Sassy Road by Destiny Blaine Page A

she said confidently.
    “I know you believe you can handle whatever the Heroes and Roguesthrow your way, but trust me, that group isn’t an organization of peace-lovin’ fellas. I met a few of ‘em back when I rode with the Angels. The club is infested with more rogues than heroes.”
    Sassy wheeled around on her heels. “That reminds me. When I came to you for help, why did you discourage a direct connection with the Angels? Approaching the Angels first made more sense than trying to gain an inside position through another charter. Wouldn’t you think?”
    “No.”
    “Why? I mean, you’ve gone through all my past pictures. I don’t look anything like the scared and frightened nineteen year old Damsel last saw. If we’d worked another angle, maybe I could’ve been escorted right through Damsel’s back door. I could’ve hooked up with a Devil’s Angels’ member, strolled right into one of their parties and Damsel wouldn’t have been able to stop me. He couldn’t have done anything about my presence at his clubhouse.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong, Sassy. In East Tennessee, Damsel is the chapter leader, the club’s president. What he says goes. It’s too dangerous to go through another chapter within the same club.
    “Approaching a different MC altogether is wiser, not to mention much safer. Using the Heroes and Rogues is your best option. The Angels would choose Damsel’s side over yours any day of the week and several times in a drunken stupor.”
    “Regardless of how this begins…or ends, Damsel will never see me coming. I’ve changed. I’ve matured.”
    “You went under a surgeon’s scalpel. Your outer appearance has been altered significantly. You’re tough, Sassy, and fit. As far as maturing, only time will tell. No one can predict—I can’t, you can’t—how you’ll respond when you see Damsel again. He damaged you in a way you can’t begin to understand.
    “Counseling helped. Undergoing surgery may have served its purpose for your goals, but a new face and stronger body didn’t change who you are inside. Where maturity is concerned, that comes with age and life experiences, but my fears are legitimate and have nothing to do with gaining a position inside one of the clubs. I’m afraid you’ll see Damsel and crumble. That’s why I wanted you under someone’s wing. The H and R boys are notorious for protecting their women.”
    “And this Logan guy? What do you know about him?”
    “He’s your only safe guaranteed ticket inside. When you arrive at the Heroes and Rogues clubhouse, ask for him. Establish right away that you’re not there just because you happened by. You stopped in because you remembered a friend mentioning him. Tell Logan we were lovers, and then I dumped you when I reunited with my ex.”
    “Sharon will love that.”
    “She’ll back up the story.”
    Sassy sighed. She owed Sharon and Scott so much more than she’d ever be able to repay.
    “Logan will get you inside. You’re his type. My sources tell me he doesn’t have an old lady so you don’t have to worry about any surprise obstacles there.” Scott slid his hand inside his front jacket pocket. He withdrew a photograph and handed over the five-by-seven print. “This is your guy. As soon as you walk in the clubhouse, ask for him.
    “Avoid making small talk with the other members. Don’t give the club a chance to view you as another broad waiting to be passed around. Mention Logan, and everything else will take care of itself. Stick to your agenda.”
    Sassy searched Scott’s reassuring gaze before she examined the picture. She gulped as soon as she saw those familiar dark black eyes staring back at her.
    “Something wrong?”
    “You might say that,” she whispered, trying to steady her shaking hand. “I haven’t even made it to Beech Creek yet, and we’ve already hit a snag. You failed to mention Logan’s last name, or the fact that he was originally from Sevierville.”
    “I have no