Angels from Hell: A Biker Erotic Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: A. L. Summers
says just a firmly. “Charlie is natural. He’s never lost. Well, not since he started winning. He wears armor. Except for racing at night, he’s as safe as he would be on a race track. Almost,” Shep finally admits.
“Why is he doing this? For that matter, why are you?”
“We’re going to go into business together,” Shep says. “We’re going to open a custom bike shop. Charlie is going to build them, I’m going to run the business.”
“You?” I ask in disbelief.
“What? Don’t think I can do it?” Shep says with a smile. “I have a MBA, I’ll have you know.”
That surprises me. “And you are racing to raise the money?”
“That’s right,” Shep says. “Banks look at us and laugh in our face. We can do this. Charlie Decker’s reputation is getting around. We have people ride up from Greensboro, Raleigh, Charlotte, Nashville, you name it. They all come to have Charlie work on and customize their bikes.”
“So Charlie is going to build the bikes and raise the money to open-”
“Not all of the money, Claire,” Shep interrupts. “I sold my car and my house to raise my portion. That’s why I live with Charlie. I have $125,000 sitting in an account at the bank, waiting for Charlie to get his. Claire, I’m not trying to take advantage of your brother. He’s my best friend. We joined the Kings at the same time. We watch out for each other. When I found out Charlie was street racing, I tried to get him to stop; but, he wouldn’t. I knew he wanted to open a shop, so we hatched this plan.”
I pause to think, my mind swirling. “You have a name for this adventure?” I ask.
“Blue Mountain Cycles,” Shep says. “I have a complete five-year plan at home if you want to see it.”
I toss my empty bottle into the recycle can. “Okay. This isn’t as bad as I was afraid it was going to be. It still sounds dangerous as hell. What happened Saturday?” I ask, recalling what they had said earlier.
“Charlie was tired. Sloppy. He nearly lost. I time him. He calls landmarks and I mark the times. That way I can tell him if he needs to push or not. Saturday, he had to push. Hard.”
“Charlie never did have any sense,” I mutter. “Why didn’t he call it off?”
“You can’t just call it off, Claire. We plan these races months in advance. This was the first race of the season. He had already paid to enter. If he hadn’t shown up, he was out the entry fee.”
“How much is that?”
“Two-thousand dollars,” Shep says.
I feel my eyes bug out. “And how much can you win?”
“It’s winner take all. Charlie won $12,000 Saturday.”
I stare at Shep. That’s three month pay for me. “Shit.” I finally take a breath.
“Yeah. In four weeks we have a chance for Charlie to make some serious cash. $5,000 entry fee, twenty riders. These are the best outlaw street racers in the country. They are all coming here. All to put their reputation on the line against Charlie.”
“One-hundred thousand dollars,” I gasp in shock.
“That’s right. And though we don’t know for sure, I have heard rumors that there may be talent scouts there from some of the professional racing teams. This is the first time this many guys that are this good have been together in one place.” Shep looks at me, his eyes serious. “Charlie can win this. He’s that good. Please, Claire, don’t arse this up for him.”
I stare into Shep’s eyes. “Take me on this loop. Now,” I say firmly. “I want to see for myself.”
Shep grins. “Hey you, mob!” Shep calls. “Claire and I are going off on our own.”
***
Shep and I mount up and turn back the way we came before peeling off down a rutted and frost heaved road. We follow that for a time. Then, we arrive at another smooth and well maintained road. We wander about, twisting and turning, until we arrive at yet another cross road. Shep rolls the
“Why is he doing this? For that matter, why are you?”
“We’re going to go into business together,” Shep says. “We’re going to open a custom bike shop. Charlie is going to build them, I’m going to run the business.”
“You?” I ask in disbelief.
“What? Don’t think I can do it?” Shep says with a smile. “I have a MBA, I’ll have you know.”
That surprises me. “And you are racing to raise the money?”
“That’s right,” Shep says. “Banks look at us and laugh in our face. We can do this. Charlie Decker’s reputation is getting around. We have people ride up from Greensboro, Raleigh, Charlotte, Nashville, you name it. They all come to have Charlie work on and customize their bikes.”
“So Charlie is going to build the bikes and raise the money to open-”
“Not all of the money, Claire,” Shep interrupts. “I sold my car and my house to raise my portion. That’s why I live with Charlie. I have $125,000 sitting in an account at the bank, waiting for Charlie to get his. Claire, I’m not trying to take advantage of your brother. He’s my best friend. We joined the Kings at the same time. We watch out for each other. When I found out Charlie was street racing, I tried to get him to stop; but, he wouldn’t. I knew he wanted to open a shop, so we hatched this plan.”
I pause to think, my mind swirling. “You have a name for this adventure?” I ask.
“Blue Mountain Cycles,” Shep says. “I have a complete five-year plan at home if you want to see it.”
I toss my empty bottle into the recycle can. “Okay. This isn’t as bad as I was afraid it was going to be. It still sounds dangerous as hell. What happened Saturday?” I ask, recalling what they had said earlier.
“Charlie was tired. Sloppy. He nearly lost. I time him. He calls landmarks and I mark the times. That way I can tell him if he needs to push or not. Saturday, he had to push. Hard.”
“Charlie never did have any sense,” I mutter. “Why didn’t he call it off?”
“You can’t just call it off, Claire. We plan these races months in advance. This was the first race of the season. He had already paid to enter. If he hadn’t shown up, he was out the entry fee.”
“How much is that?”
“Two-thousand dollars,” Shep says.
I feel my eyes bug out. “And how much can you win?”
“It’s winner take all. Charlie won $12,000 Saturday.”
I stare at Shep. That’s three month pay for me. “Shit.” I finally take a breath.
“Yeah. In four weeks we have a chance for Charlie to make some serious cash. $5,000 entry fee, twenty riders. These are the best outlaw street racers in the country. They are all coming here. All to put their reputation on the line against Charlie.”
“One-hundred thousand dollars,” I gasp in shock.
“That’s right. And though we don’t know for sure, I have heard rumors that there may be talent scouts there from some of the professional racing teams. This is the first time this many guys that are this good have been together in one place.” Shep looks at me, his eyes serious. “Charlie can win this. He’s that good. Please, Claire, don’t arse this up for him.”
I stare into Shep’s eyes. “Take me on this loop. Now,” I say firmly. “I want to see for myself.”
Shep grins. “Hey you, mob!” Shep calls. “Claire and I are going off on our own.”
***
Shep and I mount up and turn back the way we came before peeling off down a rutted and frost heaved road. We follow that for a time. Then, we arrive at another smooth and well maintained road. We wander about, twisting and turning, until we arrive at yet another cross road. Shep rolls the
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