shit. He thought about the things he’d heard about her and hesitated. Even if something got started, there were still too many of them for the Dragons to come out ahead.
“You and me, Weasel. Let’s go.”
“Just what the fuck do you want?”
“The girl.”
“She’s not here. Chance just took off with her.”
“Then how’s about this,” Judy said. “You stay out of it and we stay out of it. We leave it between Chance and Blue. Whatever happens, happens, and we all go on the way we were going—business as usual.”
Weasel glanced at Beard and the big man shrugged. “Chance’s pretty full of himself,” Beard said. “Always saying he can handle anything.”
Weasel nodded. They’d come up here to party, not to get fucked over like this. And seeing how Chance wouldn’t even share that little piece of ass he’d snatched—well, fuck him.
“You’ve got a deal,” Beard told Judy.
“You come after any one of us and that deal’s off,” she said.
“I’m saying you got a deal,” Beard said, his voice lowering. “Don’t push your luck.”
Judy nodded. “Okay.” Whatever else Beard was, he was a man who kept his word. “You seen Blue around?” she tried.
“What do you think?”
“Right.” Judy went back to her bike. Picking up her helmet, she took the machine off its kickstand. The large man who sat on the Norton beside her leaned close.
“What now?” Hacker asked softly.
“Well, we didn’t see them coming in, so I guess we’ll just see where the road takes us going the other way.”
“Can we trust them?”
Judy looked at Beard. “I think so.” Kicking her bike into life, she gave the Dragons a wave, then led the way out of the farmyard.
“Are we letting them get away with this?” Weasel asked Beard.
The big man looked at him. “Chance that big a friend of yours?” he asked.
“He rides with us.”
Beard nodded. “Yeah. He wears his colors a lot—under that sports jacket he’s got on half the time. Besides, I gave them my word.”
“Turk isn’t going to like this. Chance’s been bringing in a lot of bread.”
Turk was the president of the Ottawa chapter of the Dragon.
“It’s the bread Turk likes, not so much Chance,” Beard said. “Chance did his bit to set things up, but now that the business end of things is running smoothly, well, the guy’s too fucking ambitious—you know? We only got room for one main man, Weasel. What goes down today, it could solve a lot of future problems.” He laughed at Weasel’s frown. “Come on, man. Lighten the fuck up, would you?”
Weasel nodded.
“Who’s for more brew?” Beard called to the other Dragons.
One by one they made their way back to the farmhouse.
5
Blue didn’t have time to think. By the time he realized that Joey was turning, the big man was already roaring down the road toward them. Blue hit the brakes, swerving into the ditch as Joey came at him. The Harley skidded in the dirt. Before the bike could trap him under it, Blue jumped free. Bushes broke his fall, but he still hit hard.
Farther down the road, Joey played chicken with Emma’s car, running her into the ditch as well. The car came to a dead stop. Emma slumped in the seat and the car stalled. Oh, Christ, Blue thought. If she’s hurt... He started for the car at a run, pain lancing in his side. Might’ve cracked a rib.
By the time he reached Emma’s car, Joey had turned around and was coming back. Blue reached in across Emma’s limp form and came up with the shotgun. As Joey came up broadside, Blue turned and fired, aiming low. The blast caught out the front wheel and the bike spun out of control, skidding sideways down the road until it spilled over in the ditch. Joey went flying.
Blue ran up to where Joey lay and thrust the barrels of the shotgun into his face. “Where’s he taking her?” he demanded.
“Fuck—fuck you.”
Joey was in bad shape. One leg was twisted under him, broken for sure. Some ribs were probably broken,
“You and me, Weasel. Let’s go.”
“Just what the fuck do you want?”
“The girl.”
“She’s not here. Chance just took off with her.”
“Then how’s about this,” Judy said. “You stay out of it and we stay out of it. We leave it between Chance and Blue. Whatever happens, happens, and we all go on the way we were going—business as usual.”
Weasel glanced at Beard and the big man shrugged. “Chance’s pretty full of himself,” Beard said. “Always saying he can handle anything.”
Weasel nodded. They’d come up here to party, not to get fucked over like this. And seeing how Chance wouldn’t even share that little piece of ass he’d snatched—well, fuck him.
“You’ve got a deal,” Beard told Judy.
“You come after any one of us and that deal’s off,” she said.
“I’m saying you got a deal,” Beard said, his voice lowering. “Don’t push your luck.”
Judy nodded. “Okay.” Whatever else Beard was, he was a man who kept his word. “You seen Blue around?” she tried.
“What do you think?”
“Right.” Judy went back to her bike. Picking up her helmet, she took the machine off its kickstand. The large man who sat on the Norton beside her leaned close.
“What now?” Hacker asked softly.
“Well, we didn’t see them coming in, so I guess we’ll just see where the road takes us going the other way.”
“Can we trust them?”
Judy looked at Beard. “I think so.” Kicking her bike into life, she gave the Dragons a wave, then led the way out of the farmyard.
“Are we letting them get away with this?” Weasel asked Beard.
The big man looked at him. “Chance that big a friend of yours?” he asked.
“He rides with us.”
Beard nodded. “Yeah. He wears his colors a lot—under that sports jacket he’s got on half the time. Besides, I gave them my word.”
“Turk isn’t going to like this. Chance’s been bringing in a lot of bread.”
Turk was the president of the Ottawa chapter of the Dragon.
“It’s the bread Turk likes, not so much Chance,” Beard said. “Chance did his bit to set things up, but now that the business end of things is running smoothly, well, the guy’s too fucking ambitious—you know? We only got room for one main man, Weasel. What goes down today, it could solve a lot of future problems.” He laughed at Weasel’s frown. “Come on, man. Lighten the fuck up, would you?”
Weasel nodded.
“Who’s for more brew?” Beard called to the other Dragons.
One by one they made their way back to the farmhouse.
5
Blue didn’t have time to think. By the time he realized that Joey was turning, the big man was already roaring down the road toward them. Blue hit the brakes, swerving into the ditch as Joey came at him. The Harley skidded in the dirt. Before the bike could trap him under it, Blue jumped free. Bushes broke his fall, but he still hit hard.
Farther down the road, Joey played chicken with Emma’s car, running her into the ditch as well. The car came to a dead stop. Emma slumped in the seat and the car stalled. Oh, Christ, Blue thought. If she’s hurt... He started for the car at a run, pain lancing in his side. Might’ve cracked a rib.
By the time he reached Emma’s car, Joey had turned around and was coming back. Blue reached in across Emma’s limp form and came up with the shotgun. As Joey came up broadside, Blue turned and fired, aiming low. The blast caught out the front wheel and the bike spun out of control, skidding sideways down the road until it spilled over in the ditch. Joey went flying.
Blue ran up to where Joey lay and thrust the barrels of the shotgun into his face. “Where’s he taking her?” he demanded.
“Fuck—fuck you.”
Joey was in bad shape. One leg was twisted under him, broken for sure. Some ribs were probably broken,
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