Chrome & Leather: Liars Tomb (Motorcycle Club Romance) by Deep Pink

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER ONE
     
    The motorbike hummed beneath me as we sped along the cracked black asphalt of the winding road. I clung to Jack "BlackJack" Stone as he skilfully tilted the bike into the corners. I gripped him tight and rested my head against his broad imposing back. 
    We were fleeing a scene of death and destruction. The last thing I had seen when he gunned the engine and my head whipped back as the bike growled to life, was injured men lying dead and bleeding in the car park. It had been an all out frontal assault on Jack Stone and with my help we had escaped unharmed.
    For me the hard part was now just beginning. I am an undercover cop tasked with building a case against Jack Stones motorcycle gang. They are a highly secretive group suspected to be involved with gun running, drug dealing, bank robberies and several other highly violent crimes. The gang had dealings with the Koreans, the Mexicans and the Columbians. If I could successfully infiltrate them and build a case, the special crimes unit could put away a lot of scum bags.
    The events in the bar earlier today had been nothing but sheer luck for me. I had saved Stones life when I had blasted an assailant about to shoot him in the back. We had gunned our way out of the bar and here I was now clinging to him on his massive bike as we wound our way along the back country roads.
    When Captain Travers gave one of his many speeches to the members of the elite Special Crimes unit he often used the colourful image of being naked on a tightrope with a pit of rabid and snarling dogs below to describe the job of an undercover detective. Right now I felt like I had taken the first steps onto that tightrope and I hadn't even wobbled. This was only the beginning and danger and peril lay ahead and the rabid dogs are hungry for my flesh.
    I squeezed my arms a little tighter around Jack Stones waist appreciating his taught muscles under my embrace. I would have to get close to him if I wanted to become integral to his gang. This was part of the job and we all knew that when undercover situations like this would arise, sometimes we would have to get intimate to keep our cover in place. If you want to stay on the tightrope you have to do anything possible to maintain your balance. I was not going to fall. The rabid dogs would not get me. I repeated this mantra over and over in my mind, partly to calm myself and partly to reassure myself. The following few hours would be no time for self doubt.
    I clung to Stone and pushed all fears to the back of my mind. I was now Linda Lake and any sign of fear or doubt would put me in danger. The veil of this assumed character enshrouded me. 
    The scenery whipped by as we sped along. It was mostly flat scrub brush and wide open pitted dirt fields. As we turned a bend we passed by a large open cemetery. Standing close to an old rusted iron gate stood a tall man with greying hair in a dark suit. By his side was a small blonde boy dressed in a matching suit. As we roared past them the tall man raised his arm and pointed directly at us. His arm hung in the air and one bony finger followed our passage along the road. A chill ran down my spine and I involuntarily squeezed Jack Stone very tight. The bike juddered and weaved close to the centre line and then he had it back in control. I must of jolted him with the unexpected force of my embrace.
    A few minutes later the bike slowed down and we pulled to a stop outside an old dilapidated garage and convenience store. He got off the bike and turned to me. His face was an ashen pale colour.
    "Are you ok?" I said.
    Jack unzipped his leather jacket slowly and before it was even open half way I could see his T shirt was soaked in blood. He winced as he pulled his shirt away from his skin. Fresh rivulets of blood ran down his side and pooled on the cracked asphalt. He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned on me shifting his weight as he gritted his teeth.
    "One of those fuckers winged