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CHAPTER ONE
She could hear their voices. That meant they were close to her. Too close. She had to move fast. Picking up the speed, she darted through the dark hallway. It was damn hard to run without being heard. If they knew how close she was, she’d be in the kind of trouble she tried to stay out of.
The plans for the building were going through her mind. Little did she know when she studied them that it would end up saving her life. She twisted around the first corner. If her memory served her correctly there would be another turn before her destination.
She thought it funny that, even as she was damn near running, it seemed as though everything was moving in slow motion. What was probably only minutes felt like it was taking hours. She guessed that’s what happened when you had a gang of bikers trying to kill you.
Not long after the second twist in the hallway, she found exactly what she’d been looking for. A wall of shelves, lined end to end and top to bottom with old books. She couldn’t help but wonder if any of them were valuable, and with a grin debated on coming back another time to check them out. Preferably when she wasn’t running for her life.
For now, she had to stick to the current plan. Which meant finding the book that would make this wall spin and let her into the hidden escape route. Got to love these old plantation homes. They were prepared for things they didn’t even know would happen.
She was two rows of books in, frustrated and wondering if this idea was futile as the voices grew closer, when she pulled out a book about the Underground Railroad from the slave days.
The wall slid open slightly and she climbed in behind it, but the irony of the choice was not lost on her. She pushed the wall back into place and took off running down the corridor in front of her. According to what she’d read, there was a long tunnel and then an exit that would allow her to escape freely off the property.
***
“What the hell? Where did she go?”
Jake had known that Logan wouldn’t be happy when he went back to tell his friend he’d lost the girl. His only job had been to catch her and bring her back for the guys to handle. He kicked his toe against the ground and looked across the expansive property. Must be nice to have the kind of money a place like this cost.
Then again, maybe not. He may have been lucky to pocket fifty bucks at any given time, but he had his freedom and his friends and he was happy. He bet whoever owned this place didn’t have any of that.
“Man, I wish I knew. It’s like she fucking vanished.” Jake walked over to his bike. “Fuck it. Let’s go grab a beer and get back on the road.” He swung his leg over the bike and sat down, preparing to start it up and take off.
“We won’t be leaving this place yet. We’ve gotta find that girl.” Logan lifted his leg and climbed onto his own bike.
Jake wondered what was so important about this chick. He wasn’t sure, but if Logan was caught up in it, then it had to be important. He sure wasn’t gonna argue with the man. Logan was his brother. His friend. They all were.
The Dixon Crew. They’d taken him in when he had no one. He wouldn’t turn his back on them now. Even if it seemed silly to waste so much time chasing a chick that obviously was smart enough to make it hard. He’d do what Logan wanted. He owed them. They both started the bikes and headed back into town to meet up with the guys. Apparently they had some plans to make.
Jake just wanted a cold beer. This town was hotter than the pits of hell.
***
Allison couldn’t help but think of how backwards and pathetic this entire town was. A far cry from where she’d grown up. Not that she really lived there anymore. Still, this place was like stepping backwards in history. And not to the good parts. She wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if she’d seen separate drinking fountains in the middle of town.
She wasn’t even totally sure what she was looking for. A place to be, perhaps? She needed to sit down and sort some shit out. A big part of her wanted to say “fuck it.” She wanted to leave this backwoods place and get on with life. Make some money. A new adventure.
Being in a real life version of Mayberry with a gang of bikers trying to kill her was not the type of adventure she preferred. But she was stuck. At least that’s what she told herself. This may have been accidental, but there was enough money in this to make it worth it. Unless she died. So she really had to make sure that didn’t happen.
The problem was that the only answer she had seemed pretty damned hopeless. In order to stay safe from the Dixon Crew, she had to get close to one of them. She hoped that what she knew would be enough to help her. But she feared that brotherly bond between them all would make the entire plan more dangerous than she wanted to toy with. Life was nothing if not exciting. She rolled her eyes as the thought went through her mind and opened the door to the bar and walked in.
***
Jake saw her enter. He thought about telling the guys, but he really didn’t much feel like the excitement. For just a minute he wanted to enjoy the beer he was having. If he had his way, they’d just take off and leave. He couldn’t imagine what the hell was so important about her.
He didn’t know what they wanted her for. He’d just followed instructions and tried to catch her. As he watched her walk up and order a drink he couldn’t help but think how he’d like to catch her, and what he’d like to do with her when he did.
She was a hot little mess. The last swig of his beer reminded him it was time to go get another. As he walked up towards the bar, he went over in his head what exactly he was going to say to the girl he’d just chased through someone else’s mansion.
CHAPTER TWO
“I could have saved myself the trouble and just sat here drinking ‘til you walked in.” Jake was standing beside her, hoping she’d look at him and see the smirk on his face. But she didn’t.
Allison continued to stare at her bottle. She’d heard him. She just didn’t want to look at him. This may just be the end of the road for her.
“So, is this the part where you hand me over to your friends so they can get rid of me?” Allison chugged on the beer. If she was going to die tonight, she was going to die drunk.
“Maybe.” Jake paused and looked at her. She was even more beautiful up close. He did have to admit, though, that under the bar lighting she looked rough. Not bad. Just rough. Tired. Frantic. Scared? Was that fear on her face? But on a normal day, in normal clothes, she’d be a knockout. “But first I’d have to tell ‘em that you are here.”
That had made her look at him for the first time. She was surprised. He’d bypassed that whole pact of loyalty. But why? She had to admit, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. For a biker. They weren’t generally her type.
But he had a softer appearance than most. Even with the stubble on his face and the leather jacket. He didn’t look as hard as his buddies. She glanced towards their table but made sure it wasn’t noticeable. She didn’t need them looking over and seeing her. That would take bar fight to an all new level.
“Doesn’t that violate some type of biker gang code of conduct?” Allison ordered another beer and he watched her put the bottle to her lips.
Lips that were full and pink
, tinted even without makeup. She really didn’t need makeup. Her complexion was damn near perfect. His only complaint was the hair. It was silky and blonde and too fucking short for a woman. They should have longer hair. Hair that you could run your fingers through. Hair that you could grab and pull while they moaned. He couldn’t imagine yanking on her hair. But then again, maybe he’d like to try.
“Didn’t say I wasn’t gonna. Said I hadn’t yet.” Jake decided to grab the seat by her.
Allison didn’t like him being that close to her. It made her feel weird. She chalked it up to fear of death. It wasn’t that she’d never been in danger. It was that she’d never stuck around to see how that story played out. Her job was simple. Get the goods, make the money, get the fuck out. Why the hell was she still here?
“Well, pardon me if I don’t wait around on you to change that.” She was digging money out of her pocket.
That made him laugh. A girl that didn’t carry a bag. That was new. She threw the cash on the bar and headed out the door, leaving Jake to wonder what her deal was and why he’d never told the guys that she was here.
***
Allison stood outside the seedy bar and tried to regain her composure. Who would have thought the one place she chose to walk into would be filled with the guys who wanted her dead? God, she needed help on this one. But the one thing she was beginning to think was that her plan might work.
If Jake hadn’t told them she was here and she wasn’t even trying to get close, she might stand a chance on getting to him and having him help her. But first, she had to find somewhere to be. Apparently the Dixon Crew was going to hang around, and that meant she couldn’t be seen.
***
Jake wanted to follow her. He wanted to ask her questions and find out what was going on. He wanted to know where she was and what she was doing. What he didn’t understand was why. She was right. He should have told them. He’d do anything for those guys. But he hadn’t.
They could have taken care of things and then been back on the road. They had gotten what they needed from here. They’d already sold it and cashed in on the dough. It was time to leave. Time to head to their next destination.
This girl and whatever beef the guys had with her were delaying them. Which was costing them money. Him money. And he wasn’t having much fun around this hick town. He was ready. So then why’d he let her walk out?
“Guys I gotta run out for a minute. I’ll be back.” Jake had hurried to the table and let his brothers know he was leaving. It wasn’t required. Hell, how many times had they spent days wondering where Logan was hiding? Usually turned out he’d met some babe that he took a liking to.
He’d disappear for a few days and he’d come back when he was bored. One had come with him and she spent months on the road with the gang. Then she just left one day for a man she’d met at a truck stop on the road. Beautiful women were a problem waiting to happen. Best to have a little fun and walk away. That was Jake’s motto and he stuck to it pretty well.
Until now. When he was searching outside the bar for a woman he didn’t know. A woman his buddies should know had been here, but didn’t. A woman he wasn’t even really sure why he wanted to find.
***
“They are trying to catch me, so I don’t talk to you.” Allison walked out of the dark alley after she watched Jake pass by for the third time. If he went around three times and none of the others followed then chances are he hadn’t told them. This was her chance to try and complete this job. “Allison Russell,” she said, holding her hand out for him to shake.
He didn’t. He just glanced at it and stood there.
“Jake Brighton.” He studied her face. “But I’m assuming you already know that.” She nodded. “Talk to me about what?”
Allison thought this over for a minute. She knew what she was about to do was dangerous. But could it really be any more dangerous than running from a gang of bikers? Wasn’t like the Dixon Crew would stay put and she could escape. They travelled almost as much as she did. And what Logan Dixon wanted, he got.
Right now, he wanted her dead before she shared the information she’d found. “Can we go somewhere else to talk? Standing in the dark shadows outside a building filled with people that want me dead makes me a little nervous.”
He nodded and she turned to walk off, assuming that the hot little biker man was following her and praying his friends wouldn’t be next on the trail.
***
She had a nice ass. That was the thought he had as she climbed the stairs of the motel she’d taken him to. For some reason, Jake had thought that she’d be staying in at least a three star place. She didn’t seem the type to climb over drunks and crack heads to get to her room. Of course, he really didn’t know her. But as her hips swayed at practically eye level in front of him, the tightening in his pants told him he sure might like to.
“Nice room.” Jake rolled his eyes. The place was dirty and small. There was no air and he’d bet there was no heat. But with the temps he’d experienced in this town he wasn’t sure heat was needed. The bed was small and looked to be less than comfortable. He actually felt kind of bad that this woman had to sleep on it.
There was no dresser and he wasn’t positive by looking, but the bathroom seemed barely big enough to take a piss. It looked like the kind of place you’d rent by the hour, if you did the sort of things you’d need only an hour or two for.
“Perks of the job,” she said, her words making him laugh.
But what he really wanted to hear was why she was here. What the crew was trying to do with her. And what exactly his part in it was.
“So talk.” The words said all that mattered. He was ready to listen.
“Mind if I change first? This is kind of dirty.” She held her t-shirt out by the end.
She was right. It was gross. Jake nodded and she walked towards the bathroom door, failing to close it behind her. The mirror afforded a nice view and Jake figured he would enjoy it before he had to tell Logan where she was. Like she’d said. Perks of the job.
***
She saw him watching. She knew he would. Men may be different in many ways, but when it came to their dick and women, they were all the same. It came in handy when she was working. Like now. That’s what she told herself as she made sure to go slowly, sensually, as she stripped her clothes and put on new ones. This was just work.
When she walked out, she sat down beside him on the bed.
"You're not who you think you are," she started. The words came pouring out and she told him everything she knew—at least, everything she felt comfortable about letting him know.
CHAPTER THREE
“You think I’m gonna believe all that?” Jake laughed, but Allison watched his eyes.
They were full of doubt. He may not believe her, but he didn’t specifically not believe her either. He wasn’t sure.
“A beautiful woman comes in and gives me a crock of shit about my life and I’m supposed to believe it’s not because she’s up to no good? Do I look stupid?”
“Why would I have just spent well over an hour lying to you?” Allison was annoyed. She was taking a big risk, bigger by the minute if his buddies came looking for him, and he wasn’t cooperating.
“It’s what you do. You already said that.” He was right.
She had told him about her job. She’s the ultimate treasure hunter. She looks for truth. Digs through people’s lives. Uncovers things they’ve stolen, lied about or are hiding. They pay her and she’s golden and on to the next person.
Of course it required lying. She couldn’t very well tell the truth. But this time she was. Yes, she hoped to capitalize on it, but it was still the damn truth.
“Your friends are trying to kill me. I brought you to where I’m staying. Isn’t that a bit of a risk just to lie? I lie for the money. I run from the idea of death.” Allison stood up and walked across the room to a mini-fridge that looked like it didn’t even work. Inside she had a variety of soda. She grabbed
one and popped it open. This was going to be more difficult than she’d thought.
***
He decided she was crazy. She was going to bring him into this roach infested room, get naked to entice him and then sit and tell him that his entire life was a lie? And she had the nerve to think he’d believe a word that came out of that sexy little mouth?
Jake was not dumb. Just because he spent his time on a Harley, traveling around with his crew and making his living in less than honorable ways did not mean he was a fool. She was a con artist. Self-admitted, at that. And she was trying to con him. But for what?
So he’d turn on his brothers. No doubt about it. The question was, what did they have on her that she was going to this extreme to take them down? Or what did she have on them that they were so interested in doing the same to her?
Jake knew the best way to get the truth out of a woman. Any woman. Just rock her world. Women would reveal anything in the throes of passion. They were all predictable like that. So maybe that’s what he’d do. It was business right? A means to an end. It didn’t mean anything.
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