Free Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas Page A

watch he put up as collateral with the money he did have on hand. Reiken shrugged. “Fair enough.”
     
    The lady bikers conferred privately while The Devil’s Sons waited impatiently for them to pick their rider. When Reiken turned back, she had a smile on her face that made Sam uncomfortable. “We’re down for a race,” she said. “But, not against you. Woman to woman, and it looks like that only leaves you with one potential rider.”
     
    Her glittering green eyes slid to Kaleidoscope. The flame-haired Frenchwoman bared her teeth, and Reiken grinned, whistling low.
     
    “I’ve got this, Sam,” said Kaleidoscope, as she strutted out to check her bike while Quentin, Brick, and Sam shared looks. Kaleidoscope was good, but a gamble.
     
    “This isn’t what we originally agreed to,” Sam countered. “I race or no one races, and we still don’t leave until GeeGee comes with us.”
     
    “Well, lock up for us boys, and I hope you don’t get lonely waiting. Cause we’re riding out in a few,” Reiken chuckled.
     
    Kaleidoscope stood back, pissed as a rattlesnake that Sam would publicly question her ability to win. She pointed her pistol in the air and fired off an explosive round that thundered through the quiet night, drawing everyone’s attention. Sam flinched and scowled at her. “I said I’ve got this, Sam,” she reiterated.
     
    Reiken replied, “Ooh, I like a lady who speaks her mind.” She sauntered past Sam, leaving the boys to stare in disbelief as Kaleidoscope took control of the situation.
     
    The start and finish lines were quietly and quickly negotiated, Sam and Reiken haggling for the advantage. Sam knew Kaleidoscope’s bike could handle speed if given enough distance to kick into high gear, but Reiken wanted a short race. It was finally decided by a coin toss.
     
    Quentin threw a quarter in the air. When he looked down, he shook his head and swore. “It’s in Rei’s favor.”
     
    Sam bristled, but let it ride. He pulled aside Kaleidoscope to give her some pointers, but before he could open his mouth, she jabbed his in his chest. “No, you listen to me. Don’t you ever put me out like that again! You made me look like shit, Sam!”
     
    “I’m sorry, but I’ve raced against her before, and she’s really good, Kalei. This isn’t about you. This is about Tokyo.”
     
    She grinned and nodded. “Baby, it’s always about winning, no matter what else it’s about.”
     
    She moved to the starting line on her Indian Chief Classic. It was fire engine red, the same shade as her hair. It was sleek and sexy with chrome innards. On her bike, Kaleidoscope was in charge. One thing about being a part of an otherwise male biker club was that they always underestimated her. It was time to prove herself once and for all.
     
    The rest of the Widow Makers and the gang with The Devil’s Sons spread out along the roadside in front of the compound. It was a hideaway, and there wasn’t much traffic on the road. It was the perfect place for a race.
     
    Quentin held the pistol up in the air and counted down the start, and when the blast fired, the motorcycles shot off like meteors from God’s slingshot, leaving the ripe smell of burnt rubber in their wake. There was a point where Kaleidoscope lagged far behind the seasoned racer, but they had to get to the finish line and back. That was where the red haired fighter met her stride.  Sam let out a yelp of encouragement, Brick and Quentin yelling for her to keep at it, even as Reiken counter-steered and tried to run her off the road.
     
    Kaleidoscope’s bike was made for stability more so than speed. There was no unseating Kaleidoscope. In a blur, both bikes rushed past the finish line, but The Devil’s Sons mistress was in first place. She cut her wheel to the side and easily coasted to a halt next to the boys.
     
    “Now, what was that about her being really good and all that caca?” she asked, smiling.
     
    “Fuck!” GeeGee