Sharing Freedom
Authors: Harley McRide
Tags: #erotic, #Contemporary, #MCs & Bikers, #Menage
Sharing Freedom
Ops Warriors MC
Book
One
By
Harley McRide
© Copyright
April
201
4
JK Publishing
, Inc.
ISBN #
9781310789977
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April
201
4
by JK Publishing
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Artwork
by Jess Buffett
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This is for my husband and my ‘family’, who have supported and encouraged me since
I said I wanted to write. I would never have been able to do this without my best
friends, Mickey, Caro, Anita, and SB. You guys are my inspiration!
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The sound of feet
as
they hit the pavement was the only thing that
could
be heard echoing
down the
dark lonely road
. Her
car broke down a few miles back, and she was nowhere far enough away from the ones
who would come for her.
They
would
kill her if they found her, and she would be damned if she would go down without
a fight.
When sh
e'd
graduated from college with her degree in
accounting,
she had been excited.
Her father’s business had been her first client, one she had been proud to finally
take over. Her
family’s
restaurant
had been a staple in the community of Riverton, Nevada for fifty years.
Growing up she knew her parents had different views on child
rearing;
her mother was softer
,
more caring, while her father was demanding and hard.
The small town had once been on the brink of desertion when a company came in and
discovered the small town two hours south of Vegas held something that Sin City didn’t
—
actual gold.
The unknow
n owner had helped rebuild the town to what it was now.
She
had looked up to her father since she was as s
mall child, seeing him as a super-hero almost.
Getting his approval had meant everything to her.
The sad part was she had never gotten it, he always told her she was just a female.
No matter how hard she worked and tried, he never gave her the praise she desired.
He was a cold and unfeeling bastard, and she had been living in a dream world.
However
,
last night
,
it
had
all came crashing down around her when she heard her father agree to turn her over
to a man he owed money to as collateral. The man lived in a town across the river
in Arizona. Where Riverton was
situated,
the Colorado River was the border of Nevada and Arizona. On one side sat Riverton
and on
the other
,
sat Pinessee.
She
had walked into her father’s restaurant after closing last night ready to finish
the
books when she heard her
father's voice.
She wasn’t supposed to be there, but she figured he wouldn’t mind, he was probably
having a card game with the guys again
. But she
froze as the words her father was speaking finally filtered through her head.
“I just need a little more time.
I owe the
Diablos
too
,
”
h
e
r
father had said.
“I
don’t give a fuck about who else you owe
,
I
have given you more than a year to work this out. You knew when
yo
u borrowed the money it was going to come due
,
”
a
strange man had said.
Leaning
around the corner she was hiding behind
, she'd had to stifle the scream working its way up her throat as several
huge men surrounded her father
.
Some wore black leather jackets while a few were in short sleeve black t-shirts that
outlined the massive chests underneath and with their arms exposed showed the
tattoos
donning their skin.
“I only
need a few more weeks. My wife’s hospital…
”
her
father said and
she
frowned. Her father
had
told her it was okay, her mother had been
diagnosed
with breast cancer five years ago. She hadn
’
t caught it early enough to save her though. After four years of surgeries and
treatments,
her mother died just after she had graduated from college.
She'd known
the medical bills had been huge, and since they owned their own business, the insurance
had eaten up a lot of their profit
s. But her father
had
told her he
had it under control. The books looked like they had.
How had her father hidden that
from her?
After looking
closer
at the jackets
the men were wearing
,
she had
felt a wave of cold flow through her veins.
Bikers. She
had heard about the clubs
that had moved
in the area, but only knew to stay away from the dangerous
,
handsome men.
As a teen all girls dream of the rough and sexy boy who was the rebel, but she outgrew
that phase and really wanted a more stable man.
“I don’t need any
more
excuses
,
”
t
he man snarled
, which
had
caused her to jump
. “I am gonna need some collateral.”
Her father had argued and pled for fifteen minutes but the
man had been unwavering. That is when she got the shock of her life
and
found out
just
how low her father had sunk.
"Your daughter will do."
“My daughter
,
”
h
er father said with a shocked tone. “
The
Diablos
want her, if I give her to you to hold
,
will you make sure that nothing h
appens to her
?
The others will
sell her
.”
Wait…what…her collateral? What exactly did that mean? In this day and age taking
a human for collateral was unheard of, it was like selling her. There was no way
her father would allow that. They could hurt her.
“
Do I look like a fucking hotel?
Either the money, or the girl
—
you pick.
But if you give me the girl,
she will be ours, and the Devil
s will own her
. Every piece of her
,
”
t
he man said.
Her father had cried, but finally agreed to let them take her
, saying
they were the
lesser of
the two evils
. She'd
wanted to vomit at his response
.
She
had been heart
broken, what the hell had her father gotten into
?
There was
only one thing
she knew…
a biker club was
going to be
after
her,
be
cause there was no way she would go willingly. She turned on her heels and left,
not even looking over her shoulder once. Time and distance, she needed it and quick
.
