Paint. They coated the bikes with paint. It was probably supposed to degrade. Wash off. They disguised the bikes.
Viper
Send me a pin of your location. Make sure it updates automatically. Do it now.
I hesitated, but in the end, did as he asked. This was a horrible idea. If the Kings could track me, maybe the cops could get the info later, but what else could I do?
I was starting to feel impressed with the motorcycle cops. This heist was bullshit worthy of King.
The front door opened.
Panic made my balls try to hide in my body. I shot around the side of the cottage and almost tripped into a metal bike trailer. My heart lived in my throat while the men laughed. I couldn’t hear what they’d said. I eased up to peek around the corner of the house and growled under my breath as they loaded paper bags into their saddle bags.
Was it cash?
Nah. They had way more cash than that. But maybe it wassomeof the cash. What the hell had they done with Uhlig’s money?
There was nothing to do but wait for them to take off, and then I ran for King’s bike. I got the Harley started up and on the road. Excitement surged inside me and I whooped when I spotted a taillight in the distance. I was flying.
I hadn’t lost them. But I also didn’t want to crowd them, so I hung back. It would be for the best if they didn’t notice me.
What would we do when we caught them? Dallas said we couldn’t kill them. He was right. That would bring too much heat. But we could blackmail the fuck out of them.
King and Commissioner Johnston had it out for each other. Maybe this would give King an advantage in their battle royale. Unease settled into me as we rode away from the city, those cold stars twinkling overhead. I was beginning to think I should turn off, even if it meant losing them, when they stopped in the distance in front of me.
“Shit.” My pulse thundered in my ears as I braked.
Two shots rang out.
Pain seared through my right leg. It was all one big fiery ball of agony inducing heat, but I didn’t doubt both bullets were lodged in my fucking body.
“Fuckers. I rode into a trap.” I didn’t look down, just ditched King’s pristine Harley on the road, moaning at the sound of his side mirror smashing, and hopped, dragging my leg that was screaming pain along behind me. There was a fence surrounding a field to my left, but before I could reach it, the bikes swarmed in my direction.
I was hauling myself over the fence when someone grabbed my cut and pulled. I fell to the ground and yelled as my fucked-up leg hit the dirt.
The pain made my vision spotty. My head was getting fuzzy. Through the fury that had me seeing red, I caught sight of blood streaming from two bullet holes.
I must be losing a bucket of blood, but I couldn’t exactly do anything about it.
Six guys flipped up the visors on their black full helmets, and I yelped when one of them kicked my shot-up leg. The lance of pain made my lungs squeeze out like a sponge. I couldn’t make a sound. I grabbed my leg and caught a boot to the side, but that was nothing compared to the acid washing through the nerve endings in my leg.
“Do you know what happened to Hooker and Lawrence?” one guy growled out. “They were chasing piece of shit bikers.”
Will was going to kill me if these guys didn’t. I forced a smile. “I heard they were driving like assholes on a foggy night. Sounds like self-inflicted stupidity. Darwin’s law.”
An engine speeding along in the distance had a few of the guys looking back to where they’d parked their bikes on the road. Headlights crested a small rise. A truck—my fucking Ford—plowed into all the bikes, sending them flying like toys andcrunching in the grille. I swore I saw Will wave as he passed us, then the truck came to a screeching halt.
“What the fuck?” one of the cops screamed. Maybe it was our buddy Marty, the thief.
“You can use some of that dirty fucking money to buy a new bike.” I laughed, then puked, and the world got hazy.
Yeah, Will was gonna kill me.
19
ROOK
I clenched my fists around the steering wheel of the truck, rage boiling and festering until I no longer had control. I didn’t think. One second, we’d been on our way to give PD some backup, the next we’d realized something was fucked.
