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

two and two together. 
They used the tread and the info from your phone, which they can use to
identify both to the clubhouse and pinpoint the time when we were there.  Going
to the gas station on the way home was probably another giveaway.  They have us
on camera near the location, with the van.”
         Olivia
supported his theory weakly, “And I went in.  I bought a lotto ticket….”
         “Well,
the camera in the store probably had better resolution.  So they got a good
recording of you being there.  But that doesn’t matter now.  What’s done is
done.  What we need to do soon, is start unloading this van.”
     
         They
both drove in unsettled silence while Victor picked his brain for another
abandoned area.  He found a rundown barn in the middle of an abandoned
farmhouse and drove up to it.  He got out of the car and undid the latch that
held the barn entrance closed.  Swinging open the large wooden doors, he used
some large nearby rocks to keep them propped open.  He walked over to the side
of the van and slid the door open.  He grunted as he carefully dropped and
wheeled the heavy bike out onto the long grass of the small hill leading up to
the barn.  Victor spent a few minutes in the back, rummaging around and
stuffing things into two large black duffel bags.  He got out and placed both
of those beside the bike, where they landed in the soft earth with a dull
thud.  Olivia sat motionless in the passenger’s seat and stared at him,
watching him work in solemn concentration.  She saw him move back into the van,
picking up items and strapping them to his body.  Over top, he strapped on a
dark jacket.  He tossed a matching flak jacket up to her.
     
         “Here
Liv’s, put this on, please.”
     
         She put
the jacket around her body and strapped it on.  It was heavy, and weighed her
down.  Victor grabbed two bike helmets nestled under the blanket she brought
with her to hide in the van.  Both were black and shined in the sunlight.  He
held one up to her.
     
         “This
one is yours,” he gestured. “I managed to find the time to get one for you.”  He
walked over to the bike and set the pair of them beside the duffel bags.  Then
he got back into the van.  They drove up the hill into the barn that was
falling apart on all sides.  Once the van was inside, Victor got out again.  He
went to the gas cans that he left in the back of the van.  They both went to
work, emptying the rest of the contents in the gas cans on the vehicle.  Victor
took the gun with the silencer and blasted the front part of the dash to
obliterate the VIN number, just to be sure.  He didn’t know whether they had
doused the vehicle with enough accelerant to make sure it would be thoroughly
torched.  And he didn’t want any of his recent activities leading back to
Lucifer’s Breed.  But he figured there was enough loose dry old straw in the
barn to help feed the flames.  He tossed the lighter in the air at her, letting
her ignite it.  It was tradition now.  With a hungry stare, she flicked the lit
flame to a soaked tire and watched as it blew up in a plume of orange flame. 
Beautiful.  She backed off slowly and watched as the van rapidly engulfed in a
spreading plague of fire.
     
         Victor
grabbed her hand and led her away.  “Come on, Liv, we gotta go.”
     
         They
jogged away from the barn to the bike before the fire spread to the rest of the
building.  Victor helped lift one duffel bag onto Olivia’s back and assisted
her with putting her helmet on.  Victor then strapped his helmet on and placed
the second duffel bag around his shoulders, with the stolen money, extra guns
and ammo cushioning his stomach.  As they pulled away, Olivia glimpsed behind
her to where she started to see the first flames reach the building, licking
the wooden slats of the old barn.
     
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         They
rode for miles and miles, clear out of town where they