Steel Justice (A Romantic Suspense) Read Free Page B

out.
    By whatever means necessary.
    Unfortunately, we were only partially successful. Several Liberators were killed during a shootout. A few others were arrested for the prostitution of young girls for sex and pornography.
    Even after all this, the leader of the Liberators, Big Roy, and his top crew members managed to escape. Someone from the police department tipped them off before the raid. Being the fucking cowards they are, they let their newest members take the fall for the club.
    The Liberators have been in hiding for months now. Nobody has seen or heard from them. Or if they have, they sure as hell aren’t talking.
    The thought of Big Roy still out there somewhere eats at me like a festering wound every single day. I know he will show his ugly face sooner or later. He isn’t the type of man to hide out in a mountain cabin forever because he likes terrorizing people too much to lay low for long. When he comes out of hiding, I’ll be there waiting for him.
    Roger doesn’t need to know any of this though. I believe in sharing information only on a ‘need to know’ basis.
    “Nothing major happened,” I finally answer, downplaying the situation. “Same old shit, you know. The FBI is looking for them, so I highly doubt they will show up here. You don’t need to worry about it.”
    “Good to know. I don’t want any trouble this week.”
    “That makes two of us.”

***
    F lint spots me trying to make my way through the crowd and waves me over to join the rest of the MC. From the flushed looks on their faces, I guess the other members of the Steel Infidels are already on their fourth or fifth drink.
    I’m a little surprised and pleased to see that Flint has obviously imbibed his fair share of alcohol, too. Now that he is engaged, he tries to keep the partying down to a minimum.
    At least when his fiancée, Kendra, is around.
    I know better than anyone that there is still a wild streak in my brother that can never be fully tamed. Kendra probably senses it as well. To her credit, she loves and accepts him the way he is without trying to change him. She is a great asset to the club and has shown her loyalty many times over. Flint is damn lucky to have her. 
    I don’t know many women who would be willing to put up with us. The life of an old lady in a motorcycle club isn’t easy. There are rules to follow and a strict chain of command. The men run the show and the ladies follow with no questions asked. It is either put up or get out.
    The motorcycle club always comes first.
    No matter what.
    “Any alcohol left for me?” I ask. “Or did you boys drain the bottom of the barrels already?”
    The men step aside to make room for me between them. I turn to Flint. “I see you’ve already had a couple.”
    He laughs and lifts the glass. “I’m making the best of my limited time left as a single man. Time is slipping away like the sand in an hourglass. I can’t waste a second.”
    I clap him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Kendra is going to make you toe the line once you two are married. So you had better drink up while you have the chance.”
    Flint drains his glass and slams it on the bar. “You’re right, and I couldn’t be happier about it.”
    I take a mental count of the group and notice one member is missing. Not surprisingly, it is our other brother, Sam. He is the youngest member of the MC and at times can be completely out of control. Sam loves the ladies more than anything else in this world, and they love him. This makes for a continuous shit heap of drama where he is concerned.
    I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night more times than I can count by women on our front doorstep crying over Sam. If it gets much worse, we may be forced to move to a secret location deep in the caves of Afghanistan.
    “Where the hell is Sam?” I ask. “I thought he rode over from the hotel with you guys.”
    “Oh, he did,” Flint answers with a slight slur to his voice. He turns around on the bar