Page 75 of Harmless
“That sounds great to me.” My fighter ran his hands lightly, too fucking lightly, over my waist, tracing my contours as he looked over me with awe. Like he was seeing me bare for the first time, and I wasn’t even naked.
Between Torr’s grip and Santos’ legs, I was trapped between them. And there was no fucking place in the world I’d rather be.
“Me too.” I finally found my voice, even though it was a whisper. “I’m dying to have you both at the same time.”
And just like that, the spell was broken. Torr released my arms and swatted my ass before he crawled off the air mattress. “After the mission. We’ll celebrate with threesomes.”
“You’re such anasshole,” I groaned, leaning my head on Santos’ chest. I looked up at him with a pout, and he gave me a sympathetic ass pat.
“Gotta give you some motivation to work, president.” Torr’s voice was muffled as he pulled on a shirt.
“Fine. Consider me motivated.”
We got dressed and took everything out of the tent to pack it up. The moment I stepped foot outside, it was like putting on another woman’s shoes. In the tent, I was just a horny girl who wanted to sleep in and fuck my men. Out here, I was president of the Vengeful Gods MC.
We were nobodies now, but that wouldn’t last long. This club would go down in history for wiping an evil cult off the map. And that mantle rested on my shoulders.
These people were my responsibility. To keep in line and to keep safe. I barely knew some of them, but for their trust in me alone, I would treat them like family.
That’s what MCs were at the end of the day, a family.
So I greeted everyone I passed with a, “Good morning,” and, “How’d you sleep?” and, “Take some hair of the dog for that hangover. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
Within two hours, we were on the road again.
The elevation began to change drastically at this stage. What started as a steady incline became a grueling up-and-downhill battle. The terrain grew wilder, with gravel and dirt roads disappearing completely. I had Torr and LJ ride tightly alongside me, to create a wider, easier path for the rest of the club.
“You said you’ve been here before?” I yelled at LJ as we began yet another grueling uphill climb. Jandro would be having a heart attack if he saw how hard we were pushing the motorcycles. We needed some little dirt bikes for this mission, not these heavy-as-fuck road cruisers.
“Not here specifically but the general area,” he corrected, grinding his teeth as he pushed onward. “I knew it was hilly out here, but fucking damn, this has to be the steepest part of the mountain range.”
“How close are we?”
“We should be able to see the compound at the crest of this hill if the information is correct.”
I nodded and pushed my bike into its highest gear, wincing at the roar of the engine reaching a new, higher pitch. My baby, custom-made by my fathers, was a hybrid design, so she was handling the incline and terrain relatively well, but that didn’t mean riding offroad was her specialty.
“Come on, sweetheart, you can do it. You’ve never failed me.” I petted the gas tank as if encouraging a living beast.
The jaguar, on the other hand, was having a great time. Tezca’s long body raced up the hill tirelessly, often passing us by and waiting for us to catch up. At least someone was having fun.
At long last, we reached the top of the hill. I squinted through the shrubs and copse of trees and, sure enough, I could make out a small settlement in the distance.
“Cut your engines now,” I told Torr and LJ while promptly doing the same. I looked back at the others making their way up, and slashed my thumb across my throat until every single motorcycle was turned off.
On foot, I made my way back down the hill, gesturing at everyone to come close.
“I think we’re too far for them to hear us, but I don’t want to take any chances,” I explained once my club gathered in a tight circle around me. “They could also send out scouts to investigate. We stay put for now, see if they make any moves. Tomorrow, if nothing changes, we hike the ridge line on foot to check them out at all angles. All good?”
“Yes, president,” came the chorus of voices.
I nodded. “Rest, relax. It’s been a tough ride, you all did good. Let’s stay quiet.”
While the fighters broke away to unpack food and supplies, Paige stepped forward. “I can begin my scouting now, president.”
“You sure?” I eyed her warily.
“Yes,” she insisted. “The sooner I can gather information, the better. I figure the trees will cover me.”
