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

motel was located on the side of the street. He drove around the corner and parked the bike, killing the engine immediately.
    “You saw that motel, right?” he asked. “That single-story one?”
    I silently nodded in agreement, as I did my best to swallow my nervousness.
    “The car is parked in that parking lot,” he said. “It’s an old, blue sedan and the front doors are different colors than the rest of it. You can’t miss it. The keys should be in the ignition. As soon as you start it up, just drive it back here and then follow me the rest of the way.”
    I stepped off of the bike, still in my dress, which immediately made me feel vulnerable in this type of neighborhood.
    “And why am I the one who has to do this?” I asked.
    Tommy reached his hand around me and pulled me in close.
    “Two reasons, really,” he explained. “I’ve had some issues with the Brass Knuckle Gang and they’ve had my number for a while. They think I’m dead and if they knew otherwise, then they’d be coming after me in swarms. And also, the police around here have been on the lookout for me for a while. If they saw me snooping around some car in an abandoned motel, they’d know I was up to something.”
    I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had come too far to turn back.
    Okay, Chelsea, I thought to myself. Let’s just do this. It won’t be that bad.
    Placing my hand on Tommy’s forearm, I squeezed it firmly.
    “You’d better be right,” I said. “This better be as simple as you’re making it sound.”
    Then, before he could respond, I turned away and began making my way across the street to the motel. As I glanced around, a chill shot through my spine. There was nobody in sight. Not even the sound of a passing car or kids laughing and playing on the corner. It was dead silent, making the sound of my footsteps on the pavement seem loud.
    When I got to the motel, I walked around the back and saw a single car in the parking lot. It fit the description that Tommy had given me. Blue, with the two front doors more of a grey color.
    Okay...that’s it. Just get in the car and drive out of this place.
    I took a long, deep breath and walked as fast as I could to the car. It was parked in the middle of the parking lot, immediately making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
    After taking a quick glance around, I placed my hand on the door handle and quietly pulled it open.
    The pace of my breathing increased immediately and I could feel my heart beating inside of my chest. My palms were sweating and my limbs began to tremble from nervousness.
    With the car door fully opened, I took another deep breath and began to climb inside. Suddenly, though, I felt a pair of strong hands grab my wrists and hold them behind my back. I let out a loud squeal.
    “Who in the fuck are you?” I heard a voice growl from behind me.
    I turned my head to look over my shoulder, but the man grabbed me by my ponytail and forced me to look straight ahead.
    “I asked you a fucking question,” he said, as he quickly jerked me away from the car.
    “I...um...I...” I stuttered, unable to think straight with the massive influx of adrenaline that was pumping through my veins, burning like battery acid.
    “You working for the fucking Siblings?” he asked, as he pulled my hair even harder and began to drag me toward the motel.
    I tripped over my feet as he used his powerful body to manipulate me, pulling me around like a helpless rag doll.
    “No...” I said. “I don’t work for the Siblings.”
    My voice was wavering as I spoke.
    “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he growled, as he neared the door of one of the motel rooms. “This drop was supposed to be for Tommy, not some fucking chic in a tiny dress. Although, clearly Tommy isn’t a real fucking man, so he may has well have shown up in a dress himself.”
    I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell this man the truth, otherwise it seemed like he would have just gotten even angrier. And I