Jack of Hearts (Desert Sons MC Book 1) Read Free

a place to crash for the night. Across the road, a collection of squat buildings loomed in security lights. She couldn’t be certain, but they looked like small warehouses or something similar. With a sigh, she crossed the road to check it out. Maybe there would be a delivery truck or something she could hotwire, or at least sleep in. It would have to be more comfortable than sleeping under a bridge in the dirt.
     
    She had no luck finding an open vehicle, but when she peeked through the narrow window of one of the buildings, she could make out the glowing numbers on a clock: 2:18. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it might be a break room of some kind. Tina turned sideways and compared her profile to the window’s width. It would be a tight squeeze, but she had gotten through tighter before.
     
    Prepared to run if she sat off an alarm, she turned her face away and rammed her elbow into the glass. The shock of the impact traveled all the way to her shoulder and she hissed in pain. She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. She picked up one of the large stones used in the landscaping, turning the rock until she had the best grip and weight balance. She once again turned her face away and gave the glass a hearty smack.
     
    The glass may have stood up to her elbow, but it was no match for the rock. The glass shattered but didn’t break out. It took another blow with the rock, and a push from her foot, before the glass began to crumble and fall away. She cleaned the glass from the edges, and then slipped into the room.
     
    What a break room! Easily the size of her entire trailer, the break room had a pool table, microwave, refrigerator, the biggest television she had ever seen, and a few video games and pinball machines. But most importantly, it had a huge couch that looked perfect for sleeping.
     
    She rummaged in the fridge before pulling out a package of hotdogs and a beer to wash them down with. The dogs would be better heated in the microwave, but before that, she needed to make sure she was alone. Eating two of the weenies cold, she slipped out of the break room and began to explore the rest of the warehouse.
     
    She didn’t know what was going on here, but she had finally hit the jackpot. There were three cars, all unlocked: an almost new Audi A6, an equally new BMW M5, and a new Jaguar F-Type! She ran her hand along the flanks of the Jag as she admired its sleek lines. Farther back was a collection of motorcycles, all Harleys as best she could tell in the dim light. Next to them were a car lift and a huge rolling tool box. Farther back still was another room, probably an office or another break room, and a large trailer of some type.
     
    She smiled. She had stumbled onto a breaker, someone who dismantled cars and sold the parts. She had been in places such as this many times as she stole and dumped cars. She was going to take one of these cars and they couldn’t even report it stolen! She did a little happy dance at her sudden good fortune. But first, food! As she walked back to the break room to nuke some weenies, she noticed a bike set off to the side. She wasn’t an expert on Harleys by any means, but this bike was obviously old—very old—and perfect in every detail. She could ride a bike … and this one called to her. But not as much as her stomach did.
     
    She quickly heated the remaining six dogs and devoured them one after the other, washing them down with a Lowenbrau. She would like another beer—it wasn’t often she could afford a good beer—but if she was going to be driving, she needed to be sharp. She all but skipped out of the break room. The food and her change in fortune had jazzed her up and pushed fatigue and sleep away. She was headed to the office at the back, intending to look for the keys for the cars, but she paused at the antique Harley again. She turned her back on the machine, but made it only two steps before turning back. This is so stupid! She raged at herself.