Too Wild To Ride (Steel Veins MC Romance, #1) by Adair Rymer Read Free Book Online Page B

times and put my hands back on the wheel. The car was still on and idling.
    “Drive along the dirt, go around this mess. No one will hassle you.” His calm was incredible.
    I put it in drive and went around all the traffic. A few daring cars behind me even followed. Soon enough we were back on the road, the traffic long behind us.
    “Slowly this time.” Levity crept into his voice.
    “Heh, shut it.” I managed a frail smile back at him.
    “Stop at the first rest-stop that has a store. Where did you get this car?” He stretched and righted himself in the seat.
    “It was in the parking lot of the police station. I found the keys in one of the officer's desks.” I flashed him an embarrassed smile. I'm sure he could see that I was a little proud of myself for it, though.
    “You stole a cop's car?” I could tell he was impressed, which made my smile beam. He pointed at a rest stop that was just ahead. The area was pretty big. It had a gas station, food court, maintenance shop and even knickknack store attached.
    “Pop the trunk. Lets see if your ill-gotten gains yielded any spoils.”
    I complied. Amidst some clutter and trash, the trunk had a shotgun. It also had few boxes of shells. On my way into the building to use the bathroom, Remy stopped me, handed me some money and had me buy a tool kit, some duct tape, and some lunch.
    When I came back, Remy had just returned to the car as well. He slightly favored his right leg and one of his shoulders was raised up a bit. He made an effort to not let on that he was sore and you'd have to be really looking for it to know, but I could tell. I didn't see him get thrown into the vehicle but it was fairly obvious from his placement on the ground and the damage to the yellow bus.
    Remy drove us behind the building and parked next to a shitbox with similar plate numbers as ours. Remy then switched the plates and wiped off as much of the blood as he could from our car. He then laid on the asphalt and slid underneath. “Hand me the tape.”
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “Taping Rock's handgun to the frame behind the driver's side wheel well,” he grunted. I'm sure after getting beaten up by a school bus, that wasn't the most comfortable position to be in at the moment.
    “I take it that's the rainy day gun?”
    “In a man to man fight, the winner is he who has one more round in his magazine.” He put up a hand and I helped him stand. “Hop in, we gotta go.”
    We didn't talk much, with all the adrenaline wearing off it was hard to keep my eyes open. It was worried, restless sleep most of the way there. The speed bump of the parking garage woke me fully. “Where are we?” I yawned.
    “Santa Fe.” Remy looked exhausted. He backed us into a parking space in an emptier part of the garage. Then he reclined the seat all the way back and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow
    “Are we ok to stay in this car? Shouldn't we abandon it somewhere?” It was a stolen car after all, even if it was the officer's civilian car.
    He lowered his arm to look at me.
    “They have at least a half a dozen bodies to sort out and bag up. Maybe the owner of this car is in one of those bags.” Remy saw the concern on my face. “Either way, LVPD has a lot more going on than a car jacking, we should be good for a little while.”
    The image of the Vasquez family in their gaudy Christmas sweaters came to mind. The thought of them being robbed of their husband and father struck me in a very painful way. I know it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't help but feel for them. Everything that happened lately seemed to have these rippling repercussions like a stone dropped into a still pond. We had no say as to when the stone would drop and who would be affected by the waves.
    Did the man I killed have a family? Did he have children and pets in ugly sweaters? Probably not, and if the kill teams were as bad as Remy says then he definitely deserved what happened. I guess it just reminded me how