Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,29

note that access to the level above seems to be security controlled, and once again marvel at the differences in this club. No tech knowledge be damned. They aren’t living in the stone age, no, they’ve gone far beyond.

Music is again playing quietly in the elevator, the type that gets on my nerves. That generic nothing played on a constant loop that gets stuck in your brain. Why the fuck they have it, I’ve no idea.

Leaving my questions about the security access for now, I jerk my head toward the speakers.

“Is that really necessary?”

“What?” She frowns. “Oh, the music.”

“Music?”

She chuckles. “Honor’s joke. I don’t even notice it now.”

“Thought an MC would have something more gutsy. Hard rock at least.”

Now she eyes me seriously. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

With that enigmatic statement, it seems we’ve arrived. When the metallic voice announces the doors are opening, I step out.

The corridor could be that I’d find in any impersonal hotel I’ve ever stayed in. Doors off to either side, the only thing distinguishing one from the other is the number on the door. Swift stops in front of the one marked ‘11’ and I notice that she turns her back on me as she presents yet another key card to the lock. I have an inward laugh at myself, knowing she’s written me off as no threat. But it would be a stupid man that tried to overpower her as I’d earlier witnessed, and also, if I’m to learn anything of benefit to Drummer, she, my partner, would appear to hold all the keys, and I’m not referring only to the one she’s holding in her hand.

The light flashes red then green, and Swift presses delicate fingers to the handle, slight but deadly as she’s already demonstrated. I suspect she’s learned how to pry out a man’s eyeballs with them, or twist off his dick without the need for the bionics that Bolt has.

I laugh at myself. The thought of Swift’s hand on my cock is one I have to put out of my mind fast. She’s akin to a brother.

As standing behind her gives me a decent view of her pert ass, I entertain a niggling thought that that’s going to be harder than it should be to remember.

Again, similar to many hotel rooms, the key card slides into a holder by the side of the door and when Swift has done just that, immediately the lights come on.

“Really?” I question again.

“It saves on electricity,” she replies. “There’s a spare card in the desk so you can leave this one here if you’re charging something.” I think we both remember at the same time that they’ll have left me nothing to charge. She changes tack. “I’ll be here in the morning. Zero eight hundred hours suit?”

It suits. Fucking early though for a man who’s used to working the late shift at a strip club.

“I’ll be ready.”

“Oh, here’s Brute now.” She steps back to let the big man put my bags just inside the door, then her eyes meet mine once again. “Goodnight.”

I won’t pretend to be surprised that after giving her a moment to walk away, when I reach for the door handle, I find it locked from the outside.

I’m a prisoner. A cursory search of my bags shows my tablet is gone. With Pip in possession of my cell, there is no way for me to reach Drummer.

7

Swift…

I enter my own room a few doors down from Road’s and for a moment lean my back against the door and close my eyes.

My background is no secret from anyone here, but I don’t often expose my wounds to the world, preferring to move on rather than look back. Road’s first question had challenged me, opened a need in me to explain why a woman with my background fits the bill of someone attracted to joining an MC, even if they don’t have a dick swinging between their legs.

I have to admit there aren’t too many clubs I could join. A women-only club had never appealed to me, in fact, it wasn’t until I’d met Pip that I thought any MC would become my new home. He’d had to convince me to give it a try. But once I saw what this chapter of the Satan’s Devils stood for, the tables had turned, and I knew I wanted nothing more than to earn my place to ride beside them.

A woman being able to try out for the SAS is a very big