Hell on Wheels (Four Horsemen MC Book 6) by Cynthia Rayne Read Free Book Online Page B

or Italian guys . The Dixie Mafia is based in Mississippi and they operate all over the South. They’re into gun-running, money-laundering, drug-smuggling and distribution, human trafficking, gambling…the kind that don’t happen in Vegas. Not to mention bribing officials, murder for hire, and your favorites….theft and fencing stolen shit.”
     “Okay, they’re scary people.” She bit the inside of her cheek.
    Charlie tried to wrap her mind around how her father had gotten involved with them in the first place. Scott had been a very cautious thief. But she knew he’d been going for bigger scores—he said he wanted some security for both of them. Yet hooking up with bad guys wasn’t the way he normally did business.
    Charlie knew stealing from a connected guy would be an epic fail. She’d have to look over her shoulder the rest of her life until she got in her car one morning and kablam! There’d be nothing left but a roasted Oldsmobile with a gooey Charlie center.
    Frost stood, holding up his hands like this was a stick-up. “And that’s my cue to leave. You’re gonna get yourself killed if you go after him. But I don’t think you’ll listen to me.”
    “You’re right,” Charlie said.
    Frost nodded a goodbye to them both then nearly ran out the door, leaving her alone in the booth with Axel.
    “What difference does it make whether you take the money, or he gives it to you? Axel asked. “Either way, you get compensation.”
    Charlie shook her head. “If you don’t know, I certainly can’t tell you.”
    She didn’t want Beauregard to decide how much her father’s death was worth. She wanted to extract her own fee, and it would be a hefty one. She’d take every bit of his money and more besides…and it still wouldn’t be enough. Scott had been precious to her, priceless.
     “You aren’t doing this,” Axel said. “We’ll find another way. Like I said, I’m gonna fix your car and then you’re going to leave.”
    “You know what? You aren’t the boss of me. I go where I like and I do what I please.” Charlie hated rules.
    “He’ll kill you.”
    Charlie let that sink in.
    Axel might be right. But Beauregard deserved a comeuppance and the authorities weren’t handling it. “Nah, he won’t even know what hit him.” Charlie hoped she sounded confident.
    “Let me tell you a little somethin’ about Beauregard. He ain’t got no morals, and he’s clever as a bag of snakes.”
    Charlie smirked. “Yeah, well, we’ll see who comes out on top.”
    “I know who’ll come out on top. Beauregard. He’s the luckiest son of a bitch I’ve ever seen. And you’ll be in the ground, like your daddy.”
    She stiffened. “Do you see a line behind you? Because you just stepped over it.”
    He gave a long, low sigh. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put it like that, but I’m thinkin’ about your safety. You need a reality check, Robin. Would your father want you mixed up with him?”
    “My dad doesn’t want anything, Axel. He’s dead. You don’t know me, but telling me I can’t do something is a surefire way to get me to do it, purely for the pleasure of proving you wrong.”
     They glowered at one another. Axel clutched his coffee cup and Charlie wondered if it might shatter in his white-knuckled grip.
    He shook his head sadly. “Have it your way, then.”
    She cocked a brow at him. “Give me some credit. I picked your pocket and you didn’t know until I flashed your wallet. As long as I take this slow and steady, we won’t have a problem.”
    He paused a moment before he spoke. “You’ll be doing a whole lot more than pickpocketing. He’s got guards, security cameras, and a vault.”
    Oh, hell.
     She was going to have to go the full Ocean’s Eleven on this job. Normally, she didn’t work in high-tech situations. There was more of a chance of getting caught, so she liked smaller, easier scores.
     “Are you sure you want to do this?” Axel asked, cocking his head to the