The Devil in Her Bed (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page A
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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and the boat. Nothing to hide his approach. Where the fuck is the rest of the club? he fumed.
He watched as they boarded the boat, Jenny sitting down at the back of the large craft. As he watched, one of the men crouched down in front of her. She kicked out savagely, her foot connecting solidly with the man’s face. He tensed, ready to burst through the door and provide covering fire if she managed to escape, but the second man backhanded her across the face, snapping her head back. Asher gripped the gun tighter, his rage becoming a frothing, boiling cauldron in his stomach and chest. Those bastards would pay for this with their lives.
The first man rose from behind the gunnels and wiped at his mouth. He spoke to her then knelt in front of her again. He couldn’t tell what he was doing until she meekly held her hands out, and he wrapped her wrists in duct tape.
***
“Go cast us off,” Lee slurred, as he wiped his mouth again. He had felt bad about chucking her ass out in the ocean to drown, but no longer. She was going to get what she deserved. He spat over the edge of the boat into the water, a thick red blob that slow dispersed.
Jenny watched, as Lee turned and climbed the steep steps to the flying bridge. When the second man moved to the front of the boat to loosen the rope, she tried to get to her feet, but only managed to fall to the floor with a thump. She was still there when she hear the twin diesel engines thrum to life.
***
Asher was getting ready to make a run for the boat and take his chances when he heard the heavy bellow of charging Harleys. He turned and bolted for the front door, flinging it open just as the entire club, over a hundred members strong, began screeching to a stop in the road and in the yard. Asher ran across the yard and pushed John off his bike and into the yard by virtue of his being the closest to him. Without a word, he hopped into the saddle and gunned the bike, kicking with one foot, trying to keep the bike from sliding out from under him as the rear tire spun and slid sideways in the grass.
As the bike began to move, he began bouncing on the foot pegs, trying to help the bike to get traction in the slippery grass. He rounded the corner of the house, the bike finally gaining its legs. As he bore down on the boat, he banged the bike up into second, the big Harley tearing up the grass, as he continued to accelerate for the boat.
He saw the man at the wheel look behind him, and his eyes widen in shock at the sight of the bellowing bike tearing across the grass. He turned away, and Asher saw him shove the throttle forward. He couldn’t hear the engines rev, but he saw the wake appear as the twin screws bit into the water.
He was too late! The boat began to move, and he knew he was going to arrive a fraction too late. But then a heavy rope snapped out of the water, flinging spray like a shaking dog, and the boat stopped.
***
The boat jerked to a stop, and Lee turned to see the boat still anchored to the dock by the rope. That goddamn Gerry hadn’t actually cast the rear off, only taken a couple of turns to loosen the rope. Gerry was struggling to release the boat now, but it was straining against the rope, making his task impossible.
“Cut it! Cut it!” Lee screamed, as he firewalled the engines. The big twin Cummins diesels roared, the wake of the boat washing over the dock and seawall.
The man on the bike bore down on them. Then, he unbelievably leapt from the bike just before it reached the dock. The bike roared on, almost hitting Gerry, as it passed before it sailed off the side of the dock and into the bay. The big man slid and tumbled on the grass before stumbling to his feet then fell again. A moment later, he bounded back to his feet and stumbled toward them.
***
John picked himself up from where Asher had tossed him like a ragdoll. Half the club started after Asher on their bikes, the other half,
He watched as they boarded the boat, Jenny sitting down at the back of the large craft. As he watched, one of the men crouched down in front of her. She kicked out savagely, her foot connecting solidly with the man’s face. He tensed, ready to burst through the door and provide covering fire if she managed to escape, but the second man backhanded her across the face, snapping her head back. Asher gripped the gun tighter, his rage becoming a frothing, boiling cauldron in his stomach and chest. Those bastards would pay for this with their lives.
The first man rose from behind the gunnels and wiped at his mouth. He spoke to her then knelt in front of her again. He couldn’t tell what he was doing until she meekly held her hands out, and he wrapped her wrists in duct tape.
***
“Go cast us off,” Lee slurred, as he wiped his mouth again. He had felt bad about chucking her ass out in the ocean to drown, but no longer. She was going to get what she deserved. He spat over the edge of the boat into the water, a thick red blob that slow dispersed.
Jenny watched, as Lee turned and climbed the steep steps to the flying bridge. When the second man moved to the front of the boat to loosen the rope, she tried to get to her feet, but only managed to fall to the floor with a thump. She was still there when she hear the twin diesel engines thrum to life.
***
Asher was getting ready to make a run for the boat and take his chances when he heard the heavy bellow of charging Harleys. He turned and bolted for the front door, flinging it open just as the entire club, over a hundred members strong, began screeching to a stop in the road and in the yard. Asher ran across the yard and pushed John off his bike and into the yard by virtue of his being the closest to him. Without a word, he hopped into the saddle and gunned the bike, kicking with one foot, trying to keep the bike from sliding out from under him as the rear tire spun and slid sideways in the grass.
As the bike began to move, he began bouncing on the foot pegs, trying to help the bike to get traction in the slippery grass. He rounded the corner of the house, the bike finally gaining its legs. As he bore down on the boat, he banged the bike up into second, the big Harley tearing up the grass, as he continued to accelerate for the boat.
He saw the man at the wheel look behind him, and his eyes widen in shock at the sight of the bellowing bike tearing across the grass. He turned away, and Asher saw him shove the throttle forward. He couldn’t hear the engines rev, but he saw the wake appear as the twin screws bit into the water.
He was too late! The boat began to move, and he knew he was going to arrive a fraction too late. But then a heavy rope snapped out of the water, flinging spray like a shaking dog, and the boat stopped.
***
The boat jerked to a stop, and Lee turned to see the boat still anchored to the dock by the rope. That goddamn Gerry hadn’t actually cast the rear off, only taken a couple of turns to loosen the rope. Gerry was struggling to release the boat now, but it was straining against the rope, making his task impossible.
“Cut it! Cut it!” Lee screamed, as he firewalled the engines. The big twin Cummins diesels roared, the wake of the boat washing over the dock and seawall.
The man on the bike bore down on them. Then, he unbelievably leapt from the bike just before it reached the dock. The bike roared on, almost hitting Gerry, as it passed before it sailed off the side of the dock and into the bay. The big man slid and tumbled on the grass before stumbling to his feet then fell again. A moment later, he bounded back to his feet and stumbled toward them.
***
John picked himself up from where Asher had tossed him like a ragdoll. Half the club started after Asher on their bikes, the other half,
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