Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) Read Free Page A

the rest of your life. Even if you break up, in the biker world you’ll always belong to him.”
    “That is bullshit.”
    “Yep, but that’s the way of my world. If you want to live in it you have to accept the local customs, and trust me when I say the payoff’s worth it.”
    Scarlet paused to talk to the person she was signing for and I did the same for the man at my table. Older guy, nice clean white hair, and wearing faded jeans and a cowboy hat. We shot the shit for a minute, took a couple pictures, then I dragged Scarlet back into our conversations.
    I could never endure belonging to a man like that, the very thought made my pulse race. “I can’t imagine not wanting to cut off some guy’s dick if he tried that shit with me.
    She smirked. “Thought the same, until Thorn came into my life and healed me, then addicted me to his cock.”
    “Pardon?”
    “Long time ago, and not a conversation for here, but he saved my life and I owe him.” For a second, sadness flashed through her gaze, but she buried it behind a glittering smile as she greeted another fan. 
    We worked for the next hour or so without a chance to talk again. The bikers had been right, as darkness started to move across the gorgeous countryside, the mood at the signing was getting rowdy. Just as I was starting to wonder when they were going to shut down, Marley appeared at my elbow.
    With her hair pulled back and her glasses on, she looked terribly young and sweet, but I let her live under the illusion it made her look more professional. Her douchebag baby daddy, who was thankfully in jail for life, had systematically tore her down and isolated her from all sources of support. He’d done a number on her, but I’d taken her under my wing and, more importantly, my parents had taken Marley and her little baby boy under theirs. One day after I’d brought Marley home to stay with them while she recovered, her boyfriend was under arrest for dealing heroine in a school zone. Even though he swore he was set up, and he totally was, he got life because he had a list of priors a mile long.
    I quickly stood and waved, blowing kisses before I yelled, “See y’all at the main stage in a couple hours!”
    The crowd went crazy and I waved again, my mind switching gears from PR to what I considered my real job. Entertaining. The roar of the crowd gave me an adrenaline high like no other and I knew this audience would be insane.
    I couldn’t wait.
     
    Three hours later, exhilaration mixed with a tiny bit of stage fright zinged through my blood in a heady strike, like getting ready to snowboard down the side of a steep mountain. With the bitingly cold air frosting your every breath, you know the ride is going to be epic, but man that first step is a doozy.
    Adrenaline coursed through me, giving me a high as addictive as any drug I’d ever done, making me want to move. The pulsing beat rattled my bones while I stood next to one of the giant speakers that flanked the stage and I continued to stretch out. Even with my earbuds in the sound was deafening, but it had to be that loud to reach the cheering horde of people watching the stage with drunken, yet rapt attention as the girls strutted their stuff.
    A group of women dressed in biker-babe meets slutty-schoolgirl outfits did their dance routine with a crisp perfection that made me proud. They were my opening act and I’d brought them to Sturgis with me from Vegas. Some I’d stripped with, some I’d pole danced with, while others were Vegas showgirls. They all knew how to work the audience and while I was thankful for the energy they raised, I couldn’t help a hint of apprehension moving through me.
    Ironic that the last crowd I’d perform for like this was also my biggest. And this wasn’t a crowd full of tourists enjoying the Vegas nightlife, who had come to watch my act in a show at a luxurious casino theater. No, this was a seething throng of thousands, maybe tens of thousands, of bikers getting