Page 34 of Ride Hard
“Not just any kind of shooting,” she went on, not getting the hint. “Anyone can point a gun and pull the trigger. You knew where and when. You shot tokill.”
“An eye for aneye.”
“Then you sew your arm up without anesthetic like it’snothing.”
I scowled, but she was still facing away fromme.
“Then you push away the chance at a free fuck. All the bikers I’ve ever known would’ve bent me over there andthen.”
“You better shut your mouth, Sloane,” Isaid.
“You’re notFortitude.”
I tensed, causing my arm to sting like a little bitch. “Go to sleep before you say something you’llregret.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, nestling into the pillow. “I won’ttell.”
Smart-mouthed little… Grinding my teeth, my mind rolled over and over.I won’t tell, I won’t tell, I won’t tell… Tell what? That I followed orders down to the letter? Shit, I’d earn myself a fucking raise and a vacation in Tijuana when we got back toFortitude.
Hands off,Chaser.
Aye, aye,President.
The moment Sloane was asleep, I went outside and changed the license plates on the car. Tomorrow, we were going back on the road to California, akaFortitude.
