Vendetta Road – Torpedo Ink Read online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, MC, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
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Each of the schools was different, but all trained the children of their political enemies to be assassins and spies for their country. Ice liked knowing those riding with him could handle themselves in any situation. They’d taken the time to get to know one another as well. That helped to make him feel comfortable enough to go on a run with them wearing the Torpedo Ink colors. They couldn’t afford a hothead who would start fights that ended up in wars with other clubs.

Torpedo Ink did their best to stay under the Diamondbacks’ radar. That had become impossible when they’d helped the club get back the Mendocino chapter’s wife from kidnappers. Now, they all knew, the club was watching them closely.

Ice reveled in the roar of the pipes as they made their way down the highway. There was nothing like riding on a hot afternoon, surrounded by family and friends, knowing the party started when you set up your camp. Behind him, Soleil was wrapped around him, her tits pressed tightly into his back. He felt them in spite of the jacket he wore. He grinned remembering her little sniff of disdain when he showed her the “Property of Ice” on the back of her jacket and vest. Torpedo Ink. He fucking loved that.

She hadn’t fought him on it, and he caught her twice running her hand lovingly over the patches on the back. She’d been on safaris before, but she hadn’t actually roughed it camping. Czar had sent Fatei and Hitch ahead of them in the RV he’d acquired from somewhere, in the way Czar seemed to be able to get whatever he needed. If worse came to worst, Soleil could always sleep in the RV with Blythe. He hoped not. He had plans.

Ice patted Soleil’s hand as he drove through the city with the formation of bikers. The lights were blocked off so there was a steady stream of motorcycles going through, instead of having to wait for lights. There was something majestic about all the bikes moving together. He loved being a part of that.

Soleil could quiet his demons just by being around him. Just with her smile alone. When he fucked her, she drowned out every vile act he’d ever committed or seen until there was only her soft skin and her hot body squeezing his like a silken vise, taking him to paradise. Riding with the others, her at his back, the vibrations of his bike going through him, he was having the best of his world.

It took hours for them to reach their destination. They stopped a few times to eat and use the bathroom, but for the most part, they kept going to reach their final goal. When they got to the massive campground, each club broke off and claimed their site, some as far from the Diamondbacks as possible. Ice didn’t give a damn about them. He’d come to party. To have a good time. To show his woman they could have fun no matter where they were. To find the Venomous club and Fred, who Torpedo Ink had a very big score to settle with.

“It’s hot,” Soleil observed as she spun around in a wide circle, taking in everything.

Fatei had claimed a good space for them. He’d set up quite a few places for them to sleep, around each of the firepits. Ice deliberately chose a section for them toward the center, but just on the right edge that bordered another club’s camp. He set up their sleeping bags and then snagged her hand so they could walk around, and he could show her where the bathrooms and showers were.

The sun was sinking, bathing the sky into all shades of orange, red and pink. He liked watching his woman when she walked. She looked classy. There was an innocence about her, even though she wore a tank where the lace just edged the top of her nipples. The tank was tight, but it had pulled down some in the front on the ride and there was no mirror for her to notice. He wasn’t going to tell her because she looked sexy and he liked that.

Storm came up on the other side of Soleil and they walked her to the ladies’ room. The line wasn’t that long yet and she was able to get in fairly quickly. Alena and Lana appeared out of nowhere and slipped inside with her—just in case. Women could pick a fight just as easily as men. The bathroom was the one place Ice worried he couldn’t protect her, but he had family, and they helped.

The three women returned together, talking softly, laughing at something Soleil had said, giving Ice plenty of time to look at what was his. She hadn’t yanked up her top. He couldn’t imagine that she hadn’t looked into the mirror, but she’d left the lace right where it was—for him. He knew she had. She knew he liked showing her off, and she didn’t mind being seen.


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