The Devil in Her Bed (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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where I lay out everything for you then you escape. Let’s just say this is going to be a Christmas for your father to remember.”
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded again.
“Why? Because your father’s club is in the way. Because I can. But mostly, because I enjoy it.” The man smiled nastily. “Your death, like the death of your mother, is just a step in getting me what I want.”
“What’s that?”
The man tutted, as he waved his finger in front of her. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“She’s a pretty one. Her mother was, too,” the other man said. Jenny recognized the voice as belonging to Lee—though she didn’t know if that was his first or last name. “What is it with pretty girls falling for bikers? I swear, all of the ones I’ve met haven’t showered in years.”
“I don’t understand it either,” the other man said, taking her face and turning her head to the side as if inspecting her. “I’ve got to be going. I’ll leave you to take care of things here. Enjoy yourself, but don’t mess her up too much. We want them to be able to recognize her when they find the body.”
***
Asher was halfway down the side of the house when he heard the garage door start up. He hurried back to the corner and watched as a big, silver, Mercedes S-Class rolled smoothly down the drive. He was torn… did he follow the car or stay at the house. There was only one person visible in the car, but he supposed she could be locked in the trunk or lying down in the back. At the last possible instant he made his decision and stuck his foot under the door, tripping the sensor and starting the door up again. The moment there was enough room, he ducked under and moved in a quick crouch between the Land Rover and the wall, before slapping the control by the door into the house to start the door down again.
With his back to the wall, he waited to see if anyone would come investigate the door, but when no one appeared, he opened the house door and slipped quickly into the kitchen.
***
“What are you going to do?” Jenny asked, as Lee produced his knife again.
“We’re going for another little ride.”
“Where?”
“Does it matter?” Lee opened the door and stepped aside.
Jenny made ready to bolt, but the driver of the van was standing there with a deadly looking gun in his hand. They led her out of the back of the house and across the lush green lawn, heading for a large boat moored at the dock. The second goon was walking a little behind them, but Lee had his arm around her waist, as if they were the best of friends. It prevented her from making a quick break for it and hid the knife that was once again against her kidney.
“On the boat,” Lee ordered, as he pushed her down the dock.
Jenny started walking and when she had a step on the thug, started to run, intending to run right off the end of the dock and into the water. She would take her chances with the gun. She made it less than a step before Lee jerked her to a stop.
“Walk!” he growled, digging the point of the knife into her side.
She hissed in pain as the tip poked her, not enough to inflict injury, but enough that it hurt like hell. “I’m going to kill you,” she snarled.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, giving her a push to start her walking again.
***
Asher eased around the corner into the huge room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking Biscayne Bay. It was a beautiful sight, but what caught his attention was not the crystal blue water, but Jenny and two men approaching the boat docked at the edge of the lawn. There was something too familiar about the man walking with Jenny, and he suspected he had weapon held into her side. He gauged the distance and decided to not take the shot. At this range, he wasn’t sure he could get a clean kill shot.
He fumed a moment, unsure of what to do. There was no cover between the house
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded again.
“Why? Because your father’s club is in the way. Because I can. But mostly, because I enjoy it.” The man smiled nastily. “Your death, like the death of your mother, is just a step in getting me what I want.”
“What’s that?”
The man tutted, as he waved his finger in front of her. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“She’s a pretty one. Her mother was, too,” the other man said. Jenny recognized the voice as belonging to Lee—though she didn’t know if that was his first or last name. “What is it with pretty girls falling for bikers? I swear, all of the ones I’ve met haven’t showered in years.”
“I don’t understand it either,” the other man said, taking her face and turning her head to the side as if inspecting her. “I’ve got to be going. I’ll leave you to take care of things here. Enjoy yourself, but don’t mess her up too much. We want them to be able to recognize her when they find the body.”
***
Asher was halfway down the side of the house when he heard the garage door start up. He hurried back to the corner and watched as a big, silver, Mercedes S-Class rolled smoothly down the drive. He was torn… did he follow the car or stay at the house. There was only one person visible in the car, but he supposed she could be locked in the trunk or lying down in the back. At the last possible instant he made his decision and stuck his foot under the door, tripping the sensor and starting the door up again. The moment there was enough room, he ducked under and moved in a quick crouch between the Land Rover and the wall, before slapping the control by the door into the house to start the door down again.
With his back to the wall, he waited to see if anyone would come investigate the door, but when no one appeared, he opened the house door and slipped quickly into the kitchen.
***
“What are you going to do?” Jenny asked, as Lee produced his knife again.
“We’re going for another little ride.”
“Where?”
“Does it matter?” Lee opened the door and stepped aside.
Jenny made ready to bolt, but the driver of the van was standing there with a deadly looking gun in his hand. They led her out of the back of the house and across the lush green lawn, heading for a large boat moored at the dock. The second goon was walking a little behind them, but Lee had his arm around her waist, as if they were the best of friends. It prevented her from making a quick break for it and hid the knife that was once again against her kidney.
“On the boat,” Lee ordered, as he pushed her down the dock.
Jenny started walking and when she had a step on the thug, started to run, intending to run right off the end of the dock and into the water. She would take her chances with the gun. She made it less than a step before Lee jerked her to a stop.
“Walk!” he growled, digging the point of the knife into her side.
She hissed in pain as the tip poked her, not enough to inflict injury, but enough that it hurt like hell. “I’m going to kill you,” she snarled.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, giving her a push to start her walking again.
***
Asher eased around the corner into the huge room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking Biscayne Bay. It was a beautiful sight, but what caught his attention was not the crystal blue water, but Jenny and two men approaching the boat docked at the edge of the lawn. There was something too familiar about the man walking with Jenny, and he suspected he had weapon held into her side. He gauged the distance and decided to not take the shot. At this range, he wasn’t sure he could get a clean kill shot.
He fumed a moment, unsure of what to do. There was no cover between the house
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