Outlaw Road (A MC Romance) by Nora Flite, Adair Rymer Read Free Book Online

could see my vehicle through the wall. “My bike is fully loaded, valued at over twenty-thousand and I’m a nomad. If you win, I'm not just out a bike, but a club membership.” My teeth flashed. “Can't be in a motorcycle club without a motorcycle.”
    Lucky thought on it and smiled. “Okay, but we're playing Blackjack instead. Two out of three.”
    Blackjack, to me, was probably the game that was the hardest to manipulate. There was little in the way of long game tactics. In one or two hands it was hard to bluff or even gauge your opponent.
    I was up for the challenge. I lifted my eyebrows in an expression that said to bring it on .
    This was the closest I’d ever been to wagering my life on a game. Without my bike, I was nothing. And for what, some girl I'd never met? Or because my pride wouldn't let me walk away without hurting this guy?
    Funny... riding over here today, I thought this assignment was going to be dull.
    “Bring her in.” Lucky waved his guys over. There was no more reason to keep them hidden, I was outnumbered and alone. One of his bikers grabbed the prize by her hair and roughly pulled her into the room. “What's your name, bitch?”
    “Screw you!” she blurted out, wobbling on her feet and scratching at the hands that held her.
    “Alright! We got ourselves a lively one here! Those are my favorite.” Lucky snorted, then the mirth fled from his tone as he leaned in to taunt me. “After I take your bike, I think I'm going to bring her outside, bend her over your seat and... test the merchandise.”
    I didn't flinch. “You going to deal at some point?”
    “Did I strike a nerve?” Lucky asked, feigning innocence. He dealt the cards out onto the small table between us.
    My smile was brazen. “I'll let you know when you do.”
    In Blackjack, the goal is to get your hand's value as close to twenty-one as possible without busting by going over. I typically held at sixteen or seventeen if possible and tried to bluff my opponent into playing more cards.
    Tapping his cards, Lucky asked, “You know why they call me Lucky?”
    “I'm guessing it's because they can't call you handsome. Deal.”
    The first game was over in a heartbeat. I'd lost by two points. It was almost like he could see my cards. I wasn't a sore loser, but something seemed very off about all this.
    That's when I felt the slight scratches on the back corner of my cards. This motherfucker was playing with a marked deck, that's why he was so boastful! For all his gambling renown, Lucky was just another cheating thug.
    You mark a deck by scratching small subtle numbers and letters into the back top and bottom corners of each card. Those symbols nearly get lost in the existing designs from the manufacturer. They're incredibly hard to spot by the untrained eye. They denote what the card is.
    However, it only works if you mark all the cards and the other player is oblivious. Unfortunately for Lucky, I now knew where to look on his cards to see what he had. He was about to try a little of his own poison.
    “I'm sorry, did I win too fast? I'll try to fuck you a little slower next round.” Lucky's patronizing syllables dripped with smugness. The cards flipped and blurred as he shuffled the deck. It was all very impressive, but ultimately complete bullshit.
    “You're too kind. I'll raise you four hundred. That is, if you've got the balls for it.”
    Lucky smiled. “Who am I to stand between an idiot and his finances. You're on.” He laughed. “Boy, you're going to be walking out of here naked.”
    I adjusted my grip so as to hide the symbols on my cards, keeping on like I didn't know about the marks. “Nah, I just needed to knock the rust off. I think I'm about to hit my stride.”
    The second game was just as fast but this time... I won.
    Lucky sobered up real quick. Watching the anxiety seep in was beautiful. Lucky took on a much more serious tone, seeing through my obliviousness ploy. He wasn't a stupid man, he knew right away that