Tommy: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Romance by R.S. Wallace Read Free Book Online Page A

matter-of-factly. “I’ll help you.”
    Tommy smiled and then nodded slowly. There was excitement on his face and his eyes lit up as he began to speak.
    “You’re the best, Chelsea,” he said. “Here, get dressed and I’ll explain everything.”
    He picked my black dress up off of the floor and handed it to me. I crawled out of bed and slipped it on, while Tommy watched me, his eyes slowly moving up and down my body.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
    I shook my head and laughed at him.
    “Don’t change the subject,” I said, playfully. “Tell me what this favor is.”
    Tommy’s face immediately turned more serious as he sat up on the edge of the bed and looked me in the eyes.
    “There’s a car parked at a motel across town,” he said, speaking slowly and quietly, as if he was paranoid someone might hear. “I’m going to give you a ride on my motorcycle and drop you off around the corner. The keys will be in the car and all you have to do is start it up and then follow me to another warehouse that’s nearby. There, we will drop the car off and I’ll take you safely back here. It shouldn’t take more than an hour.”
    I crinkled my eyebrows and cocked my head to the side.
    “What’s in the car?” I asked.
    Tommy smirked and responded immediately.
    “Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” he said. “But there’s a lot of money involved and it’s part of a business exchange between another local motorcycle club, “The Brass Knuckle Gang.” It’s a silly name, I know, but these guys are pure business. It’s important that we stay on their good side.”
    I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and then took a quick look in the mirror, adjusting my dress over my breasts. Then I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves.
    “Okay...” I whispered. “Let’s get this over with.”
    Tommy smiled and then hopped up from the bed. He stepped behind me and placed his hands around my stomach, pulling me in close and kissing the back of my neck.
    “You’re going to do great,” he whispered. “And when this is over, you’ll be ten thousand dollars richer and I’ll have enough money to take you to Jamaica or something. How does that sound?”
    I smiled, as I reached above me and placed my hand on Tommy’s face, feeling the thick stubble of his beard underneath my fingertips.
    “Sounds amazing,” I said.
    Tommy’s hands slid down my stomach, grazing over the soft material of the dress. His touch made me feel safe and I found myself beginning to really trust him, even though he was basically a complete stranger.
    “This is going to be easy,” he said. “Just remember, this Brass Knuckle Gang is no joke. They shouldn’t even be there, but keep your eye out just in case. And if anything happens, I’ll be right around the corner.”
    I nodded as I listened to him, feeling anxiety creep into my chest.
    “Okay, I’m ready,” I said. “I can’t think about it any more. We just need to go.”
    Tommy grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room and across the house. We stepped into the garage and hopped on the motorcycle. I wrapped my hands around his waist as he backed out and started it up, the loud roar of the engine cutting through the morning silence.
    “You’re going to be just fine,” Tommy shouted over the loud rumbling. “I promise.”
    I squeezed him tight and place my head on his shoulder.
    I hope you’re right, Tommy.

Chapter 10
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    I t only took twenty minutes to get to the other side of town and when we got there, a sinking feeling came over me. The entire area was completely dilapidated and unkempt. Half of the street signs were missing and there was graffiti on the side of nearly every building. There wasn’t a single person in sight and I assumed that most of the businesses that lined the main street were shut down, or at least they appeared that way.
    Tommy slowed the bike down and I glanced to my left, where a small, shady-looking