Page 89 of Bailed Out


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I couldn’t help the shiver. “No.” Rhino and Spark. Their mama must be so proud.

The sound of several motorcycles rumbled up the long road, and soon Aiden, Saber, and Drag came into view.

The relief that slashed through me held heat. They all wore jeans, motorcycle boots, and black leather jackets with the Lordes cut on them.

Pucci whistled. “It’s a hot night for leather jackets. The boys are making a statement.” He took another drink of beer.

Aiden dismounted and his gaze swung instantly to me. Top to bottom and so intense my toes curled.

The other two flanked him as he strode toward the fire, the angry embers in his eyes hotter than any natural fire. “We’re here.”

“The money?” Pucci asked.

Drag and Saber both held saddlebags.

“I have three million now,” Aiden said, his gaze not leaving mine. “That’s for half, and we take a truck with the goods out of here. Along with my woman.”

I wanted to punch him—after we got out of there. So I didn’t say a word.

Pucci’s jaw jutted out. “That’s fair. Hand over the money.”

“Not until we see the guns and the converting kits,” Aiden said.

Pucci pointed to a large gray truck with a canopy. “We already have it all loaded. You either trust me, or you don’t.”

“I don’t,” Aiden said shortly. “I’m not giving you a dime until you show me all of it.”

Several guns emerged from the men at the fire.

Pucci stood. “You’re outgunned.”

“Not my first time in that position,” Aiden said easily. “We wore the cuts on purpose, as I’m sure you know. I have fifty members ready to ride if I don’t call in ten minutes, and we have a thousand affiliates preparing to jump on their bikes in several surrounding states and get here as fast as possible if the alert goes out. Are you sure you want to fuck with me?”

Pucci gulped in air. “Fine. Come with me.” He started toward the truck, which was positioned beneath a light.

Aiden held out a hand. “Come on, Anna.”

“She stays here at the fire,” Pucci said.

Aiden leaned over and grasped my hand, pulling me up. My paper plate dropped to the ground. “She comes with me. Period.”

Pucci chuckled and kept walking. “You have to watch that kind of attachment, Devlin. It’s bad for you and for business.”

“I’m aware,” Aiden said.

I stumbled next to him but still managed to give him a look. A mean one.

“That’s why we switch sometimes,” Pucci said, reaching the truck. “Well, that and it’s a lot of fun. How boring would it be to have only one chick for the rest of your life?”

“You really are a moron,” I said.

Aiden squeezed my hand. “Knock it off.” Then he pushed me behind him and to the side of the canopy. “Show me what you have.”

Saber edged closer to me without seeming to move.

Pucci flashed a light into the truck.

Aiden cocked his head. “You’re light.”