Spark (Ruin Outlaws MC, #2) by Amy Isan

Author:Amy Isan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Outlaw military mc, Motorcycle Club romance, new adult coming of age, contemporary outlaws alpha urban, bad boys, mc serial, suspenseful romance, romance mystery
Publisher: Amy Isan
Published: 2014-05-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 5 — LOGAN

It happens today. The drug deal is going to be out in the middle of the desert. I've already collected everyone together at the bar, and I'm ready. Are the men? I scan over my small crew and try to pick them apart. Some of them look a bit nervous, but not in a way that makes me worry. Rifle is late, but I don't expect much from him anymore. I feel like I'm being thrown down a highway at full speed. It's almost funny, because that's when I feel like I'm at my best. My mind is sharp and ready to act at the first sign of trouble.

Fucking Cassie. I can't believe she would be so thick-headed. Like she didn't know I was a biker, in a biker gang. Didn't she call me an outlaw outright when we first met? Does she just think that regular guys, honest and upstanding citizens, steal wallets and IDs, mess with crime scenes, and shit? I should be pissed, but I'm more upset than that. Tank is eyeing me suspiciously. I haven't spoken since I walked into the bar, but I'm getting ready to.

"You look like shit, Prez," Tank jokes. I shake my head and crack a weak smile.

"I didn't sleep because I was worried one of you assholes was gonna be late," I reply. I shoot a look at Rifle, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. If anything, that's a good thing. The less aggressive he is with me, the better things will be around here. I guess he's finally calming down — maybe he's nervous. Like he's human.

The truth is I couldn't sleep because of Cassie. Any other woman I would have told to fuck off and I would have walked out of their life. What's the point of stressing about it? I'll meet more. Hell, I'll meet hundreds more, and sleep with them all too, right? I snort and realize I'm grinning like an idiot to no one at the bar, and Sword cocks his head at me.

"All right," I say, slamming my hands down on the pool table. The lacquer is peeling off the trim, and there are dark gashes present from someone digging their knife into the wood underneath. "You all made it, good. I guess you all have what it takes to do this run then. Now," I lean down and reach under the bar and pull up two bags of cash. "This is our stash, we're trading it to the smugglers today. Since some of you don't know how this goes, let me educate you." I narrow my gaze on a couple of them, Sword and Petrol mostly, who don't look as engaged as they should be. "I don't want any twitchy moves out there. Tank and I will ride with the money in our bikes, and we'll hold standard formation."

I hike up my pants and pull my pistol from my jeans. I slam it on the table to punctuate my speech. "I'm sure you all brought guns today, like I told you.

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