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

going to pop your magazines, thumb out all your rounds onto the floor, then you're going to toss your pistols to the other side of the stairwell.”
    They hesitated.
    I dug the gun deeper and said, “Let's go gentlemen, your boss is a busy man. He doesn't have all day.”
    When their bullets and guns bounced across the wooden floorboards, I got up, then dropped back down and reached into the back of Lucky's pants. The bikers regarded me cautiously.
    “What are you—” the Serbian began to ask.
    I pulled out Lucky's wallet and fished out the cash he had on him. “What? I did win that game.” Lucky, that fucking liar, had only had three hundred on him. He probably didn't think he could lose, so what did it matter?
    Whatever, three hundred was better than nothing.
    Being that I was the only one in the building with a loaded gun, no one attempted to threaten or stop me on the way out. I was just about to push open the front doors when I heard the sergeant-at-arms threaten the girl in the big coat.
    “The fuck are you standing around for? Get back in line.” The Serbian slapped her to the ground, then jerked the girl up to her knees and started dragging her back to the other girls that were still lined up.
    When adrenaline kicks in, tunnel vision takes over. After the game, I'd been so focused on getting out of the situation that I’d forgotten all about my original prize.
    My hand lingered on the gaudy, gold-painted door handle. None of those girls belonged here, but the redhead even less so. A really stupid idea flashed across my mind, one that I had too much trouble shaking.
    I should take her with me.
    I wasn't thinking straight earlier. Once I found out about what this place was, this uncontrollable urge came over me. I needed to punish the guy in charge, so I'd done what I always did and just rushed into the thick, regardless of the consequences. I never, for one second, gave a thought to what I'd do after I won her.
    You're no hero, just leave, dammit!
    I told myself to push the door open and walk away, like I'd done countless times before. Being in an MC for as long as I had, I'd seen awful things. I'd come to terms with the fact that some situations, like human trafficking rings, were beyond my ability to fix.
    It was fucked up, and our club was openly against it, but there was nothing I could do. I wasn't equipped to deal with the sins of the world. To stay sane, sometimes all you could do was put it all behind you and drown your conscience in drugs and distractions.
    So why couldn't I push the goddamn door open?
    I thought about Tash. Who was to say this girl was any different? Ultimately, it didn't matter. I could defer blame all I wanted, but deep down, I knew the truth.
    My pride got me into this.
    Now, it was my responsibility to get this girl out.
    “One last thing,” I shouted. The other bikers had taken the opportunity to begin picking up their bullets off the floor. They'd have them loaded back into their magazines soon. The odds of me getting out without unwelcome ventilation was fading.
    “Silly me,” I said. “In all the excitement, I seem to have taken something that doesn't belong to me.” I removed Lucky's gun from my waistband and walked up to the stone faced sergeant. “Would you mind giving this to your pres?”
    He looked at me skeptically, then reached to accept it. I flipped the gun around in my hand to get a better grip, then brought it down on his face like it was a hammer. Blood and cartilage burst from his shattered nose as he staggered into the wall, the pain eventually forcing him to his knees.
    “That girl belongs to me. I didn't say that you could touch her.” I slid the magazine out, pocketed it and tossed the gun to the Serbian's feet. Neither of the remaining bikers knew how to proceed, so they just stood there motionless and watched, their expressions fixed with awe and concern.
    “C'mon, darlin', let's head out.” I helped the girl to her feet. “I don't think your