Outlaw's Bride by Nicole Snow Read Free Book Online Page B

vicious biker thug who'd always fuck anything with curves.
    I knew the solution to that equation – two big messes. Two ruined lives, maybe three once Caleb grew up and started asking questions. I lived every sick struggle that came after the equals sign.
    “And that's the whole point here, Sally,” Norm said softly, after all. “Your connections, I mean. You can help out here. Greg just feeds me information from all his travels and the guys he talks to. But he doesn't have an in like you do.”
    “Connection? In? What the hell are you talking about?”
    His fingers reached up and twisted the key. The truck snorted to life, and slowly we headed back to our work area, away from the borderlands and their dirty little secret.
    Norm wouldn't answer. Somewhere about a mile or two down the road, it hit me. Oh, no.
    No, no, no, no.
    No.
    “You're talking about the MC, aren't you? Jesus, if you think I've got some special connection there, some people I'd call my friends, you're out of your fucking mind.” I had to kill this plan now.
    It wasn't happening.
    “Sally, I'm not saying you do. All I know is, you've been around them before. They know you. And they're also at war with the cartel. Don't you listen to the radio?”
    I wasn't going to answer him. Not until he stopped treating me like a total idiot, or a damned tool he could throw around anywhere he pleased.
    “You ever heard the phrase, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend?'” Norman asked.
    “Jesus, Norm. Have you ever been off this farm?” I had to stop before I bit my tongue in rage. “Are you listening to your own plan right now? I mean, really fucking listening? We've got prowlers hiding crap on our land who belong to a terrorist gang – and your solution is to invite another one here?”
    “Come on, you know it's not like that,” he insisted, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “The club's cleaned up their act from the rumors I hear. They're really helping people in the town now. Yeah, this cartel fight's part of that. They're selfish sons of bitches – they always were – but I think anybody wearing their patch is a whole lot less likely to shovel us into a shallow grave if we see something we shouldn't. They don't go for civilians. You stack 'em side by side with the cartel and tell me who's the lesser evil.”
    Does it matter when you still wind up with evil? Pushing the thoughts away, I stopped and stared at my cousin.
    “Come on. They're not that bad, girl. The drugs and whoring's all over from what I've heard.”
    “Oh, I'm supposed to know that? I don't really read the papers, and I'm not best buddies with Greg either.”
    He snorted. We drove on for awhile in silence. Of course, I wracked my brain the entire time, trying to find a better solution.
    The sanest one was running into the house, packing my things, and taking Caleb away, then heading as far north as we could possibly get.
    We could handle the Washington rain and winters far easier than the danger here in Redding. If only we had the cash.
    Money was always the wall. So was my background – or lack thereof. Farming alone didn't offer a great big world of opportunities. And besides, who'd hire a single mother without blood relations obliging them to?
    I bit my lip. God damn it .
    Much as my cousin was playing with fire, toying with quite possibly the worst idea in the world, there really wasn't a better alternative.
    “Look, why don't we take the day to hash this out? I'm sure this isn't the night they'll be coming back to check up on the stuff they left in that hole,” he said, pulling up near our main storage shed.
    “No need. We can't waste any time. I'll do it.” I looked at him. “Just give me a day or two to call the clubhouse before I head over there. I'm supposed to give them advanced warning before I show up.”
    I hadn't called Blackjack last time before I'd marched in and confronted Roman. I wouldn't tell my cousin that two days was the minimum I needed to walk