Free Hell on Wheels (Four Horsemen MC Book 6) by Cynthia Rayne Page B

border to act as a guard. You can’t take the bikes across the border without lookin’ awful suspicious. And if it gets real hairy, I’ll call in a favor and fly your asses into the country.” Ace had been a pilot in the war and still had his license.
    “That’s a solid Plan B, brother,” Axel said. Having a backup plan made him feel better.
    “I’m joining the Suicide Squad, too,” Coyote said, raising his hand. He had poker-straight black hair that fell to his shoulders and bronzed skin. He was a full-blooded Comanche and their resident tech expert. What he lacked in a gun fight, he more than made up for in technical skills. Axel intended to ask him to help Charlie out, if the club agreed to it.
    Coyote had been recruited by both the CIA and NSA at one time but chose the Four Horsemen instead.
    He had a thing for all things nerd. He usually spent most of his time behind a keyboard, hacking. He gathered intel on their asshole cases, and poked around something called “the dark web”—which sounded like a spider thing to Axel, but what did he know?
     “No, man. You can sit this one out,” Axel stated.
    Coyote’s breath hissed from between his teeth. “Believe me, I want to, but none of you speak Spanish.”
    Oh, fuck. Axel hadn’t even thought about that. What if the drug dealers didn’t speak English? It wasn’t something he should chance.
    “Besides, I handled that Raptor thing fine,” Coyote continued, clenching his hands on imaginary handlebars. When the club had rescued Shep, Coyote had burst in the door on Duke’s chopper as a diversion. “I ran over a couple of them, and I kept it together. I figure I could expand my horizons.”
    “You mean you want to grow a pair?” Steele asked, slapping Coyote on the back then laughing.
    Yo scowled. “I have a pair. Big ones, too.” Then he frowned. “You mean balls, right?”
    Axel cleared his throat and laid it out for the man. “While it isn’t quite a suicide mission, it’s going to be rough.”
    “That was a figure of speech, man. And I always help my brothers,” Yo said with a nod.
    Steele clapped him on the back again and Coyote coughed.
    “Welcome to the team, brother,” Axel said sadly. He promised himself that he’d watch Coyote’s back. “If we see any action, you’re the getaway driver. I want you in the truck with the shipment.”
    “Deal.”
    “Out of curiosity, what did you mean by Suicide Squad?” Axel asked.
    Everyone groaned. Axel should have known better. Don’t feed the nerd.
    Yo smiled. “Comic books. This is a full-on Suicide Squad mission. Sadly, without Harley Quinn.”
    “What’s that about Harleys?” Steele asked.
     The two of them had a little Laurel and Hardy routine going, like those two old cranky guys on The Muppet Show . Coyote worked out of a back office in Inferno and they bullshitted every day. Normally, Axel found their back and forth mildly irritating, but he was grateful for the humor at a time like this.
    “No, dude, Harley Quinn. She’s a chick from the DC universe, you know, Joker’s main squeeze? I’m a Marvel man, but I make exceptions for hotties.”
    “She’s a fuckin’ cartoon?” Steele asked. “Only you’d get a hard-on for a doodle.”
    “Dude,” Coyote said, swatting Steele. “You don’t even know. I’ll show you a picture later on today…then you can apologize.”
    Axel held up a hand, bringing the light-heartedness to a close. “Thanks for taking on this burden.” He couldn’t help but be proud of his brothers. They’d stepped up to the plate and hadn’t left him hanging. He worked with some fine men. “Just to be safe, I’m inviting our lawyer down in the next couple days, in case anyone needs to update their wills.”
    Axel intended to leave his possessions to Ryker. He didn’t have a wife or children, but his brother had a solid shot at a picket fence with the kids and the dog.
    There was a long stretch of grim silence before Axel continued.
     “We