Page 46 of Desert Heat

“Damn, straight,” I grinned, tucking my knife back in as my favorite turquoise and silver bracelets jangled on my wrist. “By the way, thank you for the edible body butter. Hunter can’t keep his hands or mouth off of me.”

“Works every time,” she winked, snapping her purse shut. “You ready to roll?”

“Sure, grab us a few roadies?”

“Shots first, they’ll keep us warm for the walk over.”

“We better slam down two.”

She pours us two shots of spiced rum, followed by two more. The burning heat slides down my throat easily. “Let’s just take the bottle,” I suggested, feeling good really good. My new life fitting better than I thought it ever could.

We talked, laughed, taking our sweet ass time walking through campus to the fields on the far side housing the athletic complex and beyond that the small football stadium.

The lights lit up the late fall sky. My head and hips grooved to the snare drums beat as the marching band did their pre-game thing.

The distant buzz startled me for a moment. Like hornets swarming, thick, beefy men on motorcycles buzzed by us. I kept my head down, knowing my father was having my back watched by Devil’s Glen.

“Fuck they are hot. All that tatted up muscle in leather…”

I rolled my eyes. “Um, hello? Tank?”

“So? I can still look… I need to pee. And there isn’t a chance I’m going in those nasty bathrooms under the bleachers. My new boots ain’t touching the concrete floor with overflowing toilet water.”

“Hunter just texted, he’s waiting for us by the bleachers.”

“Romeo can wait. My bladder can’t.”

“Ugh, fine, this way,” I tugged her by the hand, leading her to the tree line behind the field.

“Turn around,” she hissed as she lowered her butt.

“Please. As if I wanna— Umpff!” I struggled against the hand covering my mouth as a large arm snaked around my waist. Brandi’ s eyes were frozen in fear mid-squat.

“I’ll cut her if you scream,” a gruff, voice threatened against my ear. Brandi snapped her mouth shut.

I let my body go dead weight, using my captor’s surprise to sink my teeth into his palm.

“Bitch!” I was thrown away and backhanded across the face. Brandi screamed but it was drown out by the buzzing engines of motorcycles. My head rattled. Blood filled my mouth. As my eyes squinted open, they landed on the path sewn into a thick leather cut.

Fuck.

We were both dead.

The Vipers Den was a new MC. They are new enemies of the Bastards and Scorpions. Compromised of ex cartel, illegals, and traitorous men who ran from their brothers before bullets could end their betrayals of their original patch.

“Nice pussy,” another asshole had entered the wooded area. He licked his lips as he stared between Brandi’s legs.

My right leg swung out in a sweeping karate kick to the back of his knees.

“Bitch!” He grunted as I knocked him off balance. Just as my second kick was about to launch toward his dick.

I felt the pinch of a needle in my neck.

“Hello, princess.”

“Linc? … fuck… you… bastard… traitor…”

“I’m gonna send you back to your father in a box. After I fuck you, of course. Thanks for the invitation.”

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