Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) Read Online Free PDF

didn't often plunge into unknown situations, but she made an exception and answered flirtatiously, "You can see me anytime you like. The question is how much of me you would like to see?"
    They paused. It was an important pause. It established they their intentions.
    Jada leaned forward. "Before we stop talking about personal things, when do you get off work?"
    "Six."
    "Do you like Mexican food. Empanada's, enchilada's?"
    "Yes, I love it."
    "Good." She wrote her address on a card.
    "We'll eat at six-thirty. Call me if you're going to be late."
    He nodded then smiled at her like a man who found the Holy Grail, "I will."
    Jada took out her notebook.
    "Tell me about the crime situation in Western Grit."
    Isaac settled back in his chair.
    "There isn't any. There's lots of criminals, but they do their business outside city limits. Good for us, but awkward. The county talks to us, but we can't help them. We're too small to do undercover work. Everybody knows everybody else. It's bad, though. Thirty of the worst criminals in the state belong to the Desert Venom. They're well run on a personal level.
    Everyone in the club checks in with their parole officer on time every week. There's no drugs or hookers or anything illegal in their clubhouse. I know Colt has contacts with the man who runs a string of brothels in Saltillo. We rescued Daphne and Lauren O'Connor. I don't have any hope that we'll be able to tie either kidnapping to Colt. Both sisters were so high on heroin that their testimony won't be worth much." He sat for a moment thinking then suggested, "Why don't we talk to Colt? Maybe, we'll get something. Would you like to come along?"
    "Yes. Can I ride with you?"
    "No one else."
    They walked out. Isaac raised his voice. "Anyone want to come with me and pay a social call on the Desert Venom?"
    All of the people inside the building walked out. Chica locked up and got on her own motorcycle. Jada settled behind Isaac's broad back. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her cheek on his back. She could feel the muscles in his back flex as he moved the bike around.
    She stayed like that all the way to the clubhouse of the Desert Venom. When he parked and she got off, she grinned at Isaac who grinned back. All twelve of them, nine men and two women, walked inside the clubhouse in a group. Thirty-five pairs of eyes that didn't like cops watched them come through the door.
    Colt walked up to Chica and put his hand on her breast. He said, "Hi, Chica, baby. You going to come over to our side now?" He started lifting her breast and moving it around her chest.
    Nobody took the bait. Colt wanted to establish dominance by claiming one of their women as his. He expected them to fight back and be overwhelmed by his club's superior numbers or for Chica to be offended and react emotionally which would humiliate Isaac.
    She put her hand on his and pressed it harder against her generous chest. She looked him in the eye and said, "How's that cockette of yours, Colt. Did it ever get any bigger? Do you think a girl might be able to notice it's there yet?"
    She seized his middle finger and bent it back. Colt flared into anger. Chica grabbed his wrist and held it immobile. He yanked his arm to get it away from her. She held it for just a second longer then let go. He stepped back before he could recover his balance. She grinned at him
    He said, "What do you want?"
    Isaac said, "Colt, as your friend, I'm truly concerned. Has your cock gotten any bigger? We worry about you."
    He'd lost his sense of humor. "Get on with it. You're not here for a social call."
    Isaac stuck his finger in the air and made swirling motions. Everybody but Jada and Chica spread out through the club. One of the men opened the door to the little room where Daphne had been abused. Colt paid attention to him.
    Jada made her move. She tapped Colt on the chest to get his attention and held up a picture of Daphne.
    "Do you know her?"
    Colt said, "No. Never saw her before." His