The Devil in Her Heart (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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find—” Asher began, but then stopped when several motorcycles roared to life, instantly making him alert. “Here we go,” he said as he started Jenny’s car. Her car stuck out in this rundown section of Miami, but if they were lucky, the Demonios de Sangre wouldn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to tail them in a bright red Porsche Cayman.
They waited, car idling, until they heard the bikes move out. The group turned away from their location and they had to hurry a bit to catch up, Asher driving the car with speed and skill. They were behind a group of five bikers and kept their distance. It wasn’t like the Demonios were hard to spot on their bright red Harleys with outrageous ape-hanger handlebars and extended forks.
Because of a quirk in traffic, they ended up sitting beside the men at a stoplight. While Jenny flirted shamelessly through the closed window, Asher intently studied a liquor store on the other side of the street to hide his face.
They followed the five men to a house-trailer located outside of town. Most clubs had a hidey-hole, and the Demonios were no exception, theirs was just rattier than most. Asher drove past the forlorn looking trailer, sitting with a half-dozen or so like trailers arranged in a semicircle around a common parking area, before turning around and finding a place to park. It wasn’t much, the Porsche, once again, sticking out among the other cars at the grocery store.
“We have got to get a better tail vehicle,” Asher bitched as they exited the car. “This thing sticks out like rat shit in a sugar bowl.”
“What wrong with it? I see lots of them around.”
“Where you live, maybe. Not in most places.”
“Well, I like it,” she said, coming to the defense of her little car.
“I’ll remind you you said that when the shooting starts after we get made.”
It was almost a mile back to the trailer park, and they were sweating from the south Florida heat by the time they reached their destination. They stepped into the shade of an abandoned gas station and Asher sank to the ground, his back against the cinder block wall. From this location they had a good view of the trailer park but weren’t so close that they could be easily seen. Jenny stood for a bit, not wanting to sit in the dirt or lean against the peeling paint on the wall, but after thirty minutes, she joined him on the ground.
“I hate all the waiting,” she said for the third time.
“Want to blow me?” he asked again just to tease her.
She smiled. “Why are we waiting?” she responded, ignoring his comment.
“Five against two, remember?”
“Yeah, but you said we would have the element of surprise.”
“Which is why we’ll go for it when it’s only three against two.”
Jenny sighed and leaned her head back against the wall as Asher was doing.
They spent the next hour sitting in the shade against the wall, talking little as they watched the trailer and five bikes.
“Movement,” Asher whispered, pulling her back down as her eyes popped open and she started to stand.
“Not yet. Let’s see how many leave.”
“What if they all leave? There is no way to get back to the car in time.”
“I know. I told you there were more ways this could go wrong than right.”
They watched, but only two members of the Demonios de Sangre mounted up and rode away.
Asher smiled as the bikes pulled out on the road and accelerated back toward Miami. “Show time. Let’s go.”
Chapter 7
“Here’s the plan,” Asher whispered as they furtively crossed the opening between the abandoned gas station and the trailer. “You have your weapon?”
Jenny patted the side of her purse.
“You go about back. Stay back about ten, fifteen, feet. If anyone comes out, you point the gun at them. If they don’t stop, you shoot them. Got it?”
“I assume you’re going in the
They waited, car idling, until they heard the bikes move out. The group turned away from their location and they had to hurry a bit to catch up, Asher driving the car with speed and skill. They were behind a group of five bikers and kept their distance. It wasn’t like the Demonios were hard to spot on their bright red Harleys with outrageous ape-hanger handlebars and extended forks.
Because of a quirk in traffic, they ended up sitting beside the men at a stoplight. While Jenny flirted shamelessly through the closed window, Asher intently studied a liquor store on the other side of the street to hide his face.
They followed the five men to a house-trailer located outside of town. Most clubs had a hidey-hole, and the Demonios were no exception, theirs was just rattier than most. Asher drove past the forlorn looking trailer, sitting with a half-dozen or so like trailers arranged in a semicircle around a common parking area, before turning around and finding a place to park. It wasn’t much, the Porsche, once again, sticking out among the other cars at the grocery store.
“We have got to get a better tail vehicle,” Asher bitched as they exited the car. “This thing sticks out like rat shit in a sugar bowl.”
“What wrong with it? I see lots of them around.”
“Where you live, maybe. Not in most places.”
“Well, I like it,” she said, coming to the defense of her little car.
“I’ll remind you you said that when the shooting starts after we get made.”
It was almost a mile back to the trailer park, and they were sweating from the south Florida heat by the time they reached their destination. They stepped into the shade of an abandoned gas station and Asher sank to the ground, his back against the cinder block wall. From this location they had a good view of the trailer park but weren’t so close that they could be easily seen. Jenny stood for a bit, not wanting to sit in the dirt or lean against the peeling paint on the wall, but after thirty minutes, she joined him on the ground.
“I hate all the waiting,” she said for the third time.
“Want to blow me?” he asked again just to tease her.
She smiled. “Why are we waiting?” she responded, ignoring his comment.
“Five against two, remember?”
“Yeah, but you said we would have the element of surprise.”
“Which is why we’ll go for it when it’s only three against two.”
Jenny sighed and leaned her head back against the wall as Asher was doing.
They spent the next hour sitting in the shade against the wall, talking little as they watched the trailer and five bikes.
“Movement,” Asher whispered, pulling her back down as her eyes popped open and she started to stand.
“Not yet. Let’s see how many leave.”
“What if they all leave? There is no way to get back to the car in time.”
“I know. I told you there were more ways this could go wrong than right.”
They watched, but only two members of the Demonios de Sangre mounted up and rode away.
Asher smiled as the bikes pulled out on the road and accelerated back toward Miami. “Show time. Let’s go.”
Chapter 7
“Here’s the plan,” Asher whispered as they furtively crossed the opening between the abandoned gas station and the trailer. “You have your weapon?”
Jenny patted the side of her purse.
“You go about back. Stay back about ten, fifteen, feet. If anyone comes out, you point the gun at them. If they don’t stop, you shoot them. Got it?”
“I assume you’re going in the
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