Free Hot Mess (An Iron Tornadoes MC Romance Book 5) by Olivia Rigal Page A

our officers in the back of Kristal's car. Stevens nixed it. The vehicle is way too tiny for that. He's right and I didn't fight him on that. Obviously, where she's concerned, I'm unable to think normally.
    Kristal is becoming impatient too. She opens the door of her car and stands up looking at the building.
    As far as we know it's empty. There's not been any observable movement since this morning. A quick check on county records revealed the house is owned by snowbirds from Canada. They most likely won't get back before December.
    Eduardo or someone from his group must know that and decided it would be a perfect meeting place.
    Kristal starts pacing. Looks like it's her way to deal with stress. I can see her lips moving and I'm ready to bet dollars to pennies that she's repeating her mantra, the one she kept chanting Sunday night while digging a hole in the carpet of her room at the Styx, “Everything's gonna be all right.”
    Has it only been two days? Two days and I'm done for. Never would I have believed it. Not in a million years. Not me, I couldn't possibly fall so hard so fast.
    Yet, I did.
    And now she says she's mine ... and I believe her.
    How incredible is that?
    The familiar roar of a Harley catches my ear. I look around searching for the origin of the sounds. A biker rides down the block. He's wearing a black leather jacket with no patches and a full helmet. The black visor is down efficiently hiding his face. His speed is down to a crawl as he rolls by Kristal’s car. She ceases to pace and looks at him expectantly, her hand on the car door, ready to reach out for the package she has to deliver. False alarm, he doesn't stop.
    Okay, so he's here to check out the place.
    That's a good sign.
    It means they're coming.
    As soon as he's passed her he speeds up again and rolls away. I sort of expect him to ride by again, just to make sure everything's on the level. I would do a second pass if I were in his boots, but no, the street is quiet again.
    Kristal resumes her pacing and then freezes again staring in the direction opposite to the house we're hiding in. What is she looking at?
    I pick up a pair of binoculars and search the street to figure it out.
    Two men are walking in her direction.
    As far as I can tell there's nothing special about them. Well, aside from the fact that they're walking.
    They could be two friends out for a leisurely stroll on a pleasant night. It's possible but not likely. No one walks around here.
    Chances are they are her contact and she's frozen in place because she's recognized someone.
    Come on, baby, don't panic. You can do this.
    I move the binoculars on her and study her expression. Surprise and shock are painted on her face as well as something else. Sadness? Disappointment?
    She covers her mouth with her hand and blinks furiously as she opens the passenger door of her car.
    "What the heck is she doing?" Stevens grumbles as we both watch her take the envelope out of her car and slam the door shut.
    The fuck if I know ... and just as I think I understand, Kristal loses it. In a few seconds, I watch her return to the driver seat and start her car.
    She's running. Why?
    The car pulls out of the parking spot and Kristal drives away. Her speed remains low until she reaches the two men. Through a rolled down window, she calls out to them. Without giving them a chance to answer, she throws the package out at their feet and drives away.
    One of the men picks it up.
    He looks vaguely familiar but I can't put a name on his face. Where do I know him from?
    Lost in my thoughts, I hear Stevens yell in his radio and all hell breaks loose. Our men run out of the truck toward the two suspects. They only hesitate for a few seconds before raising their hands in surrender.
    One of them is still holding what Kristal threw out of the car. At least we have this one holding the drugs.
    Stevens and I rush out of the building and only when I get closer to our catch of the day, do I recognize one of the two