Rage (A Thunder Gypsies MC Outlaw Biker Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Christa Wick
what must have happened. And I still didn’t have the puzzle completely solved.
I just knew that, if there was an angel in Thunder Valley looking out for me, she had red hair and sky blue eyes.
And I couldn’t leave her to face the wrath of the Gypsies once they managed to get a copy of the 911 call that must have been made. They’d hear her sweet voice and Little Red would know it was her from the first recorded word out of her mouth. He’d been sniffing after Avery the last six months, only my warning to him that I wouldn’t let her be drawn into the Gypsies forcing him to back off.
Hell, if I was okay with Avery being a biker’s old lady, she would be mine.
Approaching her house, I rubbed at my eyes and tried not to think of her that way. I was here to offer her a ride out of town and enough money to start her life someplace new. Someplace without me or any of the baggage I came with.
Seeing the lights on in her house at one in the morning, I stashed a bag I had carried with me then settled beneath the branches of a dying peach tree that ran along the border between her yard and the next one over. I hoped like hell there wasn’t a dog in either house that would start barking and alert the whole neighborhood to my presence. I needed to talk to Avery tonight. We needed to get out of Thunder Valley before the sun came up. Both our lives depended on it.
Knotting one hand in my hair, I watched Avery clean the kitchen and wondered if I could convince her to leave with me. It’s not like we were friends even though we’d lived in the same small town our entire lives and been only one grade apart. I hadn’t noticed her until high school and who knows if she noticed me back then or now beyond what beer to bring me at Freya’s or how I liked my eggs at the diner. She probably had no clue that I only ate at that dive or drank at the bar when I knew it was her shift.
Then again, maybe she did and the quiet way she had about her was a mask for the disdain she felt about the Gypsies and, by extension, the disdain she felt for me. I couldn’t blame her. The MC wasn’t started as an outlaw club, but it had devolved to a group of one-percenters who hadn’t found a crime they weren’t willing to commit. That had happened slowly as Big Red moved up through the ranks to become the secretary-treasurer first and then the vice-president while my dad was still a free man.
As best as I could piece together, he roped in a few Gypsies for protection runs -- legitimate goods at first, but no one realized Big Red had put the squeeze on the companies, threatening the shipments with breakdowns and beat downs on their routes if they didn’t pay up. Then it was moving stolen goods, then drugs and guns.
I started to pace beneath the tree, grateful for the branches’ dark shadows that sheltered me from the moonlight. I didn’t need to spend the pre-dawn hours ruminating how my family’s life had spiraled into hell because of Big Red or how, knowing what a piece of shit the man was, I had nevertheless become a full-patch member of the Gypsies to keep protection on my brother and dad in prison. I just needed to acknowledge that these were issues I’d have to get past with Avery if I wanted her to trust me or believe I could keep her safe long enough for her to start over.
An extra body in the kitchen distracted me from my thoughts. I looked over to find that Avery’s dad, Joe, had joined her. Not to help her clean -- that would be too much work for the old bastard. By the unsteady gait, I figured he was there to grab another beer from the refrigerator. I checked the time on the big wall clock behind his head to see that less than fifteen minutes had passed since Avery took a cold one to him.
Reaching into the refrigerator, Joe pulled out a beer, popping the tab and slamming half the contents down his throat before the door finished closing. Turning, he leaned against the refrigerator. All his weight seemed to rest against the
I just knew that, if there was an angel in Thunder Valley looking out for me, she had red hair and sky blue eyes.
And I couldn’t leave her to face the wrath of the Gypsies once they managed to get a copy of the 911 call that must have been made. They’d hear her sweet voice and Little Red would know it was her from the first recorded word out of her mouth. He’d been sniffing after Avery the last six months, only my warning to him that I wouldn’t let her be drawn into the Gypsies forcing him to back off.
Hell, if I was okay with Avery being a biker’s old lady, she would be mine.
Approaching her house, I rubbed at my eyes and tried not to think of her that way. I was here to offer her a ride out of town and enough money to start her life someplace new. Someplace without me or any of the baggage I came with.
Seeing the lights on in her house at one in the morning, I stashed a bag I had carried with me then settled beneath the branches of a dying peach tree that ran along the border between her yard and the next one over. I hoped like hell there wasn’t a dog in either house that would start barking and alert the whole neighborhood to my presence. I needed to talk to Avery tonight. We needed to get out of Thunder Valley before the sun came up. Both our lives depended on it.
Knotting one hand in my hair, I watched Avery clean the kitchen and wondered if I could convince her to leave with me. It’s not like we were friends even though we’d lived in the same small town our entire lives and been only one grade apart. I hadn’t noticed her until high school and who knows if she noticed me back then or now beyond what beer to bring me at Freya’s or how I liked my eggs at the diner. She probably had no clue that I only ate at that dive or drank at the bar when I knew it was her shift.
Then again, maybe she did and the quiet way she had about her was a mask for the disdain she felt about the Gypsies and, by extension, the disdain she felt for me. I couldn’t blame her. The MC wasn’t started as an outlaw club, but it had devolved to a group of one-percenters who hadn’t found a crime they weren’t willing to commit. That had happened slowly as Big Red moved up through the ranks to become the secretary-treasurer first and then the vice-president while my dad was still a free man.
As best as I could piece together, he roped in a few Gypsies for protection runs -- legitimate goods at first, but no one realized Big Red had put the squeeze on the companies, threatening the shipments with breakdowns and beat downs on their routes if they didn’t pay up. Then it was moving stolen goods, then drugs and guns.
I started to pace beneath the tree, grateful for the branches’ dark shadows that sheltered me from the moonlight. I didn’t need to spend the pre-dawn hours ruminating how my family’s life had spiraled into hell because of Big Red or how, knowing what a piece of shit the man was, I had nevertheless become a full-patch member of the Gypsies to keep protection on my brother and dad in prison. I just needed to acknowledge that these were issues I’d have to get past with Avery if I wanted her to trust me or believe I could keep her safe long enough for her to start over.
An extra body in the kitchen distracted me from my thoughts. I looked over to find that Avery’s dad, Joe, had joined her. Not to help her clean -- that would be too much work for the old bastard. By the unsteady gait, I figured he was there to grab another beer from the refrigerator. I checked the time on the big wall clock behind his head to see that less than fifteen minutes had passed since Avery took a cold one to him.
Reaching into the refrigerator, Joe pulled out a beer, popping the tab and slamming half the contents down his throat before the door finished closing. Turning, he leaned against the refrigerator. All his weight seemed to rest against the
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