contain our money, I wasn’t sure if the market was going to remain a blood-free zone for much longer.

Viper smiled wide, and extended his arms as we approached. “Mr. Cutter, it’s so nice to finally meet you. My name is—”

“I know who the fuck you are,” Cutter snapped. “Now give me my money, and tell me why we’re here.”

“You are a man who gets straight to the point. I like that,” Viper said.

“And, from what I’ve seen, you aren’t, so let’s cut the shit,” I said.

He focused on me. “Mr. Minus, it’s so nice to see you again. I was hoping it would be you that accompanied Mr. Cutter today. I found you so... amusing last time we spoke.”

“Yeah. I’m a real laugh fuckin’ riot.” I raised an eyebrow. “You said you wanted five minutes of Cutter’s time, so how ’bout you hand over those bags and we can start the clock.”

“Right down to business it is, then.” Viper motioned to Crush, who picked up the bags and dropped them clumsily at my feet. His eyes remained locked on me the entire time.

“You keep those eyeballs pinned on me like that, and I’ll roll ’em to the back of your head for you,” I said.

“Try me,” Crush ground out, before rejoining Viper.

“You’ll find that all your money is there,” Viper said. “As promised, I didn’t touch a single dollar. You can look it’s all there.”

Cutter carefully unzipped one of the bags.

“It’s alright, there are no tricks or tracking devices.” Viper held his hands up in surrender. “I’m returning your money, just as I found it.”

“‘Found it’ is a funny way to put it. Personally, I think steal’s a bit more accurate, don’t you? So, tell me why did you steal my money, only to give it back?” Cutter asked.

“To show you that I could, Mr. Cutter.

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