Free Ignition (BBW Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) by Ashlee Beaunoir Page A

Canada or the cool
cervezas in Mexico.  Ladies’ choice.”
         “But
all my stuff is back there.  I left my purse there.  I need that stuff back,”
Olivia wheedled.
         Victor
replied, “No you don’t.  You’re better off without it.  We’ll get you new ID. 
Reinvent yourself.  Be creative, honey.  Who do you want to be?”
         “I
don’t know…” she mindlessly responded.  Her frantic mind grasped at reason. 
“How did they find us?”
         Victor
nodded to himself at an exit and sharply banked towards it.  He was going to
take some less travelled back roads to get out of sight and clear his head for
a bit.  He needed to carefully think of his next move.  “I don’t know Ollie. 
But they zeroed in on your house.  They tracked me to you somehow.  Which gets
me to thinking.  What of yours do you have with you now?”
         Olivia
glanced at the phone hidden and tucked underneath her hand.  “Just my phone,”
she said.
         “Is it on
or off?” Victor asked.
         “On,”
she replied.
         “Normal
settings?”
         Olivia
replied, her voice sounding pretty unhappy, “Yeah, I think so.  I don’t know.”
         “Can I
see it for a minute?’ Victor asked.
         “Sure,
hon.”
         She
handed him the phone with some reservation.  Victor rolled down the window, and
tossed the phone out of his car onto the highway.
         “Hey! 
Why did you do that?” she yelled at him.
         “They
could have tracked us with your phone.  Perhaps that’s how they put me and you
together so quickly in the first place.  I don’t know yet.  We’re lucky they
haven’t caught us already,” he answered.
         Olivia
called him out on what she thought was hypocrisy and irrationality.  “They
could have tracked us with the phone you stole from that club leader.  I’ve
seen you going through it, looking for your next intended victim. So don’t say
it was my fault.”
         “I’m
not putting blame on anyone, Livvie.  But I put this guy’s phone on airplane
mode back at that house we torched, so they couldn’t track us with that.”
     
        
Olivia’s face came up empty.  She had no idea what he was talking about. 
Victor read her blank expression and explained further.
         “On
airplane mode, there is no connectivity.  No Wi-fi, no internet.  The phone
can’t be tracked.  It’s silent.  But I can still see the info he stored on that
phone.”
         “Oh.” 
Olivia’s shoulders fell as she realized that her lack of technological
understanding probably led the law enforcement right to them.  She remembered
reading the text she got from Victor as she hid in the van.  It travelled with
her right to the rival MC gang’s house, silently alerting her of more texts
sent to her from her friends.
     
         “We’re
probably going to have to get rid of the van as well.  The switched plates
aren’t going to fool people for long.  They’re probably out looking for the
make and model of what I’m driving right now,” he said.
         “How do
you think they figured that out?” she asked.
        
“Perhaps the tire treads on the van back at the clubhouse.  I had to drive in
some mud, and probably left some behind.  It’s an old beater of a van.  Not
many of them around anymore.  I was going to torch it and ride off on the
motorcycle in the back, but then you happened.”
         “So why
didn’t you just torch the van and we both leave on the bike?”
         Victor
pointed to her head.  “No extra helmet,” he said.  “I had nothing that would
fit you.  Safety first, dearest heart.”
         Even
though he said it offhandedly, and mostly for explanatory purposes, she melted
a little at his last two spoken words to her.  No one had ever used such terms
of endearment before with her.
     
         Victor
continued further.  “So if I were to guess, they put