Capture (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Julia Marie
going to meet us here and we’ll figure out our next steps.” I didn’t let go of her hand, instead pulling her along with me towards a short, squat structure.
A corner of the roof had fallen in, and it was clearly deserted and had been for some time. It sat next to a paved track behind a chain link fence, the pavement cracked and weeds growing indiscriminately across what used to be a tenderly cared for property.
A faded, garish sign read “Mad Tom’s Go Karts.”
The place was exactly as I remembered it; a little more ran-down, maybe, and certainly less busy, but there were enough happy memories in here to last a lifetime. I guided us right up to the fence, staring through the links and seeing things that were no longer there.
Jackie didn’t bother asking her questions, but I saw them written in her eyes.
“I used to come here all the time when I was younger,” I explained. “It was a great escape from the crushing poverty, whenever we had a couple dollars from a lucky lottery ticket or mom getting a couple of extra shifts at work, we came down here to get away from things for an afternoon.”
I was gratified to see Jackie take a look around with new appreciation. These days there wasn’t much to the place, but for a kid twenty years ago, this was the setting of endless adventure and dreams, the chance to run through the arcade, or take to the track and pretend to be a famous racecar driver.
“I take it this is where you learned to love driving fast?” she asked.
I nodded. “I was every champion race car driver whenever I came here. My kart was a finely tuned Ferrari racecar, and I stood on the podium after every race and sprayed champagne onto my admirers. Of course, the podium was a bucket and the champagne was a can of Coke.”
She laughed, the sound rich and velvety and so welcome after the silence and resentment of the drive. “And the adoring crowd?”
“Toy soldiers,” I said with a grin. “And the first time I brought them home without washing them and put them on the kitchen table was the last. My ass was sore for a week after mom had to wash the table down.”
We shared a heartfelt laugh, and Jackie let me slip an arm around her as she leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder.
The crunch of a car on the gravel behind us announced Marshall’s presence.
“There he is. We should get out of here quickly, you never know when the FBI might catch up to us.”
I turned as I spoke to see something I hadn’t been expecting. It wasn’t Marshall that had appeared, but a black SUV. Men in black suits poured out, four of them. Coming out of the passenger’s seat was McCrown. Our eyes met over Jackie’s head, his narrowing as they saw us wrapped in an embrace.
“Shit! Run!” I pulled Jackie along with me as I took off along the chain link fence, mind already racing, darting ahead of us, remembering the terrain I had once known so well.
Jackie had just been in a full-out sprint less than an hour beforehand, and I doubted that she would last very long against fresh agents.
Hell, I doubt I will be able to outrun them for long, even with this head start. It had been a while since the marines, and although I had maintained my body, I knew I wasn’t in the same peak physical condition I had been then.
I scanned the path ahead, looking for an opportunity amongst the mostly abandoned buildings. There were a lot of dead ends, and dark corners, and there weren’t that many FBI agents.
There’s only one chance here.
Not again.
Barely twenty seconds into the chase, and my lungs already screamed at me. There wasn’t much I could do about it other than tell my body to ignore all of the pain, all of the warning signs, and just push through it.
I didn’t even dare look over at Shane. The ground in front of us was rocky and uneven, barely even a path that strung along the backs of the abandoned
A corner of the roof had fallen in, and it was clearly deserted and had been for some time. It sat next to a paved track behind a chain link fence, the pavement cracked and weeds growing indiscriminately across what used to be a tenderly cared for property.
A faded, garish sign read “Mad Tom’s Go Karts.”
The place was exactly as I remembered it; a little more ran-down, maybe, and certainly less busy, but there were enough happy memories in here to last a lifetime. I guided us right up to the fence, staring through the links and seeing things that were no longer there.
Jackie didn’t bother asking her questions, but I saw them written in her eyes.
“I used to come here all the time when I was younger,” I explained. “It was a great escape from the crushing poverty, whenever we had a couple dollars from a lucky lottery ticket or mom getting a couple of extra shifts at work, we came down here to get away from things for an afternoon.”
I was gratified to see Jackie take a look around with new appreciation. These days there wasn’t much to the place, but for a kid twenty years ago, this was the setting of endless adventure and dreams, the chance to run through the arcade, or take to the track and pretend to be a famous racecar driver.
“I take it this is where you learned to love driving fast?” she asked.
I nodded. “I was every champion race car driver whenever I came here. My kart was a finely tuned Ferrari racecar, and I stood on the podium after every race and sprayed champagne onto my admirers. Of course, the podium was a bucket and the champagne was a can of Coke.”
She laughed, the sound rich and velvety and so welcome after the silence and resentment of the drive. “And the adoring crowd?”
“Toy soldiers,” I said with a grin. “And the first time I brought them home without washing them and put them on the kitchen table was the last. My ass was sore for a week after mom had to wash the table down.”
We shared a heartfelt laugh, and Jackie let me slip an arm around her as she leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder.
The crunch of a car on the gravel behind us announced Marshall’s presence.
“There he is. We should get out of here quickly, you never know when the FBI might catch up to us.”
I turned as I spoke to see something I hadn’t been expecting. It wasn’t Marshall that had appeared, but a black SUV. Men in black suits poured out, four of them. Coming out of the passenger’s seat was McCrown. Our eyes met over Jackie’s head, his narrowing as they saw us wrapped in an embrace.
“Shit! Run!” I pulled Jackie along with me as I took off along the chain link fence, mind already racing, darting ahead of us, remembering the terrain I had once known so well.
Jackie had just been in a full-out sprint less than an hour beforehand, and I doubted that she would last very long against fresh agents.
Hell, I doubt I will be able to outrun them for long, even with this head start. It had been a while since the marines, and although I had maintained my body, I knew I wasn’t in the same peak physical condition I had been then.
I scanned the path ahead, looking for an opportunity amongst the mostly abandoned buildings. There were a lot of dead ends, and dark corners, and there weren’t that many FBI agents.
There’s only one chance here.
Not again.
Barely twenty seconds into the chase, and my lungs already screamed at me. There wasn’t much I could do about it other than tell my body to ignore all of the pain, all of the warning signs, and just push through it.
I didn’t even dare look over at Shane. The ground in front of us was rocky and uneven, barely even a path that strung along the backs of the abandoned
Readers choose
Stephen Arterburn, Nancy Rue
Ian Stuart Black
Jordan Silver
Savannah Stuart
Sandra Brown
Leigh Talbert Moore
Patrick Gale
Lois Greiman
Peter David
Kat Martin