Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 56
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 56
Harley glanced back at Monica and nodded. He straightened his suit jacket and opened the door, standing back to let the woman from Room 312 back at the ranch in, followed by her bodyguard. The woman carried a car seat covered with a fleece blanket. The man carried a silver briefcase.
Monica stepped forward, and Harley was impressed with the expression of longing she managed as she looked at the bundle hanging from the woman's arm.
"Is that my baby?" she asked, moving closer, a hopeful smile playing at her lips. Damn, Harley thought. She's good.
The woman swung the carrier neatly out of reach. "Payment first," she said firmly, nodding toward the man who had opened his case on the entry table.
"I think we should see what we're getting first," Harley said, noting that the bodyguard seemed almost bored with the situation. That was good. The more normal things appeared, the less skittish they'd be.
"You wanted a girl baby, you get a girl baby. Payment first. Those are the terms. Or we can leave."
Harley stroked his chin, looking over her head and out the window. A black sedan was parked outside and he could just make out a person sitting in the passenger seat. Burns had come along after all then, overseeing this drop personally. That would make things a lot easier.
"I think if that baby was healthy, you'd have no problem showing me the merchandise, so to speak," Harley said, looking down at the woman. "I think there must be something wrong that you don't want us to know about."
"Nothing's wrong with the kid." The gruff tone from the bodyguard told Harley he was pressing the right buttons. Just a few more, and hopefully they'd call Burns in.
He turned to face the bodyguard. "Why should I trust you? You just want money. I want to be sure I have a healthy child." He looked over his shoulder at Monica. "I don't think this is a good idea, honey. I don't trust them."
"Just give them a quick look," the bodyguard said, frustration in his voice. "Let's get this done already."
"But we're not supp--"
"Just do it."
The woman reluctantly set the carrier on the couch and removed the blanket. Nestled in another blanket lay a small child with a shock of dark hair already on her head. She was sleeping, and Monica leaned in for a closer look while Harley stood back and watched. Would she do that with their child someday?
Monica straightened, looking at him with an unreadable expression. "There's a bruise on her arm," she said, wringing her hands in front of her. "It's fading, but--"
High-pitched beeps drew their attention to the bodyguard, punching numbers on his phone. He held the device to his ear. "We might have a problem. There's a bruise on the kid's arm." He hesitated, then nodded.
"Okay." Disconnecting the call he pushed the phone back into his pocket and went to the door. "The boss wants to verify for himself."
Harley suppressed a grin as the man opened the door, and Stephen Burns walked into the trap.Enjoying the story? Try Desert Heat, available now at:
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 56
Harley glanced back at Monica and nodded. He straightened his suit jacket and opened the door, standing back to let the woman from Room 312 back at the ranch in, followed by her bodyguard. The woman carried a car seat covered with a fleece blanket. The man carried a silver briefcase.
Monica stepped forward, and Harley was impressed with the expression of longing she managed as she looked at the bundle hanging from the woman's arm.
"Is that my baby?" she asked, moving closer, a hopeful smile playing at her lips. Damn, Harley thought. She's good.
The woman swung the carrier neatly out of reach. "Payment first," she said firmly, nodding toward the man who had opened his case on the entry table.
"I think we should see what we're getting first," Harley said, noting that the bodyguard seemed almost bored with the situation. That was good. The more normal things appeared, the less skittish they'd be.
"You wanted a girl baby, you get a girl baby. Payment first. Those are the terms. Or we can leave."
Harley stroked his chin, looking over her head and out the window. A black sedan was parked outside and he could just make out a person sitting in the passenger seat. Burns had come along after all then, overseeing this drop personally. That would make things a lot easier.
"I think if that baby was healthy, you'd have no problem showing me the merchandise, so to speak," Harley said, looking down at the woman. "I think there must be something wrong that you don't want us to know about."
"Nothing's wrong with the kid." The gruff tone from the bodyguard told Harley he was pressing the right buttons. Just a few more, and hopefully they'd call Burns in.
He turned to face the bodyguard. "Why should I trust you? You just want money. I want to be sure I have a healthy child." He looked over his shoulder at Monica. "I don't think this is a good idea, honey. I don't trust them."
"Just give them a quick look," the bodyguard said, frustration in his voice. "Let's get this done already."
"But we're not supp--"
"Just do it."
The woman reluctantly set the carrier on the couch and removed the blanket. Nestled in another blanket lay a small child with a shock of dark hair already on her head. She was sleeping, and Monica leaned in for a closer look while Harley stood back and watched. Would she do that with their child someday?
Monica straightened, looking at him with an unreadable expression. "There's a bruise on her arm," she said, wringing her hands in front of her. "It's fading, but--"
High-pitched beeps drew their attention to the bodyguard, punching numbers on his phone. He held the device to his ear. "We might have a problem. There's a bruise on the kid's arm." He hesitated, then nodded.
"Okay." Disconnecting the call he pushed the phone back into his pocket and went to the door. "The boss wants to verify for himself."
Harley suppressed a grin as the man opened the door, and Stephen Burns walked into the trap.Enjoying the story? Try Desert Heat, available now at:
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords
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