Free Crotch Rocket: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance by Natasha Tanner, Amelia Clarke Page A

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    “Alright guys, time to prepare to head out.  Put your bikes in formation.”  All of the men hopped onto their Harley’s and lined them up.  James climbed onto his own bike at the head of the pack, lifted his arm and called out, “Let’s ride!”  The gate was pulled open and he slowly rode out of the lot.  Behind him followed eight other men, and then the other two once they closed and locked the gate.  They rode with James out in front and then two by two in a single lane.  The drove quickly and it didn’t take long to get to the empty lot they had already planned to park in.  The men pulled into the corner where the motorcycles were less likely to be noticed.  Each dismounted and stood waiting for instruction.  James waved with his hand for the men to gather around.  He spoke quietly.  “Listen up.  Jacob is here somewhere.  That ugly ass crotch rocket over there must have been his ride.  We need to find him before heading in.  If we can’t find him outside, and he’s already in there, then we’ll need to regroup and consider our options.  The time-frame indicates that if he has any brains he’ll still be outside, but given that there’s a woman involved, he may have been a total fuckwit and gone charging in…but let’s see if we can’t find him outside before we go charging in after him.”
    “A fuckin’ crotch rocket…” one of the men sniggered.  “Guess some guys will ride anything.”
    Hogarth spoke up.  “If you ask me, it looks like he did what he had to.  We weren’t letting him get involved so he wasn’t going to be using one of our bikes now was he.”
    “Listen ladies, can we gossip about the bike a bit later?  We’ve got some business to take care of right now,” James said as he stepped off towards the cover of the forest surrounding the Diablo clubhouse.  “Step lightly and stay covered,” he said to the men as they began to follow him.  
    He crouched down and ducked behind the trees as they moved forward.  Every now and then a man would step on a twig eliciting a loud breaking or crunching sound.  James would shoot a look back at whomever had mis-stepped and they would stop dead in their tracks with a cringe plastered across their face.  The men topped a small hill and he laid down flat on the ground.  The other men followed suit.  Each was busy looking for Jacob.
    “Psst,” one of the men said as he pointed to the right.  There, on the other side of the hill, crouched down on his heel was Jacob looking towards the Diablo clubhouse.  He clutched his ribs with one hand and held a gun in the other.
    “Stay here,” James said as he started to move towards Jacob’s location.  He kept low and moved slowly so that he wouldn’t catch the eye of any of the Diablo’s that might be keeping an eye out.  When he was five feet away from his son, Jacob suddenly jerked his head to the side.  The two men starred at each other for a long moment before James moved in to hunker down beside him.
    “What are you doing here?” Jacob asked as he lowered his gun to his side.
    “We’d heard you’d gone on your own.  I couldn’t just leave you out here, so we came to help.”
    “You came to help?” Jacob whispered.  “You didn’t even want me coming at all.”
    “Did anyway, didn’t you?”
    “Fuck yes!  I wasn’t going to leave her here while the club argued over logistics and you did everything you could to keep me uninvolved.”  Jacob felt furious.  The help of the club would be nice but not if he was going to be treated like a child.  He was done with that, not anymore.  Never again.
    “Look, I know I was wrong,” James began.  He wiped the sweat from the back of his neck and continued.  “I had a talk with Hog before we came out.  If we make it through tonight, I’m going to give the ok to let you into the club.  You’re older than I was when I was admitted and it hasn’t been right for me to keep you out.  You’re your