Free Undercover MC by Olivia Ruin Page A

pursuit. We are heading south from town.” I had closed some distance to Nightshade, but I cursed as Jed cut off onto an intersecting road that I had forgotten was there. I nearly missed the turn and narrowly avoided crashing into the ditch, burning valuable speed as Jed’s faster acceleration tore him out away from me.
    “Copy that. Do you have any idea where he’s headed? I am rerouting all of the units on the north, west and east sides of town towards your location. You had better be right about this.”
    I almost had to laugh. “Considering I just told the man that all of his friends were likely about to die? I don’t think he’s on a pleasure cruise.”
    “Keep me posted.”
    I concentrated on my driving, and cursed the fact that my cover necessitated driving such a pile of scrap. Against Jed’s custom bike I didn’t stand a chance, and he was steadily gaining. I lost him for long moments at a time whenever he made a turn and disappeared around a corner. He kept working his way south, though, and the terrain kept getting more and more hilly.
    “Ah, for fuck’s sake.” I said.
    “What is it, Leslie?”
    “I think I lost him. I don’t see his tail light anywhere. Unless he went completely dark on me, which would be nuts in these hills but I wouldn’t put it past him.”
    “Goddamn it. Don’t you dare lose him.”
    It’s these fucking hills. It’s so flat around town, but here there is any number of places to hide. Wait, I’ve been down here before! I recognized this turn. The last time I had made it had been while clinging to Jed’s back and delirious with pleasure, but there was no mistaking it.
    “I know where he’s going, sir!” I shouted. “There’s an unmarked road in the hills down here that heads up onto the lookout over town. I was wondering how there was a road in the middle of a blank spot on the maps, and now I know why. The club must have paved it themselves, to serve as a drop off point. I’m on my way there!”
    Silence.
    “Sir?” I grabbed my phone. Dead. “Fuck!”
    How much had he heard? Was I now marching into a trap while my reinforcements wandered through the hills, unable to find and rescue me?
    Not having driven these roads myself, I had to slow to a crawl to puzzle out where I had to go in order to make it up to where I knew the hidden road was. I took a stab at a crossroad, and almost turned around until I noticed a suspiciously wide chunk of underbrush cleared away from the side of the road.
    I directed my car off the road and soon found a newly paved surface leading up. Not wanting to attract any more attention than I had to, I turned off my headlights and start to drive up, foot by foot, with my window cranked down so that I could listen carefully.
    I was no more than halfway up the side before I heard gunshots burst forth above me, towards the summit of the big hill. “Fuck it,” I muttered, as I switched the lights back on and gunned it up the switch-backing road.
    It sounded like a war going on, and I paused before I drove right into the middle of it. I saw the club members, most hiding behind their bikes or a couple of big Mack trucks to the side of a large clearing, and some leather-clad bodies sprawled out in the dirt. There seemed to be enemies in the hills across an arc of almost a hundred and twenty degrees. There were far too many muzzle flashes to count, but there were easily three times as many men in the hills than there were bikers.
    Not twenty feet in front of me, I saw Jed crouched behind Nightshade, unable to get to the group of bikers and what little protection they could have offered. He was alone but fired valiantly out into the night. I cried out as I saw him take a hit and go down awkwardly, clutching his side. “Jed!”
    I had sat there on the edge of the battlefield with my lights blazing for too long. Shots rang against the rusty metal all around me and one of my headlights went out. I screamed as I put the pedal to the floor one last