Swerve: Boosted Hearts (Volume 1) Read Free

As long as Hugh and his brother Joe met the deadline for their deliveries, when the last shipment rolled out they’d be released from the debt.
    Sleeping with a willing woman who could take it as hard as he could give it had always been his way to work off steam, de-stress from all the shit raining down on him. The lack of action lately was obviously messing with his head.
    He pulled up out front, and the garage door slid up immediately. Adam, Hugh’s best friend, was waiting on the other side, hands in the pockets of his faded jeans. The guy did not look happy when he saw Hugh had company. No surprises there. It was a dumb fucking thing to do, bringing her here. Giving her a ride in the first place.
    He and Adam had boosted cars together when they were teenagers. Shit had been messed up at home, for both of them. Hugh had desperately needed money, and they’d taken the wrong path. A path they’d both gotten the hell off as soon as they could. A path they thought they’d left behind years ago, but thanks to his father, they’d been sucked back in.
    Adam didn’t need to be caught up in Hugh’s mess, but when everything had fallen to shit, Adam had stuck his neck out. Now Adam was all in, which made bringing her here a dick move and one that could get them a long stretch in a prison cell.
    Shutting off the car, Hugh climbed out. The passenger door opened and closed behind him, and Adam’s blue gaze moved over Hugh’s shoulder, locking onto Poison Ivy.
    “Who’s your friend?”
    Yep, pissed.
    She moved up, smiling brightly. “I’m Shay.”
    Shay . The name suited her.
    “Well, hey there, Shay. Nice costume.” Adam’s disbelieving and very unhappy gaze slid back to Hugh.
    He ignored the guy and glanced down at his new friend, who was now blushing. God, so pretty. “Wait here a sec, babe. Just need a word.”
    She gave him a little nod, turning that smile on him, big green eyes moving over his face then dropping to his mouth. His balls tightened. Goddammit . He gave Adam a shove in the other direction, and thankfully, he followed Hugh across the shop floor and waited until they were out of earshot before speaking up.
    “What in the ever-loving fuck?”
    Hugh rubbed the back of his neck. “I know I screwed up, so save it. Some guy was hassling her. I offered her a ride home. What else could I do?”
    Yeah, judging by the way Adam’s brows hit his hairline, a vein popping behind the feather tattoo on the side of his neck, Hugh’s lame excuse sounded as stupid to his friend as it did to Hugh.
    “I don’t know, how about calling her a cab? You gave her a ride in a goddamn stolen car?” Adam gritted out between clenched teeth.
    Hugh planted his hands on his hips, feeling his anger rise, not that he had any right to it. “I’m taking her home now. She doesn’t know a damn thing.” He glanced around the workshop. “Where’s Joe? You’re gonna have to do this one without me.”
    “He’ll be here in a few.” Adam shook his head, shoved a hand through his dark hair. “What in the hell were you thinking?”
    He hadn’t been. Not at all. “Don’t have time for this conversation. You want her gone, right?”
    Adam just stared at him. Hugh didn’t blame him. He wasn’t exactly acting like himself. He was the cautious one, the responsible one these days, weighing every option, every possible outcome. Every risk. He’d done none of that tonight.
    “Go, by all means, have fun.” Sarcasm dripped from Adam’s voice, his eyes narrowed, pissed as hell. “You’ve already gone this far, may as well finish what you started.”
    I intend to . He didn’t say that out loud, though; the situation was screwed enough without him starting a brawl with his best friend in the middle of their workshop.
    He headed back to Shay, who was standing there in that barely there costume, showing off an abundance of soft, sexy curves and a sweet little smile that made his mouth go dry.
    “Let’s get out of here.” Taking her