Free 4 Horsemen Novella! Kayla's Ride (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde Page A

reason. He will want to look me in the eyes first.”
    I shivered, the fear crawling up my spine like a spider.
    “Why not bring the others?" I asked.
    “We have a traitor in the MC. Somebody tipped the Kings off about the feds on the dock.”
    “You said you work with the feds, why would someone do that?”
    “Nobody knows exactly what the club is doing outside of the Four. It has to be one of the prospects…”
    My thoughts returned to the men in the parking lot, the guns and the knife, the way the largest of them had grabbed me so effortlessly and with such menace. Someone in the club made that happen…
    “But why, Mark? Why now?” I asked.
    "You reap what you sow. Tyrone is right, we’ve planted some rotten crops.”
    "I'm with you. To the end Mark."
    "To the end.”
    “Lets ride,” I said.
    In no time at all we were back on the road, the 4 Horsemen slipping off into the night as the miles ticked away under the bike. The rest of the men would follow in the morning, cleaning up the mess if necessary…
    The night gave way to the dawn as the bike hurtled along the highway. It wasn't long before we veered off through the city, the beaten path, past homes not yet awake. The world seeming like a brighter place today, almost as if all the dark things that had come to pass were nothing but dreams with no meaning. Somewhere deep inside, I could feel the rising just the same. Every mile brought us closer, and it wasn't long before I realized we had arrived… The buildings face looked like an old theater, with the ticket booth turned into a guard station. Famine stopped the bike up the street, stepping off and drawing a gun from his hip. The other horsemen followed.
    “It’s going to be ok…” Penny whispered in my ear, following us. She pressed something into my hand. I looked down to see the revolver, gleaming.
    “Ever shoot one of these?”
    “No…” I said, still moving.
    “Point, pull the trigger. You’ve got six shots, no safety. Pray you never have to use it.”
    "He's waiting for us." Famine said, motioning to the guard sitting back in the chair inside the ticket booth. An unmoving arm stretched out from the window, beckoning. As we came a bit closer, it became apparent the arm wasn’t moving… Blood was spattered along the inside of the glass room, someone had shot him straight through the side window.
    “What the fuck is going on?” Conquest asked, looking over at the door to the building. It was open slightly, darkness inside.
    A second guard fared no better on the inside room, laid flat on the floor. A large sliding metal door blocked our path. The doors slid open as if on cue, their huge mass shifting. Just as suddenly, they stopped moving, the opening barely large enough for a man Famine’s size to squeeze though, and certainly not wide enough for War.
    "End of the line..." Conquest said, squeezing himself through the opening without a second thought. The doors didn’t move, nor did they as Penny pressed her way after him. Famine stepped up to the door, turning to War. “Guard the front. Death, you take the back. Nobody gets out of here.” His muscles flexed under his clothing, skin bathed in the light of the rising sun spilling through the front windows. My legs ached as I stepped in front of him, moving through the door. Every ounce of my being wanted to run. I wanted to get back onto the bike and never look back, find a new life, a new home. Watching Mark pass through the opening behind me was a gut wrenching experience. I half expected the doors to slam closed around him. He pressed up against the metal, sliding sideways between them. As soon as we were in, the thick doors slammed shut behind us.
    “No going back…” I said quietly, reaching out to put my hand on the inside of the doors.
    “Then let’s go forward.” Mark said, spinning me into his arms. His lips were on mine swiftly, drawing me in for the most passionate kiss of my life. Our mouths locked and tongues fenced for