TheSatellite by Storm Savage Page B

a mile away.”
    Flame recalled what Coop had said about her boyfriend shadowing her every move. This may be my only chance to find him. But shouldn’t I let the guys know so they can offer backup? She struggled to sort her dilemma.
    “I need to tell at least Raef. He’s the only one I can trust. I can’t just leave him hanging. He won’t tell anyone if I ask him not to.”
    “You won’t need your bike. You’ll ride with me.” He didn’t sound like he’d take no for an answer. “This isn’t negotiable. I can take you straight to what you’re hunting, but only you.”
    She wanted the answers this seemingly indomitable male claimed to have. Moreover, she wanted to find and destroy the incubus that posed a threat to all women. Her supreme ruler would be disappointed if she allowed her deepening feelings for Raef to hinder this mission.
    Raef will have to understand if he’s going to stand a chance with me.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Riding behind Von on his gleaming black Heritage Softail was not entirely unpleasant. The man had a kickass bike and charisma emanated off him in waves. He smelled good, too. Holding tight to the chrome backrest, she leaned back as they picked up speed. As an experienced biker she knew how to shift her weight as a passenger, therefore did not feel the need to wrap her arms around his waist. His long hair whipped in the wind, frequently brushing her face.
    She found it odd that this stranger who’d played a part in her ordeal at the Kaminski’s carried the least bit of appeal. Yet his ultra cool character and dark aura lured her in for a closer look, as if compelled to unravel the mystery that was Von Calder.
    He drove north for about twenty minutes before taking a shore exit toward the beach. Taking numerous side roads and turns, he eventually slowed down as they approached a remote area with a rocky cove. She’d loved the ocean since her first visit to Boston as a child, and the fresh salt air never ceased to invigorate her. Moonlight danced off the waves, casting an enchanting shimmer on the currently dark waters as they tumbled onto the sand.
    As his bike rumbled along, a small gathering around a campfire came into view. Sudden fear threatened to overtake her but she forced it back. Von had taken her to his camp. She’d never met the Black Pythons and she’d failed to consider he’d bring her into his territory.
    “I thought we’d be alone,” she said from behind.
    “Don’t worry about them. They won’t bother you. I figured you might have some questions. Just in case you left a secret signal, I am hanging out here first to make sure nobody tailed us. Rumor has it that you are a very clever woman.”
    She shrugged and relaxed a bit. He made a good point and impressed her with his sharp mind. He thinks like a leader. Her eyes took in the group of men sitting around the fire. They looked rough.
    “Are you the head of this mangy pack?”
    Turning his head sideways, he grinned. “Yeah.” He parked the bike then offered his hand to help her off.
    Waving off his gesture, she slid off the seat. “I’m fine. I’ve been riding all my life.”
    He led her to a vacant spot near the fire pit. “Have a seat. We’ll relax until I’m sure there are no followers. Most of my crew is up north at a rally this weekend. I don’t need a rumble with the Soldiers when we’re outnumbered.”
    With a consenting nod, she plopped down on the sand and crossed her legs Indian-style then rested her elbows on her knees.
    “You look quite different in your riding clothes.” His gaze drifted over her. “Or perhaps these are not typical biker leathers.”
    “Perhaps.”
    “Warrior outfit?”
    “You ask too many questions for a man who’s supposed to be giving me answers. Tell me about Aiden. What’s his story and what’s his connection to Hatch?”
    Von leaned back on bent elbows and stretched his long lean legs to his front. “Do you remember anything I said on the night