I’m leaving here the same way I arrived.
With nothing.
But at least I’m still breathing.
For now.
Chapter Three
“Look alive.” Wicked slaps me on the back of my neck. My balls are fucking about to melt off. We’ve been sitting out here for two hours with no shade. Sweat dribbles down my neck, carving a path down my spine straight to my ass crack, giving me fucking swamp ass.
All this so Hector and Jose can swing their dicks around.
The gate of the Juarez compound opens. Big Daddy and Hero exit wearing grim expressions. Behind them, a broken beauty that takes my damn breath away.
A slight breeze whips through, blowing her dirty blond curls around her face.
“Prez,” Toxic starts. “Kidd is on the line.”
Their conversation distorts into mumbles. All I can focus my attention on is her. The woman in the shortest pair of shorts in the history of shorts and a white halter top.
“Lunatic.” Hero snaps a finger in my face. “She’s riding bitch with you.”
I nod and clear my throat. “Name’s Lunatic.”
“Daisy.”
Her doe eyes meet mine. Big pools of a soft brown shade flecked with honey I could drown in. Her lips a perfect bow shape.
She can’t ride dressed like that. I open my saddlebag and pull out a long-sleeved tee. “Put this on.” I glance down at her feet. Her toes are painted a vibrant neon blue that glows against the white of her thin as fuck flip flops. “That the only shoes you’ve got?”
I’m a damn good rider, but accidents happen. She’d lose a lot of skin if my bike were to go down.
She lifts her chin. “This is it.” Her voice comes out soft.
“Right.” I dig around in my bag and pull out a pair of socks. “Take these.” Our fingers brush and electricity shoots between us.
Her lips tip into a smile. “You shocked me.” She laughs, and I resist the urge to tuck the stray curl behind her ear. “What am I supposed to do with these?” She unrolls the socks.
“Wear them.”
“Won’t that look stupid?”
“Better than the road eating those pretty legs up.”
The rest of our group fires up their bikes.
“You know how to ride?”
She shakes her head.
“First things first. You want to avoid touching the pipes. Second, feet on the pegs. Third, arms tight around my waist. Fourth, do what I do, but don’t lean too hard. Fifth, you only get off and on when I say so.”
“Got it.”
I’ve got a million questions, but now isn’t the time. We’ve got at least six or seven hours of riding. If I didn’t have a scantily clad passenger, I could do it in half the time. But Hero says she’s with me, so that’s that.
“You’ll want this.” I hand her my helmet.
