Highway to Heaven by Harley McRide Read Free Book Online

who’d saved her from her last and final train wreck, and
she’d never do it again. Yet, here she was, shocked she’d found the
guys she’d been fucking in bed with another club’s whore. Yeah, as
if she should ever be shocked at anything, right? They were just
fucking. Heaven repeated that to herself over and over, shot after
shot until the heat started to numb all of the stupid thoughts that
had her drinking in the first place.
    A couple hours passed, and somehow she’d
managed to find an English cassette tape and was now drowning her
unknown sorrows, because—truthfully, after she lost count on shots,
what sorrows could she possibly have—to the twang and soul of Hank
Williams Jr.’s “Blues Man”. The regulars had all taken a shining to
her, and despite the language barrier, seemed to think they were
old friends. “More Cuervo, Pablo!” She slammed the glass down on
the bar a little harder than she intended or cared. He’d long
stopped bothering with the lime and pleasantries and handed her the
bottle, pointing to the worm floating along the bottom of the
bottle. Heaven tossed her head back and laughed. “You bet your ass,
Pablo.”
    He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “No,
no… suicidio , cariño .”
    Heaven had long gone quiet trying to pretend
jumbled Spanish and just nodded. “Oh hell yeah. I’m a badass. Ain’t
no little worm gonna intimidate me. Nope. See, I’ve been through
the gates of hell and danced my way on through,” she slurred. Her
hand moved through the air, mimicking the waves of an ocean. The
old withered man next to her laughed.
    “ Loco !” he said nodding. The others
laughed, enjoying the show. Seeing a tiny petite white girl slam
back shots of booze and belt out “Outlaw Women” along with the Hank
Williams Jr. and Gretchen Wilson tune that played probably was more
excitement than they’d had in a year. It wasn’t long until she was
a mix of feistiness, up dancing and singing on the bar one minute
and the next pissed off and ready to go out and find all of the
Diablos herself and take them on all at once. At the mention of the
Diablos, the others went white as a sheet and fell silent, all
exchanging glances at one another. Even in her drunken stupor she
picked up on it and knew they had information. It may take some
work, and possibly some aspirin, but come tomorrow she was going to
get it out of them whatever it took.
    Raven stepped in to the little dim lit bar
expecting a piss warm glass of flat beer and prepared prayers he
wouldn’t end up with the shits after. The familiar sound of the old
country twang floated through the air with an off key female voice
belting out at the top of her lungs and dancing on a table that’d
seen better days. Heaven had her shirt tied up under her tits and
her ass shaking to the beat despite being totally shit faced. When
she jumped down and almost busted her ass, he moved from the
shadows and over to the bar and ordered a drink. Either she was
ignoring him, or was too fucked up to notice. She went back over to
a half drained bottle of Jose and tipped it up, chugging a few
gulps as some drizzled down her chin. He propped his arm up on the
bar and watched to see if she’d notice. For the bar being damn near
empty and her not to spot him, she was pretty damn lit. He
chuckled, shaking his head to the bartender. The hombre just
grinned and handed him an ice cold cervasa . He took a huge
gulp and his eyebrows raised in approval. Who’d of thought a shit
hole in the middle of Mexico had decent beer?
    When Heaven took another huge pull of the
bottle and spilled it down her front, he couldn’t help but watch it
run down the cavern of her tits. He licked his lips and had a
sudden craving for something a little stronger than beer. In three
long strides he was standing in front of her, his eyes drawn and
zeroed in on the droplets that beaded down her flesh. Heaven’s
glazed eyes went wide.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked,