Twisted Asphalt (Asphalt Outlaw Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

natural to fathers. He understood if Stone was going to tear into him
for being so close to Amy, but one thing Mace was not, was a pussy. He would
not back down from the man. He was a firm believer in fighting fire with fire,
but he would never disrespect him.
    “We’re organizing a run right now. I know you’ve gone with
Romeo on a stint and proved you know your stuff. This isn’t a territorial
dispute, this is bigger.”
    As Stone paused to light a cigarette, Mace laughed
internally. He was glad there wasn’t going to be an ass chewing, but was taken
aback by the idea of going on a run only patch holders went on.
    “You’ll be led by Demon, and followed by a truck carrying
the merchandise. Axe and Saber will catch rear. Romeo and I will scout ahead
for any interference.”
    Mace grimaced at hearing he had to ride with Demon. There
was something about that douchebag that didn’t sit well with him. He was shady
and it seemed like no one else saw it, or they overlooked it.
    “Problem?” Stone asked, brow raised.
    Alan James was not a small man by any means. He was one of
those big dudes you didn’t want to meet in a dark alley because he was going to
own your ass. Six foot two, two hundred some odd pounds and scars to prove the
battles the man had fought in. Black hair salted with gray, steel-blue eyes,
square jaw with a goatee. Mace knew he had been a Marine and wasn’t scared of
anything, and he doted on his daughter.
    “No, I just don’t trust Demon.” Why lie? He knew Stone hated
liars, plus, Mace was a blunt guy.
    “You shouldn’t. He’s crazy and you never know what he’s
thinking.”
    Brows furrowed, looking at Stone from over the cup when he
took a sip. Setting the cup down, head cocked slightly, one eye narrowing in
thought. “This may be out of line, but if you can’t trust him, why is he your
sergeant at arms?”
    Stone chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette, leaning back
to blow smoke away from him. “You’re right, that question is out of line, but a
good one. Demon is crazy as they come, but he’s also loyal as a pit bull, with
just as nasty of a bite. One I wouldn’t be afraid to put down if I had to.”
    Veiled threat? Maybe . “Heard. Where will we be
going?”
    “Lompoc. And we’ll be getting enough out of this to retire on.”
Stone grinned large and in charge.
    “I can handle that. I appreciate you allowing me to ride.”
Mace had to thank him. All decisions like that were solely made by the
president and some feathers were going to be ruffled. He didn’t give a rat’s
ass either. This was a prime opportunity to show his worth. A huge sigh came
from the other room, drawing his attention to the living room area. Her little
antics were adorable; she was going to drive him crazy.
    Seemed Stone was not immune to the subtle hint either. He
leaned forward, dropping his voice to a dangerous level. “You fuck this up and
you’re a dead man.”
    And that was his cue to leave.
    Curt nod was given. Pushing away from the table, Mace
grabbed his cup and took it to the sink to rinse it out. Once it was clean, he
set it aside and made his way to the door. Before his hand hit the knob, Stone
spoke up, warning clear as day in his voice. “One hundred and thirty acres is a
lot of land to hide a body on if you lay a finger on my daughter.”
    Mace never looked back. There was no need to. Smiling to
himself, he opened the door and stepped out, allowing the door to shut quietly
behind him.
     
    * * * *
     
    It was hotter than a June bride sitting bareback on a depot
stove. Amy was burning up and so was her champion overo, Little Joe. She had
slipped on a bikini top and her thinnest tank, ripped and frayed jean shorts,
and an old pair of boots to head into the barn. Her baby needed a good
scrubbing and a cool off.
    Grabbing her scrub brush, she dunked it in the bucket, slinging
water and soap everywhere when she lifted back up. Scrubbing along his neck,
Amy grumbled to her horse. “He’s a