Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance) by Cassie Alexandra, K.L. Middleton Read Free Book Online

what?”
    Before I could answer, the cashier returned.
    “Pete coming up her?” he asked.
    I stared at the cashier’s face, noticing that she looked even more anxious than before. She licked her lips and told them that Pete wasn’t around.
    “Bullshit. His car is parked in back,” said Ronnie, raising his voice.
    “Really? Maybe he went for a walk. Your total comes to twenty nine dollars and fifteen cents,” said the cashier, ringing me up.
    “Okay.” I handed her my credit card. Her hand shook as she swiped it in the machine.
    “Went for walk. Right,” said Ronnie, nodding to Chips. “Let’s go find the fucker.”
    They both walked around the cashier and headed toward the back office.
    “Shit,” she said, looking frightened.
    “What do they want with Pete?” I asked her.
    The cashier began biting her nails. “I don’t know.”
    “Was he back there?”
    She didn’t reply.
    Sighing, I pulled out my badge. “Is he in trouble with those guys? If he is, you’d better say something. I can help.”
    She hesitated and then confessed. Lowering her voice, she said, “I think so. He slipped out the back when he heard they were here, looking for him.”
    I was surprised that she’d been courageous enough to lie to the two bikers. I looked around the dining area. Fortunately, there were only a couple of people eating. Some of the other patrons had left when the two bikers had entered the place. “Okay. Just to be on the safe side, tell the rest of the staff and customers to leave.”
    Two people that were waiting in line and listening, didn’t even hesitate. They anxiously headed for the front door, not looking back. The cashier spoke to her co-workers and then made her way to the dining room while I crept down the hallway to see what was happening with Pete.
    “See, that piece of shit was here. The coffee is still hot,” said Chips angrily. “Look, there’s back door. He probably ran out that way. Let’s go and get our money.”
    Warning bells went off in my head. If Pete owed them money, the situation was just as dangerous as I’d assumed. I knew that I should call for backup, but every moment wasted could prove more dangerous for Pete. The Devil’s Rangers were violent and I knew that if the deli owner was trying to run from them, he probably didn’t have their money.  I opened up my jacket and unclipped my Glock from the holster.
    “Should I get out of here?” whispered the cashier, now standing next to me.
    “Yeah. Do me a favor and call the police.”
    Nodding, she turned around and disappeared.
    Holding my gun, I entered the empty office and found the doorway Chips and Ronnie had exited. Peeking outside, I noticed the bikers surrounding a sedan. Ronnie had his gun pointed at the man driving and was motioning for him to get out of the car.
    Pete rolled down the river. “I’ve got your money but it’s in the bank,” he cried looking frightened. “I was just going to withdraw what I owed you.”
    “You said that yesterday and never showed up at the clubhouse,” said Ronnie, moving closer to the car.
    Pete laughed nervously. “I know you’re not going to believe this, but I ended up getting a flat tire. Once I got to the bank, it was closed and I could only withdraw three hundred dollars from the ATM. I knew you wanted it all, and was afraid that you’d be pissed. That’s why I didn’t show up last night. I was going to bring you the entire amount today though. I swear to God.”
    “Always an excuse,” said Ronnie.
    “It’s the truth,” said Pete.
    “Let’s get in the car with him,” Ronnie said to Chips. “We’ll take a ride with Old Pete here and make sure he doesn’t have any more car trouble along the way.”
    “Yeah. Sure. You guys can ride down with me. Just so you know though, I might not have the entire amount,” said Pete. “But, I have most of it.”
    “You were supposed to have the entire amount yesterday. You know what happens when we don’t get what’s