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I got back on my bike, my hands shaking as I gripped the handlebars. As I rode away, the image of Boiler’s grateful eyes stayed with me. Despite everything, despite the lines drawn between us, I had done the right thing.
Chapter 2
Tank
In my cabin behind the Roost that I shared with Pixie, I slipped into my favorite little black dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places, not too different from my leather and denim. However, tonight, I wasn't Tank, the notorious biker bitch of the Hell on Heelz MC. Tonight, I was just a woman out on the town with her sisters.
Leaving our Harleys behind, Pixie, Razor, and I strolled into the upscale bar downtown, blending in seamlessly with the well-dressed crowd. We looked like any other group of women out for a good time, but our plan was far from innocent. Well, not exactly like any other women. We weren’t just eye candy. We were the whole damn meal. Conning some rich assholes out of their money and their pride was the end goal, and we were damn good at it.
We spotted our targets easily—two douchebags flashing a lot of cash and ogling every woman that walked by. They were ripe for the picking. With a shared glance and a sly smile, we made our move.
Pixie led the charge, her sweet, innocent act drawing them in like moths to a flame. "Hi there, boys. Mind if we join you?" She chewed on her gum. Girl always had something in her mouth.
The taller one, a blond with a Rolex, grinned like a shark. "Not at all. I'm Brad, and this is Todd."
I fought a laugh.
"Lovely to meet you," Razor purred, sliding into the seat next to Todd. "I'm Vicky, and these are my friends, Emily and Sarah."
I wondered which one I was. Names didn't matter tonight. What mattered was the game, and we were playing to win.
Drinks flowed freely as we flirted and laughed, the men basking in the attention. They had no idea they were being played, not until it was too late. With a bit of sleight of hand, we managed to swipe their wallets and car keys. It was almost too easy.
"Hey, why don't we take this party somewhere more private?" Pixie suggested, batting her eyelashes.
Brad, already half-drunk and fully stupid, agreed immediately. "Yeah, let's go to my place. Got a killer view and some good booze."
"Sounds perfect," I said, slipping my arm through his. "Lead the way. I doubt we’ll all fit in your… what kind of car did you boys say you drove?”
“You can ride in the Vette, sweetheart. The others will call a ride and follow us.”
I gave Pixie a look.
We hadn’t made it outside yet. She spoke up, “Sorry, a pitstop, I have to go to the little girls’ room.”
Little was right. Pixie was tiny, and she’d slip right out the window and be waiting with the car running.
As Razor and I made our way to the parking lot, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. Brad pointed out his car, and we rushed to the shiny red Corvette and slid in. Pixie was at the wheel. The engine roared to life, and we sped off, leaving the men scrambling in our wake.
We only drove for a few blocks before ditching the car in an alley. The Corvette was just too tiny for all three of us. It was a nice trophy, but we weren’t looking to spend a night in the slammer. The real prize was the cash in their wallets. We left the cards in the car.
"Time to disappear," Razor said, pocketing the loot.
We thought we were home free until we heard the shouts and saw the men sprinting toward us. They must have chased us down on foot. Idiots.
"Go," I hissed to Pixie and Razor. "I'll handle this."
"Tank, no—" Pixie started, but I cut her off.
"Just go. Meet me back at the Roost."
Reluctantly, they took off, leaving me to face Brad and Todd alone.
"You bitches think you can rob us and get away with it?" Brad snarled, lunging at me. “I’ll teach you a lesson.”
“You think you can handle this? You couldn't handle my shadow.”
I sidestepped easily, landing a solid punch to his gut that doubled him over. Todd came at me next, but I was ready, my fists and feet moving in a brutal dance as I kicked him in the balls.
