Taken: Rough Devils MC Book 1 (BWWM Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Free Page B

staff
and they all seemed to be being extra polite to me today. Whether it was
because I’d just gotten the biggest story of the year or because they knew I’d
be a big player now, I didn’t know.
     
    It
wasn’t as though I was universally hated or anything, but I certainly didn’t
have any friends here. To throw me a party and actually recognize me was
surprising all on its own. I’d never gotten much appreciation around the office
even though I know I’d been the hardest worker from day one.
     
    Hopefully
things would change now. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling even if I tried.
The rest of the day was spent having fun at the office and I was really
enjoying myself – until they brought out the cake.
     
    It
was a huge store bought chocolate cake. It took two guys to carry it, it was so
big. My mouth watered as they brought it over and another wave of gratitude washed
over me. This was looking to be the happiest day of my life!
     
    My
smile faded as they set it down. The cake said “Good luck over there, Sasha!”
     
    “Uh
guys, what does that mean?” I asked pointing. Good luck where? Was I being
promoted to a bigger office or something? I certainly wasn’t about to get
fired.
     
    “You
haven’t told her yet?” asked one of my co-workers.
     
    Dave
shook his head. “There wasn’t enough time.”
     
    “Tell
me what?” I demanded, my heart racing with excitement.
     
    “Sasha
I’m promoting you. You’re going to be one of my state journalists!”
     
    What?
     
    “Uh
what is that exactly?”
     
    He
beckoned to me and turned to his office.
     
    “Maybe
we’d better talk about this inside.”
     
    I
followed him into his office and shut the door behind me, not sure if I should
be terrified or elated.
     
    “Sasha,
we’re all very proud of you and that huge story you brought us. You’re
basically a celebrity! I think you need a change of scenery though. I’m going
to have you go to Dallas, Texas and report on a motorcycle club gang called
Rough Devils.”
     
    He
waited for me to respond but I was too surprised. A
motorcycle gang? Going from Washington DC to Texas? What the fuck?
     
    “Uh,
why me and why to Texas?” I asked, trying to be as polite as
possible.
     
    He
averted his eyes and stared at the doorway. Was that guilt in his eyes? I
couldn’t be sure.
     
    “Well
I just think you’d be the right person for the job. Plus the pay is much better
and I figured you’d appreciate that. It wouldn’t be a permanent thing; you only
have to stay there for one or two months tops.”
     
    I
sat back in my chair and tried to absorb this information.
     
    “So
I’d be getting paid to report on a motorcycle gang. What would I have to do?
Just take pictures of them getting beers or something?”
     
    He
leaned forward ominously.
     
    “Not
exactly. I want you to get close to them. I want you to find out what they do, where
they go, who’s involved. From what I hear, they aren’t as dangerous as some of
the other gangs around the area, but I would still play it safe. You shouldn’t
have too much trouble.”
     
    “But
why go there in the first place? What’s so special about them? What sets them
apart from all the other gangs around the country?”
     
    He
averted his eyes again. I knew there was something he wasn’t telling me and it
made me nervous.
     
    “My
boss just says it’s important to learn about what they’re up to. They’ve only
been around a couple years so they’re relatively new. But they are pretty big
down there in Texas now. I think you’ll enjoy it,” he said, smiling at her.
     
    I
wasn’t so sure.
     
    “When
do I leave for this assignment?”
     
    “You’ll
be catching a plane on Friday. I have your hotel booked for one month, but if
you find anything interesting I may pull you out sooner.”
     
    I
nodded. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Plus I’d get more money, which didn’t
hurt. There was something about this that seemed a little fishy