Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,5

my cousin looked at me. Then she smiled.

“You would’ve made a great addition to this crew,” she said.

I threw my hands in the air. “I’d rather die or be stalked than endure this. Someone let me out!”

Slash clapped her hand over my mouth. “Shut up or you’ll get us all killed.”

We’re already dead.

She slowly removed her hand and I went back to staring at the wall. This situation was hopeless, and I was stuck in it with the moteliest crew of idiots I’d ever come across. How these girls managed to function on a daily basis was beyond me. I settled my forehead back against my knees and drew in a deep breath. I let it out through my mouth, let it in through my nose, and tried to relax as much as I could.

But the truth of the matter was that I had already accepted my death. I’d already accepted the fact that if these guys didn’t kill us, my ex just might. It was clear to me I wasn’t getting out of here with any money. So, beyond what Slash would eventually pay off for me, I didn’t have a dime to my name to make a run out of Hillridge Springs.

That’s what you get for dating a bad boy, Hannah.

“And I swear I’ll never date another so long as I live,” I murmured.

“What was that?” Slash asked.

“My last will and testament, Slash.”

She patted my shin. “We’re getting out of this. Don’t go planning your funeral just yet.”

“Oh, Lord. We’re stuck here forever,” I groaned.

Before footsteps lumbered down the hallway.

3

Ash

Link whispered. “All right. This is good. All good. Okay?”

I slowly looked over at Link as he talked to himself from beyond the bushes we stood behind.

“Trailer’s there, check. Doesn’t look like it’s been moved, check.”

I blinked. “Getting annoying as we go on, check.”

He snickered. “Better than not being prepared again, am I right?”

I shrugged as I turned my attention back to the compound in front of us. It had taken us some time once we arrived back in Hillridge Springs to track this place. I wasn’t sure what this place was or what it meant to the Golden Jags, but I wasn’t about to start asking questions now. This crew seemed to be following the idea of throwing ourselves out onto ledges we had no business being on, and I needed to get used to rolling with that shit.

So, I watched for any signs of—

“There.” I pointed.

Link scooted up next to me. “Where? What’s happening?”

I pointed again. “Three o’clock, two men with guns. And I see lights flashing down the road.”

“Think they’re bringing in another shipment.”

“I’d assume so. Just don’t know of what. These the drug guys or the trafficking guys?”

He shook his head. “Fucking hell.”

Took the words right out of my mouth.

If they were bringing in more drugs, then we didn’t have much to worry about. But if they were bringing in more girls? Or worse, more guns? We’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble. We were already outmatched two-to-one, judging by my count. And the last thing we needed was for them to have superior firepower.

“Still see those lights?” Link asked.

I shook my head. “No. Doesn’t mean it’s not coming, though.”

“Are you saying we should strike while we’ve got the chance?”

I peeked over at him. “I’m saying we should’ve struck ten minutes ago when we had that free window I spotted. But this’ll do.”

He grinned. “On my mark, then.”

I watched as Link slowly inched his way from bush to bush. It had been a long time since we’d scouted shit like this. But it always worked. We always expected the worst but hoped for the best. So, even though we were only staring at one massive cabin, we also understood that there could be more abandoned cabins around with more people inside.

Golden Jags and women alike.

I crouched there, waiting for Link to get back to me. Because once he was at my side, I knew we’d storm in. I pulled one of my guns from my left hip and checked the clip to make sure it was fully loaded. Then, I did the same for the gun on my right hip. I checked the two smaller ones I had strapped to my ankles, and I made sure the knife blades in each of my pockets were ready for a brawl. I always packed heat. Whether it was gun-heat, knife-heat, or two-by-four-heat, I always made sure I had a weapon ready in case I