Angels from Hell: A Biker Erotic Romance Read Online Free

don’t want to stand around and bake in the sun either. It’s so damn hot in North Carolina, even in early April. “You’re sure you don’t mind if I go?” I ask Charlie. “Do you mind if I ride behind you?” I ask turning to Shep.
     
    “Actually, I feel better with you going,” Charlie says. “One less thing to have to worry about if this goes badly.”
     
    “I would be honored to provide the lady a lift,” Shep says gallantly.
     
    I wipe at the trickle of sweat forming on my brow. “It’s so damn hot!” I complain. “Okay. Thanks, Shep.”
     
    “Just wait until summer,” Charlie says with a grin.
     
    ***
     
    I crawl onto the back of Shep’s bike. The bike is similar to Charlie’s, but not nearly so comfortable. Once Shep gets on the road, he rides hard for thirty minutes or so until he catches the rest of the Kings. I still have on the helmet that Charlie loaned me; but, I have no place to plug in the wire, so I can’t talk to Shep.
     
    The group pulls over at a small gas station and everyone dismounts. Shep fills the group in on Charlie and there is a brief discussion about going back to help. When Shep asks who among them thought they could fix Charlie’s bike if Charlie couldn’t, it elicits a laugh from the group. They decided to proceed with the ride. Shep assures them he will check on Charlie if he doesn’t catch up or isn’t at home when we get there.
     
    I lean against Shep’s bike, sipping my soda, sweating like a pig, and rethinking my decision to move south. “Shep, will you tell me something?” I ask.
     
    “Sure.”
     
    “I was talking to Charlie about what you two are doing. It doesn’t sound safe to me.” I say, trying to sound like I know more than I do.
     
    “He told you?” Shep says in surprise.
     
    “Well, I had to wheedle it out of him, but yeah he told me.”
     
    “Then, he must have told you we do everything we can to keep the riders safe,” Shep says.
     
    Now, I’m stuck. I don’t have a clue what to say to that. “Yeah, he said that, but he didn’t say how,” I finally say, mentally crossing my fingers.
     
    “We sweep the corners. We put people at the crossroads and corners on the circuit. We watch for the cops. A couple of the Kings are EMTs. They are always there with their equipment. Not much else we can do. That’s why people come here. Good roads and we take it seriously. We don’t want anyone hurt.” Shep grins. “Well, nothing but their pride anyway.”
     
    “Their pride?”
     
    “Yeah. They think we are a couple of country bumpkins. Until they get here and Charlie blows them into the weeds.”
     
    It finally clicks. “You’re racing?” I say, louder than I mean too.
     
    “Yeah. What did…” Shep begins, then pauses. “He didn’t tell you, did he?” he says sourly. “You played me like a wanker.”
     
    I smile tightly. “Yeah, I guess I did,” I say, then I soften. “I’m sorry, Shep. I had to know.”
     
    Shep sets his mouth in a hard line. “What are you going to do? Turn in your own brother?”
     
    “What’s your involvement in this?” 
     
    Shep clams up, but as I stare at him waiting for him to answer, he relents. “I’m his manager,” Shep says, making tick marks in the air with his fingers when he says manager. “I set up the races. Make sure the track is ready. Hold the money, etc.”
     
    “Where do you race?”
     
    “Not far from here, actually. We call it the Mini-Man, after the Isle of Man race . There is a section of road about ten miles from here that forms a fourteen mile loop through a national forest. There aren’t any roads that cross it. We start the riders two minutes apart. One lap, fastest time wins.”
     
    “You do this in the middle of the night? Is that where you go?”
     
    “Can’t very well do it in the middle of the day. That would be dangerous,” Shep says with a grin.
     
    “You think this is funny?” I snap.
     
    “No. I think you are over reacting,” Shep