Bad Boy Daddy by Chance Carter Read Free Book Online

Nevada. Jackson was striding right toward them, completely naked, and they didn’t notice him till he was right on top of them.
    Jackson didn’t say a word. With his gun in his fist, he struck Slack across the face, knocking him backward over his bike. In the same motion, he leapt over the bike and landed on Jared, driving him to the ground. A single head butt and Jared was out cold, his face a mess of blood.
    Slack scrambled to his feet. He pointed his gun at Jackson’s back. Bang.
    The world stopped. The sound of the gunshot rang through my ears like the toll of a funeral bell. The moment seemed to last forever.
    This was the end. Jackson was dead. I’d be brought back to Wolf and punished for what I’d done. When they found out I’d given myself to Jackson, they’d string me up and kill me. But I didn’t even care about any of it.
    Already, I was committed to Jackson.
    If Jackson was dead, then it didn’t matter what they did to me. I was Jackson’s now. I couldn’t imagine being without him.
    And then, Slack fell to his knees. The bullet hadn’t come from Slack’s gun. It had come from Jackson’s.
    Jackson walked over to Slack’s body and kicked away the gun. He bent down and opened Slack’s leather suit. There was blood everywhere. Jackson tore Slack’s bloody shirt from his body and made a compress out of it.
    “Hold that on the wound,” he said to Slack. “If you’re lucky, you’ll be alive when the ambulance gets here.”
    Slack spoke weakly. “You should kill me now, whoever you are. Los Lobos will have no mercy on you.”
    Jackson didn’t respond. He checked on Jared who was still out cold. Jackson took both men’s guns and strode back to the room, finding me at the window.
    “Get your things,” he said. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
    I threw on my dress. Jackson put on his clothes and gave me his leathers and helmet. They were big but better than nothing.
    “Do you ride?” he said.
    I shook my head.
    He peered cautiously out the door before we left. Slack and Jared were still on the ground. Jackson pointed his gun at them and fired two shots. A bullet hit the fuel tank of each of their bikes.
    “Come on,” he said.
    I ran to keep up, climbed onto the back of his bike, and put my arms around him so tightly nothing would ever pry me loose.

Chapter 10
    Faith
    W E RODE SOUTH FOR THREE HOURS, stopping only for fuel. Jackson washed Slack’s blood from his hands in a gas station restroom.
    Jackson was protective of me and that kept me calm. If he hadn’t been so in control, so in possession of me and the situation, I’m certain I would have panicked. He’d shot Slack. He’d knocked out Jared. Wolf, and the other Lobos would be after us in force. Nothing would stop them now. We’d never be safe.
    But it was hard to feel hopeless with Jackson there. My arms were around his waist like a vise. It was as if he made me his responsibility, made me his family, the moment he set eyes on me. I felt as if everything that followed would be the result of that.
    We reached a small desert town and pulled into the Walmart. Jackson filled a cart with clothes for me, toiletries, a fresh shirt and underwear for himself, some bottled water, a few snacks.
    “Do you know where we are?” I said.
    He nodded. “We’re in the Mojave Desert.”
    It was hot. Very hot.
    “There’s a diner up ahead. They’ve got air conditioning. We can go there and talk.”
    “All right,” I said. All I wanted was the air conditioning.
    We parked outside the diner and went inside. He led me to a booth and despite the desperation of our situation, it felt good to be with him. I felt he knew exactly what to do, where to go, what to say. I didn’t have to think. That sort of certainty was what I needed. If he’d shown any weakness, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
    “How did they find us?” I said, when we were seated.
    “They didn’t know you were there. How many henchmen does Los Lobos have?”
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