Nomads' Fall: Burning Bastards MC Read Free

freedom as she drove down the open road. She had her license, but no plans for a long road trip yet, so Daisy would be enough for the little she’d be riding this summer. Much to Big D’s chagrin, Future often brought her back to the clubhouse for lunch or parties during the daylight hours, and Daisy, with the bright yellow tank and fenders, disgusted him. Future’s old man was a stick in the mud. If it wasn’t black and decorated with flames and skulls, he hated it. That gave her the idea to use some stencils she’d found in the craft store. She bought paint from the local body shop, well she hadn’t bought it actually, the guy, Mick, one of the Bastards, gave it to her. She’d shown him the stencils and told him what she planned to do. Once he’d stopped laughing, he handed her two small containers of paint and told her how to use them.
    Daisy now sported ten skulls, red bows on top of each of them. She’d added the chandelier earrings and various necklaces to each skull as well. She could barely wait until her friend got back and she could show off the new, tougher looking Daisy.
    Now she watched the two rough looking men dismount their bikes and heard their boots climbing the steps to the office. Gladys went to see what they needed. She was waiting at the desk when they opened the door. It wasn’t until she saw one of the men was that rascal Knight that she lifted her hand from under the pile of paperwork. Now he was a man that could make her give up all pretense of her recent widowhood. He was well over six feet tall and had shaggy brown hair, wide shoulders, and an ass that was a privilege to watch walk away from a woman. When she looked at his companion, oh lordy.
    He was tall and slender, with pierced ears and nose. He was young and if she hadn’t know he was on the side of the good guys, she wouldn’t be pulling her hand away from the 1911 under the papers on her desk. His tattoos and piercings gave him a menacing look and from the twinkle in his eyes, he knew the effect his looks had on people.
    Knight started speaking, and she turned her attention his way.
    “Hey, beautiful, how’s it goin’?” Typical Knight, he was such a flirt, some woman was going to have her hands full keeping his leash tight.
    “What brings you out here to the lake today, handsome? Are you ready for a vacation of fishing and sunbathing? We’re taking reservations from next week into September. Now that I remember what your face looks like, maybe I ought to hire a few of you Bastards to sit down by the lake without your shirts on, take a few pictures, and put them in an ad for the place. I’ll even let you keep your cuts on. Let’s face it, a girl loves a man in leather with his tats showing. We’re sure to get a whole summer booked with single women ready to take a walk on the wild side.” From the looks of horror on their faces, she had to laugh. “Come on, guys, just think, you could come up here, get all the tail you could want, and I would have a full campground all summer long. Sounds like a win-win for all of us.” Needles was watching her and she could see he was trying to decide if she was messing with them or if she was serious. She opened her mouth to elaborate, but Knight cut in on her finale.
    “The answer is no, and stop trying to confuse Needles here. He’s tender, and you might hurt his feelings making fun of us like that.” He shook his head at her antics. Gladys was a different kind of woman that seemed to listen to her own music most of the time. She was a pretty woman around forty with bleached platinum hair that spiked all over her head, and she gave back any verbal shit as good as she got. Georgie got his leathers all sweaty every time he saw her. They had a love-hate thing going, and Knight privately thought they deserved each other. Ralph had been an odd duck, but she had married him and buried him, and now three months later, she was showing her own personality.
    “Well I figure you’re here