Club Property: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC by Selena Black Page A
Authors: Selena Black
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us.”
“Shit,” Six cursed.
“Do you think the job is a set up?” Patch asked.
“Well, something isn’t right,” Six went on.
“So, what do we do?” Crash asked.
“Just keep driving for the moment,” Six replied. “Then turn off at the next gas station and see if they carry on again.”
The cat and mouse game continued as the black sedan trailed in their wake and showed no signs of catching up or passing. It was around forty miles before they approached the next station and Crash signaled at the last moment to turn in the entrance.
“They’re doing the same as before,” he said as he slowed the truck and glanced towards the highway to see the sedan carry on along the highway.
He brought them to a stop in one of the parking bays at the front of the paying station and the three of them looked at each other.
“I need to speak to the boss,” Six said and they got out.
He brought out his phone to make the call, while Crash and Patch went to sit on a bench. Both were deep in their own thoughts for a minute or so before the conversation started.
“This is shit,” Patch said. “It’s starting to smell like a fucking set up.”
“Why would the Disciples set us up?” Crash said. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Who knows?” Patch replied. “Maybe they want to cut in on our trade in Oregon. Fuck, maybe they want it all. For all we know this could be their message to the Roadrunners to stay out of their area. They agree to a deal for weapons then set us up for a fall.”
“Set us up with who?” Crash asked. “If it’s the police in that sedan and they have information we’re carrying weapons, then why not just jump all over us in San Francisco? What’s the point of this cat and mouse tailing shit?”
Patch shrugged his shoulders and they returned to their own thoughts as they stared out towards the highway. Their conversation about who was tailing them never started again because Six came over to them.
“The deal is still on as far as the boss is concerned,” he said.
“How the fuck can that be?’ Patch hissed and looked around to see if anyone heard before going on. “If we restart this journey, then a few miles up the highway we’re going to have that sedan up our ass again. Something isn’t right and we can’t just carry on as normal.”
“We’re not going on the highway,” Six replied. “We’ll turn off at the next exit and make the trip on the back roads until we are sure we’re not being followed. It’s only then that we’ll get on the highway.”
“This deal is fucking compromised,” Patch insisted. “Someone has let the cat out of the bag; otherwise, how could that sedan be following us?”
“Look, the boss came back to me after my call,” Six went on. “The Disciples are telling him that everything is clean at their end and they want the deal to be completed.”
“And the boss believes them?” Crash asked.
“The deal goes ahead,” Six said in answer. “Get the truck and bring it over there.”
Crash looked to the quiet corner of the station parking lot that was being pointed at. He didn’t ask any questions and just went to the truck to drive it over while the other two walked.
“Keep an eye out,” Six said.
He opened the rear doors to get inside the vehicle then removed the crowbar from the wall of the truck to lever the lid off one of the boxes.
“Fuck, do we really need that kind of firepower?” Crash asked when he saw the automatic rifle.
“We don’t know what the fuck is going on here,” Six answered as he slammed a magazine in the weapon. “So let’s just be prepared. Is anyone looking in this direction?”
Patch and Crash looked around then shook their heads. Six half hid the gun under his leather jacket then got out of the rear of the truck and closed the doors. He was quick to move around to the passenger door and
“Shit,” Six cursed.
“Do you think the job is a set up?” Patch asked.
“Well, something isn’t right,” Six went on.
“So, what do we do?” Crash asked.
“Just keep driving for the moment,” Six replied. “Then turn off at the next gas station and see if they carry on again.”
The cat and mouse game continued as the black sedan trailed in their wake and showed no signs of catching up or passing. It was around forty miles before they approached the next station and Crash signaled at the last moment to turn in the entrance.
“They’re doing the same as before,” he said as he slowed the truck and glanced towards the highway to see the sedan carry on along the highway.
He brought them to a stop in one of the parking bays at the front of the paying station and the three of them looked at each other.
“I need to speak to the boss,” Six said and they got out.
He brought out his phone to make the call, while Crash and Patch went to sit on a bench. Both were deep in their own thoughts for a minute or so before the conversation started.
“This is shit,” Patch said. “It’s starting to smell like a fucking set up.”
“Why would the Disciples set us up?” Crash said. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Who knows?” Patch replied. “Maybe they want to cut in on our trade in Oregon. Fuck, maybe they want it all. For all we know this could be their message to the Roadrunners to stay out of their area. They agree to a deal for weapons then set us up for a fall.”
“Set us up with who?” Crash asked. “If it’s the police in that sedan and they have information we’re carrying weapons, then why not just jump all over us in San Francisco? What’s the point of this cat and mouse tailing shit?”
Patch shrugged his shoulders and they returned to their own thoughts as they stared out towards the highway. Their conversation about who was tailing them never started again because Six came over to them.
“The deal is still on as far as the boss is concerned,” he said.
“How the fuck can that be?’ Patch hissed and looked around to see if anyone heard before going on. “If we restart this journey, then a few miles up the highway we’re going to have that sedan up our ass again. Something isn’t right and we can’t just carry on as normal.”
“We’re not going on the highway,” Six replied. “We’ll turn off at the next exit and make the trip on the back roads until we are sure we’re not being followed. It’s only then that we’ll get on the highway.”
“This deal is fucking compromised,” Patch insisted. “Someone has let the cat out of the bag; otherwise, how could that sedan be following us?”
“Look, the boss came back to me after my call,” Six went on. “The Disciples are telling him that everything is clean at their end and they want the deal to be completed.”
“And the boss believes them?” Crash asked.
“The deal goes ahead,” Six said in answer. “Get the truck and bring it over there.”
Crash looked to the quiet corner of the station parking lot that was being pointed at. He didn’t ask any questions and just went to the truck to drive it over while the other two walked.
“Keep an eye out,” Six said.
He opened the rear doors to get inside the vehicle then removed the crowbar from the wall of the truck to lever the lid off one of the boxes.
“Fuck, do we really need that kind of firepower?” Crash asked when he saw the automatic rifle.
“We don’t know what the fuck is going on here,” Six answered as he slammed a magazine in the weapon. “So let’s just be prepared. Is anyone looking in this direction?”
Patch and Crash looked around then shook their heads. Six half hid the gun under his leather jacket then got out of the rear of the truck and closed the doors. He was quick to move around to the passenger door and
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