Page 3 of Twist’s Raven (31 Days of Trick or Treat: Biker & Mobster #6)

Chapter Three

R aven held onto Twist and leaned against his back, trying to keep her face tucked down away from the wind. Even with the sweatshirt, she was cold, but she knew she shouldn’t have gotten on the bike with her long dress. She could see the dress getting tangled in the wheels and causing a wreck.

She didn’t have a clue how tonight had gone so wrong.

She’d had one of the guys pretend to kick her out of the car in her wedding dress at the rest stop.

Then she’d sat around waiting to see what happened, acting as if her cell phone had gone dead.

The rest area was a known stop for the men she and her MC were hunting.

Though if someone was going to screw up her hunting, Twist—with those eyes she could fall into, his muscular build, tattoos, and his arms that would have no problem holding her up against the wall—would be the guy she’d pick.

How long had it been since she’d had some alone time with a flesh-and-blood man?

In the first year after they lost Charity, they’d all survived on anger and grief. They’d pooled their resources, which were vast with their investments into Rue’s game. The Honey Creek Badgers MC was built for one thing and one thing only: to stop evil from continuing to hurt and kill.

Some days, she longed for a good man to walk beside on this journey, but so far, no one had come along that she could trust with her deepest, darkest secret. And her sisters and their MC were depending on her to keep the secret for them too.

Growing up in a small town meant you knew everyone. The seven girls who had started kindergarten playing together on the playground had grown into the Honey Creek Girls. Friends who weren’t related by blood but had become sisters by choice. Their ties had only deepened the older they became.

She’d loved her job before everything changed, but sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.

She’d been home on leave from the Army, visiting her family and her best friends.

They’d gathered in Omaha, where Charity was based as a US Attorney, because she’d just finished up a trial and was dealing with the aftermath .

They’d all met for supper and drinks, then gone home to Honey Creek, planning to meet the next day to kick off their week-long vacation together.

Raven had driven the hour and a half home and enjoyed some time with her parents.

Her dad had wanted to know how she was getting along and if she was being treated well.

He’d served and knew she might face some issues while serving as a female.

She’d proved herself enough that she was in a good place with her team.

It hadn’t been that way at first, but once they realized how unique her abilities were, they’d welcomed her and even become friends.

She didn’t have an eidetic memory, but she could remember every face she’d ever seen as well as their name.

It had come in handy overseas. Her brain also liked solving puzzles.

If there was an inconsistency in something, she could spot it.

It had earned her the call sign Raven, which she’d kept when they’d formed their MC.

Despite Charity being gone for over four years, she could remember the day they’d lost her as if it were yesterday.

She’d gone to sleep and awakened to her phone ringing.

When she answered, Gracelyn had been crying, trying to get out what happened.

She’d finally said to turn on the news. Raven hadn’t been able to believe her eyes.

Charity had been left brutalized, naked, and nailed to the front of her house.

The words No One Goes Against Me And Lives had been spray-painted on her house underneath her hanging body.

Gracelyn had been hysterical because her husband, the judge for the case, had been grabbed on his running route and hung from the flagpole in front of the courthouse with a similar sign .

Raven and the women she loved as sisters had gathered together and tried to comprehend how it had happened.

Charity had a state-of-the-art surveillance and alarm system.

They had asked for answers from the security company and the police.

The local police, along with the FBI because Charity was a US Attorney, had been unable to provide answers, and Raven and her sisters needed answers and refused to accept “we don’t know.

” Mace, Charity’s brother, and Izzy, one of the Honey Creek Girls, both worked for the FBI but had been shut out of the case, almost as if the FBI was in on it.

Raven had been waiting to decide whether to re-up or come home, and losing Charity had made the answer easy.

Her team in the Army had decided to come with her.

She and her sisters had chosen a path that not only helped people but fed Raven’s need for vengeance after the way Charity had been let down.

Tonight, she thought she’d planned for everything, but she hadn’t planned for her hawt-as-fuck rescuer who’d foiled the kidnapping attempt.

She snuggled a little closer, the vibration of the bike lulling her to daydream about her rescuer.

His tight jeans around those thick, tree-trunk thighs, coupled with those arm muscles she felt as he helped her up, had her wondering if she could convince him to do her against a wall.

It had always sounded so hot in books, but her experience was limited to missionary.

She glanced at the night sky, with the moon barely lighting the night.

The crisp, cold air and the trees along the side of the road had Britt keeping an eye out.

It might look like a Halloween movie, but that wasn’t what scared her.

The people they tracked were scarier and more dangerous than any Halloween movie.

With one of the guys on overwatch, she was positive they’d want a pickup soon.

It was too bad because, despite him screwing up her night, Twist seemed to be exactly what she needed.

His leather jacket identified him as part of the Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC, Nomads.

She hadn’t had contact with them. Mace was their President and had been the one to make contact with local MCs.

She didn’t remember him mentioning this one.

She enjoyed the ride until her comm clicked twice.

She leaned a little around Twist and saw one of their wreckers from the MC’s towing company.

She tapped Twist’s stomach and couldn’t believe how hard his abs were.

Darn it. Why couldn’t they have given her more time with him?

Once she had his attention, she pointed to the wrecker sitting at the top of the off-ramp coming up.

He nodded and took the exit. He pulled up next to the wrecker and held his hand up to help her off the bike.

He was intriguing, and she wished she knew a way to see him again, but it didn’t seem meant to be.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” Twist grinned with a chin nod.

She wished he could be more than her rescuer, but she had a job to do along with a group of friends to keep safe. But if she could know for sure he was trustworthy, she would take him up on the invitation his eyes had been giving.