BITTER SWEET CRAVINGS (The Kingsmen MC Book 6) by Tara Oakes Read Free Book Online

Harris not to hear.
    “You jackass! I know you had something to do with this!” I whisper through gritted teeth.
    “Charlie? Do you… know this person?” Harris joins us, wary of the tough-ass biker. I’m guessing Blue’s not the type of company the good doctor is used to keeping.
    “Blue,” the shmuck extends his hand. “I’m a friend of Charlie’s. Work for her pop, too.”
    Harris cautiously takes the outlaw’s offer and I can’t help but notice the drastic difference in hand size between the skilled medical professional and the criminal as they shake.
    “ Dr . Walker,” Harris puts extra emphasis on his title, a stark contrast to his not liking when I myself use the term.
    Blue is at least a head taller than the smaller doctor, and it’s obvious that he’s a hell of a lot stronger, too. And he’s not even the largest Kingsmen either! Clink could take Blue any day of the week--
    Shit!
    There I go again.
    My momentary lack of resolve with my thoughts reminds me of the asshole down the street and I turn to watch his take on the scene playing out for him.
    His arms are crossed, but he rubs his chin with the nearest hand, seeming to laugh as I wish massive diarrhea on him.
    “You havin’ some trouble here, doc?” Blue walks around the car, bending down to inspect the nearest tire. I’m impressed with his own flawless acting skills as it seems as if he’s seeing the damage for the first time.
    “You got a spare?” he asks.
    Harris stands above the biker, both watching the rubber as if it’ll suddenly fix itself.
    “I’d need four ,” Harris point out.
    Clink moves to take sight of another tire. “No shit?” He then nods.
    He stands, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Well, doc. Let’s get you a tow.” Blue whips out his cell. “Just so happens, Charlie’s pop owns a garage. We’ll get you fixed up.”
    Blue winks at me as he steps away with the phone to his ear to make his imaginary phone call.
    “Well, this is convenient,” Harris notes, genuinely thankful.
    I bite my lip. “You have no idea.”
    “Tow truck’s on its way. Should be here in less than a half hour. The driver can give you a lift anywhere you need. But,” Blue nods to me, “no use in Charlie gettin’ stuck.”
    He walks over to his bike and grabs the helmet from the handlebar. When he returns, he hands it to me.
    “I’ll make sure she gets home safe and sound,” Blue volunteers.
    Harris returns his attention to his imported car, hand pushing through his hair in utter astonishment. “Uh... uh, yeah. That’s probably a good idea.”
    And just like that, the game has played out just the way its mastermind had intended. I’m less inclined to play along, so Blue buckles my helmet and steers me along back to his bike.
    I have to hand my doggy bag to Blue seated in front of me, while I swing my leg over the tall Harley.
    He lifts it to his nose, sniffing. “Smells good. You gonna eat this?”
    “Choke on it, motherfucker.”
    Blue hands it back to me when I’m situated and he laughs as he starts the engine. “ There’s the Charlie I know.”
    We leave Dr. Walker behind as the bike hightails it down the road. We pass Clink and Blue signals him with two fingers in a mini salute, although the bystander’s gaze isn’t fixed on him.
    It’s set on me.
    Anger wells up in me and I’m not proud of it, but I let instinct take over and I hurl the thin bag of syrupy waffles at him full force.
    We pass quickly and I don’t get to benefit from the results, but it makes me feel just a wee bit better.
     
    ~*~
     
    CLINK
     
    I kick the Jaguar’s fender hard enough for my boot to dent it. I decide that the damage isn’t enough… so I kick it again.
    “Whoa!” Dewey walks up behind me. “What’d it ever do to you?”
    He claps his hand down on my shoulder, but I shrug it off, hard.
    “Just see that it gets fixed,” I tell the head mechanic. “And put a tracker on it. I want to be able to see where this piece of shit