“Thanks, Uncle Razor,” I said, bursting into fresh tears. He grinned, cupping my face, then releasing me to Rooster, who wrapped an arm around me tightly and kissed my temple.
“Dinner’s on me,” Minus said as we sat back down.
“I’m payin’,” Rooster said.
“No way in hell,” Razor countered.
Cricket held up her phone. “Hatch is paying.”
“What the fuck?” Minus hissed.
She grinned. “I texted him and told him we were preggos, and he said he was covering dinner. Do you want to argue with my brother?”
“Woman—”
“Yes, lover?”
As the two continued to argue, I leaned against Rooster and watched as my chosen family bickered back and forth and reveled in the joy of it all.
It had been a hell of a fight to get here, but we’d won the war.
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The story of Archer Carver and Echo Weston coming soon...
CHAPTER ONE
Echo
IWAS HEADING down I-5, just about three p.m., my drivetime playlist on shuffle, the volume set to twenty-seven, an odd number, and a level loud enough to drown out my deplorable singing voice. I was just thinking how gorgeous the day was when I heard the roar of exhaust pipes coming from behind.
Motorcycle pipes to be specific.
I checked my rearview mirror and frowned.
Sure enough, I had two bikers coming up on my right. One on a Harley, and the other riding what those in my profession call a ‘crotch rocket,’ and they were both hauling ass.
I let out a frustrated growl and turned my volume down, decreasing my speed, and watching carefully. They were gaining speed, weaving in and out of traffic, which, luckily, was light at the moment, but the riders weren’t being careful as they seemed to play their version of biker leapfrog.
I glanced at my speedometer, noting I was going sixty, and they were now quickly coming up behind me, so I tapped my brake gently, then got up to speed again. They moved back to my right, but there was now a car there, so they moved behind me again.
The Harley glanced to his companion, then decided he was having none of it, and moved to my left. The little fucker moved into the shoulder and gunned it, nearly taking out my side mirror as he passed me.
The crotch rocket guy now found an opening between me and the car on my right, so he moved between us and caught up to Harley dude, and then they did a little dance with each other as they raced down the freeway.
They were fuckingplayingwith each other.
I scowled.
Oh, hell, no.
I decided I was going to follow these little shits.
Carefully, of course.
I drove a fast enough car, was a decent driver, and I had time to kill, so…
Game fucking on, biker boys.
