Free Highway to Heaven by Harley McRide Page B

girls were being held captive
and he’d volunteered to go in and set up base while the others were
on lookout and manning the cameras. With a little more effort than
necessary, he kicked the bike to life and roared down the dusty
road without looking back. Dammit! Why the fuck did she have to
look so hurt when he’d confronted her? And how was he too stupid to
see that he’d hurt her before she fucked Raven? Life wasn’t
supposed to have these complications. They rode. They drank. They
fucked. And when shit got hot, they fought. There wasn’t room for
emotional bullshit. Yet, jealousy ran so thick he saw green. Is
that how she’d felt when she walked in with him balls deep in that
tramp? Hell, he hadn’t even been interested in the bitch. Colt had
been going on and on about nailing her so he was just along for the
damn ride. Maybe it was time they parted ways. Colt obviously
didn’t think of Heaven the way he did, and he sure in the fuck
didn’t see Sahara the way Colt did. To him, she was a trampy
stripper who’d been beat out one too many times and was a last
resort kind of fuck. Heaven—she was different. The little hell cat
wasn’t innocent by any means of the word. She’d had her fun at the
parties, but instead of taking any cock shoved at her, she’d fucked
who she wanted, how she wanted.
    The sweat ran down his back, making him
sticky and feeling dirtier than he already was in the dusty dry
heat. “Fuck,” he grumbled under the roar of his bike. Between the
heat and his thoughts, he prayed he’d see Reyes himself and get a
chance to beat the son-of-a-bitch to death. He needed a fight, and
focused his energy to the time they’d get the chance. Oh, yeah.
Those motherfuckers were gonna wish they were never born. Never
fuck with a kid. More importantly, never fuck with a Savage
kid.
    *****
    Heaven walked in to the room three doors down
from hers and stared in awe. Computer monitors and laptops with
cords and devices attached spread out through the entire place. The
beds had been removed and all of the desks out of the other rooms
had been brought in and a control center complex enough to run NASA
had been set up. With the military background a lot of the Savages
and Ops had, their Intel capabilities were above impressive. The
government couldn’t hold a candle to this group. “Hey. Please tell
me this isn’t a Dungeons and Dragons tournament I’m walking into
because I’ve never been a computer game geek.”
    “It looks like something you’d see in a forty
something fat ass’s room in the basement of his momma’s house,
huh?” Shady laughed.
    “Yeah, but I’m thinking these guys can hack
into the pentagon if they wanted to,” Abi added.
    “Thinking? Shit girl, we have ,”
Slider, one of the Ops, laughed. Fork cleared his throat and he
shut up but the comment didn’t go unnoticed. The girls all shared a
glance and their eyes went wide.
    “You think you can hack into my bank account?
It could use a little love,” Heaven laughed.
    “Why?” a familiar voice said through the
doorway. She turned and her face turned red. Shark’s eyebrow was
arched and he held an expression she couldn’t tell was anger or
protective.
    “I’m just tired of barely getting by, that’s
all,” she said quietly. The room went silent—all of the other
conversations coming to a halt.
    “Don’t the Savages take care of you?” Okay,
so it was a mix of both. He took a few steps toward her, shooting a
dirty look to Tonto who stood in the corner. He, of course, turned
and stared at her, waiting for her answer.
    She felt her throat constrict. “Of course. I
have food, a roof. I’m just saying it’d be nice to have money to
spend, that’s all.” Heaven waved her hand to dismiss the subject,
but Shark wouldn’t let it lie.
    “Do you work for the club?” he asked,
pressing on.
    She knew this wasn’t going to get any better
if he kept interrogating her in front of everyone so she went to
plan B. “Yeah. I