Omega's Destiny: Foxes of Scarlet Peak (An M'M Shifter MPreg Romance Book 5)(3)

I gripped my handlebars harder while I leaned into a curve as I left the town behind. It was times like this that Chris’ face pushed itself back into my mind, and I had to fight with everything I had to push it back down.

“Not now,” I said, trying to think of anything else but his beautiful face, lying lifeless in the dirt in front of me.

But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop seeing his face. There was only one thing that worked at times like that. Alcohol.

A sign emerged from the darkness, illuminated by my headlights: Greenwaters, 5 miles.

One place is as good as another, I thought as I took the right turn toward Greenwaters.

Every town’s got a bar, and most bars can use a bouncer. Might as well grab a drink while I’m doing job interviews.

The five miles took no time, and it wasn’t long before I was coming into town. It was a typical small Maine town. A diner was open on my left, and it looked absolutely slammed. I passed a couple of shit motels and a gas station, came down over a hill and found myself in the main part of town.

There was a crowd on the sidewalk a few blocks down, at what I assumed had to be the local bar, but as I stopped at a stop sign, something else caught my eye.

Down the side street to my left was a crew of guys, and I recognized them instantly: a biker gang. I didn’t know them personally, of course, but they were biker boys all right, that much was unmistakable.

I didn’t even know Maine had biker gangs. I certainly hadn’t seen any since I’d moved here. Occasionally the odd club would roll through on their way somewhere, but we didn’t have anybody local that I’d ever run into.

From the looks of things, the boys were up to something. They were clustered up by their bikes talking in hushed voices, and definitely weren’t just out looking for fun.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but being a fox, I figure I’m more of a dog anyway. So I turned right and shut my lights off, letting my bike idle into an alley where I could still see the boys and what they were up to. They were obviously wrapped up in whatever they were doing, and I wasn’t too worried about being spotted, so I sat there until they all got on their bikes and pulled out onto the main road.

I let them get a few blocks away before I pulled out and started to follow them. They headed through town, crossed the bridge over the river and started to head up through the hills. I kept my lights off as I followed them. The moon was full and it was easy to see, and I didn’t want them to know I was on their tails. They might turn around and come after me, and that would be bad.

I don’t know what it was that drove me to follow them, or what I expected to find. For all I knew, they could just be on their way to a house party or headed back to the clubhouse. Little did I know that that simple moment of chance when I ran into them, and that one reckless decision to follow them, would lead me to a moment that would change my life forever.





3





Bobby





“He’s here,” I heard Creed say in a whisper to Ryker as I pulled into the parking lot of the old abandoned warehouse. My hearing was a lot better than they gave me credit for.

Ryker looked up as I parked and stepped out of the car. His face lit up, but it wasn’t because he was happy to see me for any personal reasons – it was because I was his little errand boy and now he could relax a bit.

“Bobby, my boy!” he said happily, extending his arms as I walked toward him. When I got close, he pulled me in for a hug, patting my head gently like you would a dog. It wasn’t affection, it was ownership, and he was reminding me of who was boss.

As if I could forget, I thought as I breathed through my mouth, trying to avoid inhaling the days, or maybe weeks, of body odor that had begun to permeate his leather jeans and jacket. The Black Cross weren’t too concerned with bathing or personal hygiene.

They were a little mangier, ragged and feral, unlike any of the foxes I knew, who were much sleeker, conscientious and actually took time to bathe.

“You made it,” he laughed, finally releasing me. I took a deep breath through my nose, trying not to let him notice. “I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I told him.

“Tonight’s a big one,” he told me. “Big delivery for the Crimson Horses. But the thing is, the pigs have their place staked out, so we can’t do it the regular way.”

“You sure you don’t want to wait for things to cool down?” I asked him. I regretted it the second I said it. Ryker’s face twisted as he looked at me like I’d just suggested I sprout wings and fly to Mars.

“Say what?” he asked. I shook my head quickly.

“Never mind,” I said. “Forget I said anything.”

“You losing your nerve, boy?”

“No, no,” I replied. “Sorry. What’s the plan?”

Ryker grinned and licked his lips. “Right. We’ve got the bricks wrapped up in coffee. Dogs won’t smell ‘em. We’re gonna send you in like a pizza delivery boy. The Horses will have your tip waiting for you. Understand?”

I nodded, feeling my heart start to race. This was a shitty plan, and there was no way Ryker didn’t know it. If the cops really had the Horses’ place staked out, they’d have no problem stopping a pizza delivery boy. Even if I managed to get the product in, what would stop the cops from frisking me after I left and finding all the money?