Free #LUCKY (The Empire Series Book 2) by Nicole Hite

bar stool, clutching her handbag.
    "Ready to go, Big Mike?" Sam rushed.
    "Let me tell Kyle we are headed out, and we will be good to go."
    "I'll be right here," she stood and crossed arms at her impatience.
    Getting antsy, Sam checked her phone. She just missed a call from Maggie. Yeah, fat chance she was going to answer that. At least she was finally attempting to reach out and make contact. Maggie was a walking disaster that Sam didn't have time for right now. She had enough on her plate already for her to deal with her little sister's problems, too. 
    "Ready to go?" Mike asked, clutching his spare helmet.
    "I forget you have that death trap on two wheels," Sam shivered.
    "It's not a death tap, Sami. I happen to be an excellent driver," Mike helped Sam on the back of the bike.
    Straddling the seat in her tight leather pants, she strapped on the helmet. Mike climbed on the giant chopper. Reeving the engine, the metal machine roared to life.
        "Hold on tight, Sami."
        "I thought you said you were a safe driver?" She suddenly felt nervous.
        "Oh, I am, but that doesn't mean I don't like to go fast," he grinned hitting the throttle.
        Without another word or objection, they were off in a flash. Zipping down streets and weaving in and out of traffic panicked Sam. She clinched her firsts onto Mike as she squeezed her eyes shut, shielding her from the imminent destruction.
        Coming to a stop in the alley adjacent from Club Star, Sam removed her arms, trembling at the experience.
        "I never want to do that again. Every time I get on that devil machine, I want to barf. No thanks."
        "Where's your sense of adventure?"
        "Clearly far, far away from here," she finally smiled as she removed her helmet.
        While fixing her hair, she heard the Tinkerbell voice of Quinny.
        "Nice fucking bike," she stated as she approached the two. "Is that the new Harley fat boy? Look at those 17-inch wheels. What is that...bullet black? Oh my, God, you got the blacked out exhaust too. Nice."
        "I think I just fell in love," Big Mike stammered.
        "Hi! I'm Quinn," she extended her diminutive hand to the gentle giant.
        "I'm Mike, Big Mike, Brutus, anything you want, really."
        Sam watched their exchange and for a split second was really blissful for them both. Until tonight, she never would have pictured the two as hitting it off. Then again, Mike had been taken for years. He had always had eyes for Angie, but this was the first time she actually saw a spark in his eye. She missed this Mike.
        "That's a mouthful, Onyx," she gave him a cute grin.
        "Onyx, huh? I'll take it," he gazed at her, getting lost in time.
        "Are we done with the introductions? I have a boyfriend to spy on," Sam urged.
        "What does that say about you that you have to spy on your own boyfriend, sweetie?" Quinn looked concerned.
        "Either I let another asshole roll me over, or I rip the Band-Aid right now before I really start to get attached. Which would you prefer?"
        "You're probably right, but why not ask him up front?" Mike questioned.
        "This isn't going to be, 'gang up on Sami night,' okay?" She scolded them as they made their way into the club.
        "Sorry," the two said in unison.
        Immediately the loud music inundated them as the lights bounced off the vaulted ceilings. There were bars on either side of the club, but straight-ahead was a staircase that led up to the private rooms. Standing next to the staircase was Declan himself with Demi's arm clutching his bicep.
        "I'm going to get us drinks. Quinn, wanna follow?" Mike asked politely.
        Without any acknowledgement or head nod, Sam made a beeline for her Irish gentleman. She was much too quick for Declan to see her coming, but all of a sudden she was up in his face.
        "Sam!" He exclaimed as he turned to see who had grabbed his arm. "What are you doing here?"
        "I