Free Outlaw: Screaming Eagles MC by Kara Parker Page B

gonna go for a ride,” Falcon said standing up. He was at the center of a table filled with his fellow bikers and they all made disappointed noises as he stood.
     
    “Where’re you going, Falcon?”
     
    “When you coming back?”
     
    This sudden surge in popularity was strange to Falcon. He had been a member of the gang since he was fourteen when they would remind him that his record turned clean when he hit eighteen. But he had always been a foot soldier, a nameless face ordered to go here or do that. But now people were looking at him, turning to him with questions and seeking him out for advice. He had survived two run-ins with the cops and some were starting to think it wasn't luck or trickery that had saved him, but skill.
     
    They were wrong, but Falcon wasn’t interested in correcting them. For the first time he didn’t care about the gang or what its members thought. For the first time he wasn't trying to get noticed or looking for advancement, so it made sense that the second he stopped looking for it, it suddenly appeared.
     
    But he was supposed to meet Grace. Beautiful tall Grace who lived to put the scum around him behind bars. Grace who had changed everything, Grace who had given him an out. He would rather be with her, whether they were planning a raid, or planning to screw, he didn't care. As long as she and her intelligent green eyes were there, so was Falcon.
     
    “I’m not going anywhere, just gonna drive around. I’ll be back whenever,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and to his surprise everyone nodded. His status had changed in the gang in some imperceptible way. But he knew he couldn’t allow himself to get cocky. The other foot soldiers might have gained some respect for him, but the boss was another story.
     
    Falcon had to resist the urge to whistle and spin his keys around as he walked towards his bike. He wasn’t allowed to look happy; he needed to look angry and upset and worried and so a scowl crossed his features as he slipped his helmet over his head and got on his bike.
     
    He was less than a mile away when he noticed the tail. He wasn't sure whom it was, but they were trying to keep a distance. The problem with motorcycles is how noticeable they were. A car was better for a tail. So what were the bosses thinking? Were they just curious where Falcon was going, or were they still trying to watch him at all times? Did they still not trust him?
     
    Either way, he was in no mood for that shit. Falcon revved his engine and sped up, he took the first exit off the highway that he could and made the first left and then the first right, which brought him to a wide-open park. He drove through the park, letting the trees and the bubbling noises of the streams absorb the sound of his motorcycle.  He got to a wooden bridge and waited. He was pretty sure he lost the tail on the highway, but waited to be sure. From up here he had a wide view of the park and he scanned the various roads and paths, but he neither saw, nor heard any other bikes.
     
    Good , he thought as he sped away down the lane and exited the park on the other side. He kept his eyes on his rear-view mirror looking for tails, but he didn’t see any.
     
    He made it to the rendezvous point early and waited in the parking lot for the beach. Grace arrived ten minutes later and pulled her car, a black SUV, up next to Falcon.
     
    “What are you doing I said same place. That means the shack, not the parking lot.”
     
    “Get on,” Falcon said, nodding to the back of his bike.
     
    “What?” Grace demanded from her car. She had rolled down her window, but the engine was still on and she was giving him an annoyed look from her driver’s seat.
     
    “I said get on. Get on the back of the bike with me, or I’m not saying another word.”
     
    “That’ insane-” she started, but Falcon cut her off.
     
    “You can bring your gun and your badge and your phone, anything you want, but you're driving with