ROUGHNECK: A DARK MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE Read Online Free Page B

doesn’t bother me.”
    The police car overtook us in a matter of seconds. Dirty had the cruise control set at a couple of miles per hour below the speed limit. Even he wasn’t reckless enough to drive outside the rules when there was ten thousand dollars’ worth of cocaine crammed into a duffle bag in the back seat.
    “See, there he goes. Nothin’ to worry about. He’s probably on his way to the donut shop. Doesn’t have time for us.”
    Gopher chuckled at the over-played joke.
    A chubbier guy of about thirty, Gopher was the type to fall in line and stay put. I wasn’t sure he had more than a couple of brain cells to rub together, and in my mind that made him almost as dangerous as Dirty. Guys like that were blindly loyal and didn’t do a lot of thinking before they acted. It’s probably the same thing my sister thinks about me.
    There was no more conversation during the rest of the ride. Some ultra-conservative talk show host blathered on and on about the war on drugs in America. The other guys didn’t catch the irony.
    I sat on the cloth bench seat playing with the nylon strap of the bag. Ten thousand dollars was a hell of a lot of money, and to hear Sly tell it, this was just the down payment on biggest deals for the future… When they pulled me in for some help on this job, I thought they were talking about a few hundred bucks worth of weed. Hell, I’d done that much on my own. Once the van showed up, I knew we were going to be dealing with something a little bigger.
    And that scared me more than it should have…
    “Alright. Let’s go,” barked Dirty.
    I hadn’t even realized we were back at the clubhouse.
    “No time to fuck around. The meeting goes down at six or it doesn’t go down at all. I want to get there before they do, so they can’t get the drop on us.”
    Dirty bailed out of the driver’s side door as Gopher slid his considerable girth across to the adjacent captain’s chair. He peered back at me with a ridiculously eager smile.
    “Let’s do this, Ace.”
    “Yeah. Ok.”
    Dirty had already fired up his Harley before I was all the way out of the van.
    “Let’s go dammit. The clock is running.”
    I jogged to my bike, hopped on, and kicked some life into her. The low rumble from the pipe helped me relax a little.
    I put her in gear and got on the throttle. A cloud of dust kicked up behind Dirty’s back wheel. I turned a wide arc out to the pavement to avoid it, then fell in line behind him on the highway.
    This is what it was all about for me. The ride. I could hammer the throttle and let the wind whip against my face. No worries about disappointing Addy, no hang-ups about the past. Just the road.
    It was a long haul out to Sheffield. Sly told us he didn’t want us making the drop anywhere around town where we might be recognized. He said if we kept our business outside the city nobody back here was gonna find out about it.
    Dirty had bitched on and on about how he didn’t think we needed to drive almost an hour to make the transaction, but I didn’t care. If it was up to me, we’d just keep on ridin’ forever.
    We left Gopher in our wake somewhere on the edge of North Herndon. It was all for the best. He knew where to meet us and for any reason if he got pulled over, it wouldn’t do any good to have a couple of riders wearing the most well-known patch in a thousand miles on the periphery.
    A few more miles under my tires and I finally came up on the truck stop Sly had mentioned. That’s where we were supposed to stop and get our shit together before meeting our buyers at the other address.
    I followed Dirty around to the rear of the sprawling building. Semi-trucks littered the front of the lot, but back here it was pretty quiet. For the most part it was long haul drivers taking their late afternoon snooze in the cab. There were a few family vehicles, too. Probably people on road trips to who knows where. Nothing to worry about though.
    I pulled up next to him and shut off the