One More Ride (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Read Free Book Online

followed the path of the road and told herself that Callie had it wrong. The police were on their tail. All she had to do was meet them first.
     
    And then she would put her plan into action.
     
    Lauren envisioned herself bringing the bike to a stop and lifting her hands in the air at the first sight of flashing red and blue lights. Cops would swirl around her, guns aimed but low as they tried to believe what they were seeing and look for anyone that might have followed her.
     
    No one will. Not the one I want most.
     
    And then they would ease her body from the bike. Probably wrap her body in a blanket or one of their jackets before pressing her into the back of a patrol car. Lauren would smile and say that she was sorry to cause so much trouble. There would be questions. Where had she been? Who had she been with? In their minds, they would think that she was a victim of some unspeakable fate. Maybe at the start. But not after. Not when she remembered the feel of Blake’s arms around her.
     
    And if she could hang onto that feeling before he turned away from her in disgust, she could sell the story.
     
    Don’t understand all the fuss. Can’t a girl have a little fun off the grid without everyone losing it?
     
    That was her line. Drew and her parents knew that she had run off in search of the unknown, and she would tell them that she had done just that and gotten a taste of some of the darker things during the course of her adventure.
     
    Sorry if everyone was all concerned or whatever.
     
    The cops would click their tongues and frustration and whisper about her when she was just a few steps away. They would call her a spoiled princess who had no conception of the manpower needed to track a girl down or what could have happened to her. Maybe the former was true, but Lauren knew all too well what had happened. And she wasn’t about to take any of it back. Not even when she found her father again and saw the disgust in her eyes.
     
    Thought I told you to get right and grow up. And you go and do this?
     
    She would keep up the act for Grace’s sake and just shrug her shoulders. What her father didn’t know would never hurt him, would only give him ammunition for the life sentence that she would willingly stepping back into. At least her mother would be happy. And as for Drew….
     
    Trying to remember what it was to be with him, Blake’s face flashed before Lauren’s eyes, and she shuddered at the sight.
     
    Make him believe it, Grace. I’ll live on that. If I can’t have him…
     
    Her thoughts congealed and hit the front of her mind as the sound of a distant motor roared and gained power. A quick glance over her shoulder filled her heart with horror, and Lauren feared that Wayne and his boys were about to run her off the road. Falling into their hands was the last thing she wanted. She pictured the Demon Dogs taking her two or three at a time as Paul got his club and further and further away from the threat. Lauren told herself that she could handle it. But she knew that her body would ache and her soul would cry out for Blake to rescue her, to claim her again.
     
    But he wasn’t coming after her.
     
    Intensifying her speed, Lauren had to smile at the distance passing between her and the bike at her back.
     
    They’re not going to catch me. I can still get away. I…
     
    Lost in her hopeful thoughts, Lauren failed to navigate the next curve in the road. Looking over her right shoulder, she saw an abyss waiting to swallow her whole if she failed to ride away from it. She couldn’t fall, not when she was this close to getting away. She had to swerve and hope that the other side of the road would keep her riding into the wind.
     
    Turning the bike under her hands, her tire skidded and lost its grip on the earth, and Lauren wailed into the air as she started to lose the bike. Feeling it falling from under her, she lamented the fact that her chances were nothing on foot. But she had to at least live