Hard Roads (3 page)

“Yeah, well, I don’t remember hearing that the Joker was a grandfather. It’s good to see you … Holly … I’m surprised you don’t remember me.”

Chapter Three

~ JD ~

Holy fuck this girl had a rack on her. As soon as I walked up, the only thing my eyes could focus on were the set of tits sitting proud and naked under the hot Arizona sun. She stared me down as I approached. When I stopped, I was barely able to pull my attention away from them to see the color of her eyes. Fucking silver-grey, almost colorless in how light they were. Dark hair tumbled down from her head and over her shoulders and her body curved in all the right places.

“Well, Holly. Do you?”

She squinted in my direction as if she was trying to recognize me. I knew she wouldn’t, that she was ten years younger than me and wouldn’t remember pestering the 12 year old son of her dad’s former business partner.

I was so focused on her face that I barely understood the words Scooter was speaking when he turned around to talk.

“What the fuck you doing on my bike, JD? I’ll take the bitch back. She was wanting to fuck me anyway.” He turned back to her. “Right, baby?”

“Nah, man. You’ll be riding your shit back home. Why else would you have to pull over to wait for someone to meet you, dipshit?” He looked back at me again. I was staring the motherfucker down and neither of us thought to keep an eye on Joker’s daughter. Turned out that was a bad idea on Scooter’s part.

The tire iron connected with the side of his head and I swear I saw his jaw shift to the left from the force of the blow. He dropped within seconds. Holly took off on foot, running as fast as she fucking could in the opposite direction with what looked like a shirt in one hand and the tire iron in the other.

“Fuck.”

I didn’t give a shit that Scooter was laying on the ground, probably losing grey matter through the new crack in his thick skull. It was his dumb ass fault for not keeping an eye on the bitch. She was a daughter raised in a club. There was no way that she wouldn’t defend herself. The fact that the iron was even left where she could reach it showed that Scooter had been hit in the head one too many times in the past. The asshole was a complete fucking liability. Why he was picked for this particular task, I didn’t understand.

Pounding sand behind her, I caught up to her after about a half mile. By the time I tackled the bitch to the ground, I was huffing heavily above her trying to catch my breath before dragging her back to the car. Finally able to breath normally, I half laughed, half growled when I said, “You’re going to pay for that, you know? Ladies can’t just go around hitting men with tire irons and getting away with it.”

She scowled up at me and I laughed. My hand came down on her right arm and squeezed her wrist until she dropped the tire iron.

“Fuck you, asshole. First off, I ain’t no fucking lady and second, you can kill me right here and fucking now because I am NOT getting in the middle of any of your club shit. Whatever debt you have is with my father and I’m not making the fucking payment.”

Laughing again, I pinned her to the unpaved road, sure that the pebbles beneath her back couldn’t be comfortable pressed up against her skin. “Now, if I killed you, wouldn’t that be the same as making payment? I’m sure your daddy wouldn’t be too keen on losing your beautiful ass.”

An odd expression flashed across her face before she smiled a sweet smile. “You’d think so, but my
daddy
wouldn’t give a fuck. He’d be more upset about losing his brothers over me. So I’d rather die right here than get fucked by Scooter or your ugly ass!”

I stared at her long and hard, waiting for the stubborn little scowl to leave her pretty face. After several minutes, it was still plastered across her expression and I blew out a frustrated breath. “Listen. I’m gonna let you up. I’m even gonna let you put your shirt back on to cover up those perfect tits of yours. After that, you’re gonna show me how thankful you are for my kindness by walking your little ass to the car and climbing into the backseat. Ain’t nobody gonna fuck you right now.” I chuckled thinking about what she’d just done. “Besides, I doubt Scooter is conscious enough to get it up. You whacked him something decent. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout leaving him laid out right there on the road so he can think about where his stupidity has left him.”

She blinked and her eyes flashed like silver crystal beneath the bright glare of the sun.

“You hear me, beautiful?”

Finally, she nodded, acceptance slipping behind her almost colorless eyes. “Yeah, I hear ya.”

Nodding once, I pushed up to remove my weight from her. Before completely letting her go, I reminded her, “Now remember, munchkin’, I run faster than you and I’m gonna be real mad if I have to chase you down again. I ain’t in no mood to be runnin’ this mornin’, you got me?”

“I ain’t no munchkin.”

I laughed at her words before laughing again at her reaction to my laughter. “Well, you are to me, little one, so we’ll save that argument for later.”

She didn’t respond and she didn’t need to. I knew she was smart enough not to fight against us again. I wasn’t planning on fucking the girl out here on a public road and I wouldn’t let Scooter get his dick wet either. But I wasn’t against knocking a bitch out if she was giving me problems. I didn’t like to hit women, but this was business and ordinary rules disappear when you fuck with the MC.

After pushing up off the ground, I dusted off my jeans and watched her as she pushed herself up onto her feet. She held the shirt over her chest and I noticed how her eyes flicked down to the tire iron in my hand. “Don’t be gettin’ any ideas, Munch. You ain’t gonna get this outta my hand any time soon. So, be a good girl, put on your shirt and we’ll be heading out of here all peaceful-like, got me?”

Rolling her eyes, she slipped the top over her head. I won’t lie and claim to have been a gentleman at the moment either. When tits as perfect as those are flashed in your face, a man can’t help but look. They were perfectly fuckin’ round, the swells creating a beautiful frame for the half-dollar size, light pink nipples. My mouth watered, but I breathed in to force back the lust flooding my system. By the time she’d zipped herself into what might be able to be considered a shirt, I’d imagined her bent over the seat of my bike, up against a wall and laid out on my bed with her ankles covering up the small gold hoops she wore in her ears.

“Well, good. I’m pleased to see we’re understanding each other now. I won’t hold your earlier rebellion against you.” I smiled. She frowned. This was going to be a hell of a long trip back home.

Grabbing her by the elbow, I squeezed when she tried to flinch away. “Don’t think I’m letting you walk by yourself, Munch. I know better than to trust your ass. I’d like for this to go as smoothly as possible.”

Her feet moved in time with mine when she asked, “What’s going on, exactly? If I’m going to die anyway, might as well get it over with now. Leave my body to be found by the club. They’ll get the message.”

Laughter bubbled out of me. “Just a minute ago, you were fighting for your life and now you’re practically begging me to off you. What the fuck, babe? I thought you had more spirit than that.”

She frowned up at me before directing her gorgeous eyes back in the direction of the car we were walking towards. “I know better than to get taken in by a club. I’m much more into a quick death than whatever torture you motherfuckers can come up with.”

“Yet, you’re walking with me anyway. Seems to me, you’re not as quick to ask for death as you say you are.”

“Whatever, asshole. I suspect you’re going to do with me what you want. Ain’t nothing I can do at the moment, now is there?”

“Nope. Not a damn thing.”

The rest of the walk was quiet, neither of us having much to say to the other. I didn’t like having to take the bitch, but my Prez, better known as Big John, thought this little beauty would be good incentive for Joker to pay back his debts. Thing is, when you borrow from another club, it’s always a good idea to stick to the payment plan. From what I’d heard, Joker had been getting himself into shit with several of our chapters and Holly here was going to be our way of keeping his old ass in check. Ever since he lost his old lady, the man was acting like death was no big thing. Offing him wouldn’t pay back our losses, but Holly would probably fetch his attention.

Finally reaching the piece of shit car I’d be driving for the next 50 miles, I pulled on the handle, opening the door and shoved her small ass inside. Before shutting the door, Scooter’s groan caught my attention and when I turned my head, Holly’s foot caught my face.

“Sonofabitch!” I caught myself when I fell back and spit out blood as I watched her tiny ass hoofing it down the road again. Damn if this girl wasn’t going to give up. I respected the shit out of her in that moment, even though I knew she wasn’t going to win. Dumb bitch had no idea who she was fucking with.

I was on my feet, my steps thundering beneath me when I caught up to her and tackled her ass to the ground again. She swung at me this time, her fist connecting with my temple, knocking the sunglasses off my face. “Goddammit!” I picked her up and slammed her little ass back onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of her and I hovered over her watching her gasp for air.

“Are we done here, bitch? Or do I need to slam you down a few more times?” I turned to spit again and noticed the blood that was still seeping into my mouth. A sharp pain shot through my jaw when I clenched my teeth and I wondered if the bitch knocked a tooth loose when she kicked me.

Her skin looked like it was turning blue, but finally she dragged in a large huff of air and laid her head down on the ground before closing her eyes.

A short burst of laughter broke free of my lips and I dropped the weight of my body on top of her while caging her in with my arms. “You don’t give up do you?”

She didn’t open her eyes to look at me or her mouth to respond.

“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way, I guess.” Pushing myself up, I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder to start back towards the car. She was slamming her fists into my back and kicking her legs out attempting to nail me in the face. Bending over, I picked up my shades with my free hand, slid them over my eyes and then slapped her as hard as I could on the backs of her legs. She yelped behind me and I laughed. “I think it’s ‘bout time you give up. You’re starting to piss me off.” Slapping her a few more times, I chuckled again when every cuss word a person could say fell from her lips. Hell, I think she even made a few new ones back there.

“Fuck you, dick!” Whack. “Asshole!” Whack. “Stop fucking hitting me, you no dick piece of shit!” Whack.

By the time I got back to the car, I was laughing so hard, tears were pouring from my eyes and I looked over to see that Scooter was finally peeling himself off the ground.

“Scooter, man, I threw some shit in your saddlebags. Do me a favor and go get it for me.”

He glared at me for a few seconds before finally walking his dusty ass over to his bike to grab the supplies I brought along for the job. I’d hoped like hell I wouldn’t need them, but this woman was too much to handle. After walking back in my direction, he threw the rope in my direction.

“Do me another favor, man. Hold the little bitch down so I can tie her ass up.” Holly started kicking harder, but Scooter took her from me with no problem. Within minutes I had her tied up on the ground.

“You’re a fucking no dick, piece of shit, prick who couldn’t fucking…”

Pulling the bandana from my head, I shoved it in her mouth and laughed when she screamed and tried to spit it out as I tied it on.

“Shit don’t taste good, does it? Can’t remember the last time I washed it.” Picking her up, I threw her in the backseat of the car, before taking the keys from Scooter.

“Ride back to the chapter house and let them know I’m headin’ home. I’m going to ditch the bitch’s car before I cross over the state line. They’re supposed to have a truck waiting for me. Make sure a message gets out to Big John that the package has been secured.”

Scooter nodded and I crammed myself into the driver’s seat, reaching down to grab the release handle and push it back. Fucking thing was so small, my knees were still pressed up into the dash, but I had no other choice.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I was met with a cold stare from the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen.

“Alright, Munch, looks like you and me are going to be getting some alone time.” Throwing the car into gear, I slammed on the gas pedal, throwing up a cloud of dust and rocks. I was on my way to my next stop.

Chapter Four

~ Holly ~

With the dark shades wrapped around his face, I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me or behind the car every time his head moved to look up into the rearview mirror. My wrists and ankles were on fire from the rope and my shoulder felt like it was about to pop out of the fucking socket from this uncomfortable as hell position. He hit a pothole and my body was thrown up and back down again as a groan escaped my lips.

“That sounded like it hurt, Munch. It’s a shame you have to travel this way because we’re going to be on the road a lot for the next couple of days. Your daddy earned you a one-way ticket to Washington. Seventy-two hours of just you and me.” He looked up into the rearview mirror and I could see his shoulders shake from the laugh he was attempting to hold back.

Seventy-two hours? What the fuck?
It should have been a twenty-four hour ride at most, but I couldn’t ask him about it with the sweaty bandana tied around my mouth.

“You’re kind of boring, you know that?”

Yeah, well, you kinda talk too much, fucktard.
Damn, it was probably a good thing the fucker had me gagged. I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t put a bullet in my head for all the negativity. Bikers would only take so much before shutting a bitch up. I’d seen it too many times in the club before. It was never a dull moment around those parts. Either a rival biker that stuck his nose into club business was getting shanked or a dumb club bitch was getting knocked around for not learning to keep her big mouth shut. Bitches would bleed too. There was nothing like alcohol to thin the blood.