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  Flash

  Iron Thunder MC #2

  Kasey Krane

  Savannah Rylan

  Copyright © 2020 by Kasey Krane & Savannah Rylan

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  Contents

  1. Flash

  2. Allegra

  3. Flash

  4. Allegra

  5. Flash

  6. Allegra

  7. Flash

  8. Allegra

  9. Flash

  10. Allegra

  11. Flash

  12. Allegra

  13. Flash

  14. Allegra

  15. Flash

  16. Allegra

  17. Flash

  18. Allegra

  19. Flash

  20. Allegra

  Sneak Peak at Drax

  About Kasey Krane

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  About Savannah Rylan

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  1

  Flash

  I was alone in the common room. Well, Sophie was around somewhere, fixing me a drink apparently, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I could hear her humming a tune in the background, she always did that when she worked. Tonight, it just annoyed me; I had too much on my mind.

  The maps and plans were spread out in front of me on the table; I needed to come up with a new route for our Club Run. This was getting on my nerves, as I’d had it all planned for the last run. It would have gone smoothly and we would have followed a carefully charted-out route—if it wasn’t for those Silver Knights fuckers who fucked up everything.

  I growled under my breath as I poured over another map, tracing a possible route with my finger.

  “You look distressed.” I heard Sophie behind me. She was carrying a tray on her hip, just one glass of whisky on it. She didn’t need to carry it like that, but I had a feeling Sophie was under the assumption that it added sex appeal.

  “Yeah, this thing is fucking ridiculous. We don’t have the time to plan out a new route. I don’t even know most of these places,” I said.

  Sophie set down the tray with the glass in front of me and stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders. I straightened up in my seat when I felt them.

  “What you need is someone to help you relax,” she said in a low seductive voice. Her small hands kneaded my shoulder blades in a circular motion. I had to admit she sure knew what to do.

  But I clenched my jaws and stiffened my shoulders in protest.

  “I’m trying to get some work done here,” I snapped and yanked myself away from her.

  If she was offended, she didn’t show it, not yet anyway.

  “Why do you need a new route for the run?” she asked, standing beside me with one hand hooked on her protruding hip. I glared at the maps.

  “Because our last one’s been compromised. Everything’s been compromised since they turned that idiot Chip,” I growled, running a hand through my short-cropped hair.

  I could sense Sophie watching me closely. I didn’t want to be watched right now. I just wanted to complain and grunt and work—alone.

  “But I thought all he did was turn over that shipment to them. That was it, right?” she continued.

  I looked at her now. When she saw the expression on my face, she retreated a little. Maybe, finally, she could see how pissed off I was.

  “That boy compromised everything for us. Not only did he give away our shipment to them, but he betrayed us. We can’t be sure what else he told them. What other information he gave them. Now that we got our shipment back, it’s very likely that those fuckers are going to lie in wait to attack us.”

  Sophie took in a deep breath and came toward me again.

  “Maybe you’re looking too much into this. Cassie…she said she knows her brother, she said Chip promised he didn’t give any other information away.”

  Cursing under my breath, I looked up at Sophie with rage.

  “Cassie is Bolt’s girl now. I’m fuckin’ happy for him, but that doesn’t mean I have to take her word as the Gospel truth. Maybe she doesn’t know her brother as well as she thinks she does.” My voice was a growl, dripping with anger. I tried hard…very hard, to accept the fact that Bolt was a one-man woman now.

  I just couldn’t wrap my head around it.

  How had he willingly agreed to fuck just one woman for the rest of his life? How could he be that stupid? We were brothers-in-arms. I thought I knew him. I thought he was the last person, just like me, to fall for all that romantic bullshit. And now he’d set up a home with this chick!

  The sister of the Prospect who betrayed us to the Silver Knights. What the fuck was that about?

  “You lost in thought?” Sophie asked. When I looked at her now, I saw a soft smile on her face. “You know, you’re a worrier. An over-thinker. You just need to relax and take it easy sometimes, Flash. I know just the cure for it.”

  She was touching her neck with her long manicured red fingernails. Her mouth was large, the red lipstick bright and sexy. I imagined what that mouth would look like around my hard, thrusting cock.

  But I looked away.

  I didn’t want to fuck Sophie.

  Well, I guess I wanted to fuck her. Who wouldn’t? But I knew if I did it once, she’d start expecting it every time we were alone. And who knew what else she’d start expecting? The last thing I needed right now was that sort of complication in my life.

  “I need you to leave me alone so I can finish this up,” I said, turning my gaze back to the maps again. Sophie remained standing there for a few extra moments, watching me, probably in shock that I still didn’t respond to her advances.

  Eventually, she let out an icy ‘humph’, whipped around and walked away. I heard the receding clicks of her heels as she walked to the bar. Good. Finally, some peace and quiet.

  I rubbed a hand over my face and then sipped the whisky in silence. I wasn’t just frustrated with having to come up with this new route; it was more than that. We still didn’t know the full repercussions of this battle we had started with the Silver Knights. Things were awfully quiet around here since we’d raided their holding cell and stolen our shipment back.

  This kind of silence didn’t fill me with confidence. I could feel a storm brewing around us. Did anyone else notice? Or was it just me? Or was Sophie right in claiming that I was overthinking this?

  The route was finally completed, and I’d already spent more time on it than necessary. I was too distracted, too unsure about this plan. I was thinking about trying to convince the rest of the MC to drop the next Club Run.

  The door of the common room slammed open. The handle dug into the wall and made an irritating scraping sound.

  I looked up to find Bolt striding in.

  “You lookin’ for something?” I asked.

  I could see a piece of paper waving in his hand as he came toward me.

  “Yeah, and the rest of the Club.”

  “Aren’t they out there?”

  “I can’t find Drax or Ghost or the others anywhere.”

  I shrugged and sat back in my seat.

  “What’s up?” I asked and Bolt clenched his jaws.

  “Nothing good,” he said and held up the piece of paper. “You don’t want to know.”

  I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t kidding when he said I wouldn’t want to know.

  “Give it the fuck here,” I growled and reached f
or the paper from him.

  I read it once, then I read it again. This had to be some sort of joke. I looked up at Bolt and his eyes were wide and enraged.

  It was like someone had read my mind.

  “They’ve declared war on us?” I jumped up from the chair, spittle flying from my mouth in anger. I saw red. I could have driven my fist through the table, but I managed to hold back.

  “We found the paper in Cassie’s pocket. They must’ve slipped it there when they had her.” Bolt looked like he was in the same place as me—about to bust a vein.

  “Fuck. Fuck Fuck!” This was exactly the shit I’d been hoping wouldn’t happen, expecting the Silver Knights would just drop it. They were the ones who’d started this. A war between our MCs meant there was going to be some serious damage.

  “Fuck is right,” Bolt said, running a hand through his hair. I wanted to say it—I was bursting to say it. This was all Chip’s fault. And what about his girl? Chip’s sister. Drax had agreed to bring her into the Club, to offer her protection as Bolt’s girl.

  “Don’t you fuckin’ look at me like that. This is not Cassie’s fault. She didn’t make her asshole brother do this,” Bolt growled.

  I looked away from him and nodded. He was right. It was done now. The war had begun and nothing either of us could change that.

  “We need to go find Drax and call Church. We need to prepare ourselves for an attack,” I said.

  “Then let’s go look for them together.”

  I grabbed my leather cut and we were out of there. I knew there was something sinister about tonight. A full-on war with the Silver Knights meant that nothing was going to be the same again.

  2

  Allegra

  It was cold outside when I stepped out of my car. It was early in the morning and I’d spent the night in the backseat. My joints felt stiff, and I was aching all over. Was it possible I’d aged a decade in the past few weeks?

  I’d driven to this gas station so I could use their toilets. Fluffing up my hair with my fingers, I fixed a neutral cheery expression on my face as I walked into the store. The door opened and a bell dinged. I hated the attention these bells drew the moment you entered a place.

  A big woman with thick glasses was behind the counter, her face puffy and her hair looked messy, like she’d just woken up from sleep too.

  The shop was empty so I walked around the aisles for a few moments. I’d already looked through my purse and calculated how much I could actually spend on food today.

  It wasn’t much.

  The truth was that I was broke.

  I hadn’t had a consistent source of income for months now, so gas money was more important to me at the moment than comfort or food. So whatever bits of tips I did actually make, I had to save, so I could keep the tank full at all times.

  I was afraid I would have to make a run for it at a moment’s notice, always looking over my shoulder. I needed to make sure my car was good to go.

  I picked up a protein bar—pretty much the only thing I could afford—and eyed a bottle of water, but decided I wasn’t too thirsty. I could wait till I got to the bar later in the evening.

  The woman at the counter looked me up and down.

  “Just this?” she asked when I plonked the protein bar down.

  “Uh-huh.” I tried to smile while rummaging in my pocket for the change, but she stared at me with a bored expression, like she couldn’t forgive me for disturbing her peace for one measly protein bar.

  I thanked her and left, clutching the bar tightly in the pocket of my jacket then going to sit in my car while my stomach rumbled.

  I ripped the packaging open and took a small bite. It was too sweet, too sticky in my mouth. A few months ago, I would have thrown this away in disgust. What, a protein bar for breakfast? I was usually pretty healthy in my eating habits and would have advocated a piece of fruit or scrambled eggs instead. But right now, I didn’t have the luxury of either of those choices.

  I ate the bar and scrunched up the packaging and threw it in the backseat. I didn’t even care about the cleanliness of my car anymore. It was all about survival. Just keeping on going on till I was sure I had run far away enough.

  I sat in my seat, staring out at the emptiness of the road. The loneliness of the gas station. My life had looked a lot different a months ago, but at least now—at least now, I was my own person, in charge of my own life.

  I was aware of what people saw when they looked at me.

  A young, attractive woman who could have the world in the palm of her hands. What they didn’t know was how I had secrets just like the rest of them. I had them in bucket-loads, and they hung around me and followed me around like a dark cloud.

  When I was a teenager, flirting with boys and breaking hearts in high school, I’d never thought I’d end up on the run. I never thought I would be in this position where my life was constantly in danger.

  But I hadn’t met Billy yet.

  He came into my life and everything changed. I thought I’d found my man, thought I was lucky and living some kind of fairytale. I was naive.

  Now, I was sitting in the front seat of my car, listening to the cackling voices on the radio. It was cold in here. I rubbed my arms, the car still parked on the side of the road across from a deserted building.

  I had some time to kill. Actually, a lot of time.

  Luckily enough, I’d managed to score a job in this town, one I’d never been to before. The bartender at this place, Hank, who hired me, was old and nice, the kind of man who took one look at me and decided he was going to give me a job because he couldn’t turn me away.

  I knew I wouldn’t stay here long, knew I’d be spooked very soon and go on the run again, but I needed this job. The tips each night would help me get to the next town.

  And now I was waiting in my car, waiting for time to tick by till I could go to the bar for my shift. I looked forward to it, closed my eyes and pictured it in my head. Low lights, warm, an abundance of water and bar snacks to nibble on. Hank’s friendly smile, making jokes behind the counter with the regulars.

  It was the prospect of going to the bar that kept me going. I knew if I could just get through today, then maybe tomorrow I could leave. Maybe in a few days. I didn’t know where I would go, but I’d go somewhere, anywhere from here. I couldn’t remain in one place too long.

  I kept my eyes closed and tried to imagine the life I’d left behind. The life that had been mine many months ago—almost a year? I’d stopped counting the days a long time back. Most times, I didn’t even know what day of the week it was.

  It wasn’t a bad life. It was comfortable. I was happy, or at least, I thought I was. Back then, I didn’t even know how lucky I was to have a roof over my head, to have friends and job, and three meals a day. A closet full of clothes and shoes and makeup.

  Maybe I’d taken it all for granted. Maybe it was my own vanity that was at fault. All my life, I’d been told repeatedly how beautiful I was, aware of the special attention I always attracted. The guys who fought over me in the background. The way other girls looked at me, like my looks were reasons to hate me.

  I didn’t want to be vain, tried not to use my looks to my advantage. I had a lot of insecurities myself, tried to make friends and be nice to people as best I could. It was everyone else who treated me differently. Like they were all just lying in wait, waiting for me to mess my life up somehow.

  And then Billy had come along and made me feel special. He was so confident in himself. Unlike the other guys I’d grown up around in my town, Billy wasn’t afraid to talk to me, wasn’t intimidated by the way I looked.

  I was taken by that. I liked the feeling of not being treated like I was made of porcelain. Our arguments started from the very beginning of our relationship. We were passionate, our relationship electrically charged. But I’d been foolish enough to think that was exciting. Finally, I was living!

  I had no idea that Billy, the man I thought I’d end up marrying, would b
e the man I’d spend the rest of my life running from.

  As I sat in the car, my eyes flew open, darting around quickly to make sure nobody was watching me. I’d been lost in thought of my old life, Billy, the house we were going to make our home.

  I felt sick to my stomach, like I was going to throw up that protein bar I’d just eaten. I clutched the steering wheel tight and allowed the feeling to wash over me like a wave. Just a few moments, then it passed.

  It had been nearly a year that I was on the run from my secrets. Nearly a year that I was living in my car with nothing more than a small bag with exactly three sets of changes of clothes. Nothing more to my name.

  As that overwhelming feeling passed, I felt hot tears pricking the backs of my eyelids. How much longer would I have to do this? What was the point in even living like this? Maybe it was time I faced up to that dark cloud hanging over me.

  Maybe…

  No. I wasn’t ready yet. Would I ever be?

  I was relieved when it was nearly time for my shift to begin. I drove up to the bar and parked where I could always keep an eye on my car as I worked behind the counter.

  In the rearview mirror, I quickly brushed my hair and put on some dark lipstick in order to make myself look presentable. What I could really do with was a shower.

  Sometimes, after my shift, I’d ask Hank if I could use the special bathroom upstairs to take a quick one. Hank didn’t know much about me and thankfully didn’t ask me questions.

  A shower was something he didn’t deny me when I asked.