Taming Lucca: Red Devils M.C. by Michelle Woods Read Free Book Online Page A

three hundred miles away from the Blue Bandits. Shoot. It was going to take weeks to get to their town. She’d only gone about thirty miles in the last two days. She sighed with disappointment. She really thought she’d gone farther than thirty miles.
    She pulled the water out of her backpack with another defeated sigh, and drank a large gulp. Lying back in the grass she was grateful for the small breeze that cooled sweat on her skin cooling her down. She should really move away from the road it was never very long before a biker or car came by. She was still too fearful of the bikers to look at their leather vests to see if they were Blue Bandits when they roared by as she hid in the woods. The cars that passed could be filled with murders or thieves. She didn’t know who she could trust so she hid and trusted no one.
    The loud rumble started. Crap. She jumped up grabbing the pack from beside her and ran towards the trees about three feet away. She prayed that they wouldn’t see her before she got to the forest to hide. She was almost there the roar was much louder she ran faster. Her backpack bouncing around things clanking together she hoped nothing broke. Gritting her teeth sprinting into the forest at last she continued if they had seen her she needed to find somewhere to hide. She was searching in front of her for somewhere to hide when she heard what sounded like water. Running headlong over the thick brush she didn’t see the root until she was already falling. As she went down her ankle twisted moaning in pain at the horrible wretch she lay there stunned for several minutes. Her hands and knees stung, but her ankle was throbbing painfully by the time she was able to sit up. Thankfully she heard the roar beginning to fade away so she must not have been seen by any of the bikers.
    Attempting to stand, she winced in pain as she tried to put weight on her ankle. Shit, that hurt. She sat down taking off her right shoe to find her ankle was already swelling. She lay back in the grass beneath her thinking that maybe she’d take a nap, and then try again. She closed her eyes propping her foot on the root that had caused the problem in the first place.
    When she woke an hour later she looked at her ankle. The swelling had gotten much worse while she rested. Now her ankle was almost three sizes bigger than the other one. Great, Molly thought, as she again tried to put weight on her ankle. Crying out with pain she almost fell back down catching herself on a tree nearby. Shit, she needed to get the swelling down somehow. Hearing the water again, she looked towards the sound seeing the small creek a few feet away she knew it was her best chance.
    There had to be something she could use as a crutch s he searched the ground finding a long stick close by so she picked it up. She checked its strength, and when she didn’t break it by putting most of her weight on it she used it to head slowly toward the water. The trip took almost twenty minutes, and she stumbled into about ten trees, scrapping her hands even more than they already were. When she was at the water’s edge she rested her ankle in the stream. It wasn’t cold, but at least it was cool enough that it might help some. She watched as fish swam in the shallows it was a shame that the water was likely poisoned so she couldn’t catch them for dinner.
    It would be nice to have something o ther than ration cubes to eat, but the storms that had raged sixty years ago hadn’t only taken half the world’s land mass with them into the ocean. It had also unleashed something they now referred to as water poison. It wasn’t really a poison so much as a parasite that killed very quickly. It traveled the blood stream to the heart causing massive heart attacks.
    You had to drink the little buggers or they couldn’t get into the body in large enough quantities to harm a person. If the tiny things made it to their victim’s heart they were dead, for most people this was about