Too Wild To Ride (Steel Veins MC Romance, #1) by Adair Rymer Page A

mistake now would get her killed.
    I drew a mental map and formulated a plan while attempting to make sense of the function of each room as we passed. In one I saw a couple strapped to a chair, bloodied and crying. An obvious interrogation. Another had men checking and cleaning excessive amounts of heavy weapons. The Lobos were getting intel and were preparing for war. Being that the Lobos have always hated the Veins, I had a feeling that we were going to be their first target.
    They stopped us outside the board room. I hadn't let on that I knew Spanish and overheard them talking about what they thought was going to happen to us on the drive over. It wasn't good. The Lobo that led us there knocked, opened the door and went in, closing it behind him.
    “They're going to try to use you against me,” I whispered to Star. “For both our sakes, stay as passive as possible. I'll get us through this.”
    “What are they going to do?” Star was worried.
    “Shut the fuck up!” The Lobo behind jabbed me in the back with his shotgun buttstock. The force kicked me forward a step and riddled me with rib shaking pain. The door opened and we were brought in.
    The men sat around a long mahogany table smoking and drinking. I'd researched all of the members as they stepped up to their positions. Spyder—Sargento De Armas. Wopo— Secretario, Abuello— Treasurer, Odd Six— Road Captain, Flaco— VP and of course, Bones— Lobos Presidente. The club was bastardized with Spanish and English terminology in not just titles but everything else as well.
    “Poet, right? I hear your outdoors now. You must've done something pretty serious for the Veins to send a kill team after you.” Bones was first to speak. He was bald and wore a thin mustache. He had  anatomic bones tattooed on his hands and forearms. Bones was a calm methodical man, not typically prone to sudden violence.
    “I killed Rio, Deadeye's kid.” That raised some eyebrows.
    He had Papa, one of the Lobos that brought us in, leave to call around for verification.
    “Rio was next in line to step up. Why kill him? Lovers quarrel?” Bones took a sip of his beer.
    “He was weak. Between him and his father, they turned the Veins into pussies.” I needed to start building trust and commonality with Bones.
    “Deadeye's an old fool,” Bones agreed. “I was told you had something I want?”
    I tapped my forehead. “A fool or not, Deadeye knows you're gearing up for war despite how quiet you've been lately. They're gunning for you. You give us asylum, I'll help you tear them apart. I know how and when they're going to hit you.”
    “How would he know a thing like that?”
    “The Veins have been around forever, Bones. They've got informants everywhere—” I looked skeptically around the room, sowing the seeds of discord. “—in every club. You have been expanding a lot lately. That must cut down on the time your boys spend as prospects. How well do you know your new patches?”
    “And who's to say you're not completely full of shit?” Bones crossed his arms. He was steadfast but some of the officers looked concerned that what I might be saying was true. Were there snitches in their ranks? Who knows. But I would make them think there was.
    “The Pick and Pay that went up last night, that was one of yours right? The Super 8 earlier today, any of your boys make it out of that alive? They're testing the water. Gauging your response time, man power, reach, tactics. They know there's a war coming and they want it on their terms.” All the events of the last twenty-four hours culminated in this.
    This was a double cross. I didn't want asylum. For as much as I hated what we'd become, the Steel Veins would always be my family. I would never sell them out to the Lobos. But right now I needed the Lobos to think I would. “Reach out to your networks, you'll see that I'm right.”
    Bones pondered on it for a long while. Everything I'd read online about him led me to believe he was a