Betrayed: Military MC Romance (Hell's Fire Riders Book 2) Read Free Page A

Dewey then looked over at Trudy. “What’s wrong?”
    Trudy glared at him then jerked her thumb at Dewey. “The jackass lied to me. He has no intention of letting me leave.”
    Dewey turned to her. “I can’t let you leave yet. I’m sorry but until I know more about what’s going on, it’s best you stay with us.”
    Trudy didn’t say anything, instead she went over to the other side of the table and sat down. Parker reached over and touched her arm. Trudy jerked away and glared at him. He pulled away. “I’m sorry. I know he said you could go but he’s right, until we know more it would be best if you were with us. If this all goes to shit, we can and will protect you.”
    Dewey rubbed is hands over his face. “It’s only until I know what’s going on. Then I’ll be more than happy to watch you go but until then, you’re stuck here.”
    “Fuck you and your promises. They don’t mean anything anymore,” Trudy grumbled.
    “Let’s get on the road. I want to check out the meeting place,” Dewey ordered his men. “We’ll leave as soon as you get your gear.”
    Everyone dispersed, each of them going to where they had stored their gear. Dewey, Stone, Stone’s men and Trudy were the only ones left in the shop.
    Dewey walked over to a group of lockers next to the desk. Opening one, he grabbed the small duffle bag on the bottom and hauled it out. Laying it on the table, he opened it. There were a number of small weapons and several boxes of ammunition in it.
    He reached inside the locker and brought out a Kevlar vest. Putting it on, he wrapped the Velcro in place, then grabbed a dark colored button down shirt. Putting it on over the vest, he unzipped his pants and tucked the tails in. Going back to the table, he grabbed an ankle holster from the bag and tied it around his left ankle. Next, he hooked another holster to the back of his belt. Grabbing a weapon, he checked the slide and the clip then shoved it into the holster. Even with all those weapons, he took out a shoulder holster, wrapped it around his broad shoulders and checked two more weapons before he put them under each of his arms.
    “Got enough guns?” Trudy asked snidely.
    “If I need them, I’m glad they’re there. So will you, if I need to save your skinny, little ass.” Dewey zippered up the bag and took it back to the locker. Then he grabbed something from the top shelf and went back to the table. In a small box he had several small ear pieces, complete with an attached microphone. Taking one out, he fitted it to his ear and clipped a small battery pack to his collar.
    One by one the other men joined them and they each took an ear piece and clipped it to their clothing. They all wore dark clothes. When they were ready, Dewey led them all to the other building beside the shop. He ushered Trudy to one of the trucks inside and when she got in, he joined her.
    “Do you need help with this?” Stone asked.
    Dewey shook his head. “No, stay here and be on the lookout for trouble. If someone followed her here, we need to know.”
    Stone nodded and stepped back.

    The caravan of vehicles left the compound at the same time. Trudy didn’t feel right about leaving her dogs behind but Dewey locked them up before she could say anything. She was still mad about not being able to leave so it was a quiet trip to Port Arthur.
    Once they got to the city, she gave him directions to the meeting place…an abandoned commercial building on the lower side of town. The outside of the building didn’t look like much the windows were all blacked out and surprisingly, still intact.
    She reached inside her jacket pocket and brought out a clicker. The clicker opened one of the huge doors below a faded sign that said Shipping Area . When all the vehicles were parked inside, she closed the big doors and walked them back to the inside of the main entrance.
    Trudy led the way through the main lobby to where the elevators were located. The lobby looked dirty and dust