Hidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 7) by Savannah Rylan Page B

someone off. We just need to get close enough to check out security, and then we can bail. I expect there will be a ton of personnel around, plus cameras and motion detectors on some of the bigger rides. I know mostly what Chen is looking for, some of the smaller vehicles, so they might not have sensors on them, but I still want to make sure.”
    He sat down across from me with a ridiculous amount of eggs on his plate. “And, if all that is true? Then we hit them on the way in, right?”
    I knew that Blaze was hoping for that. He was uncomfortable enough that we had to go today and scope everything out. He found the open road a lot easier, and a lot less stressful. Being around all those people made him nervous, and not just for getting caught. He didn’t want some innocent citizen getting caught in the crossfire of what was about to go down. And, if we snatched the shipment out in the desert, there would be no one there to get hurt. Just us, and the trucks. We would take them over, and have our asses home by dinnertime. Since the shipment wouldn’t come in for another two days, it gave me just enough time to scope out the security at the show, and make sure that grabbing them on the way was the best idea. Our other option was to buy them with counterfeit money. I hadn’t done much in dealing with fake money, but Bones knew a guy who could help us out. It was just another cost, and every cost cut into the money that we were bringing home. That’s why Rogue and Pops wanted nothing to do with it, but I needed to be sure. I had to keep my MC safe, that was the ultimate goal.
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    I walked into the car show, and held onto Blaze’s arm as I stumbled in the five inch nude heels that I bought especially for the event. I don’t think I had ever worn heels in my entire life. But here I was, in a bright yellow sundress, covering up all of my tattoos, with a matching hat and a pair of nude heels. I clutched the wristlet that one of the whores from the clubhouse let me borrow. It had everything in it that I needed: my phone, and my gun. Hopefully I wouldn’t need either of those two things. Blaze only looked slightly uncomfortable in his navy blue suit, something that we had to rent. He kept adjusting his tie, and I’d bat at him playfully while secretly giving him a message to stop touching it. Men who wore suits all the time didn’t mess with their ties. We had to play the part, or risk tipping someone off. As I walked around and glanced at security, I recognized some of the guys. They belonged to other motorcycle clubs mostly, but I noticed a couple of Las Almas standing near the exit, right where the shipments were coming in.
    “Las Almas must be handling all of the security surrounding new cars coming in and going out,” I murmured with a smile, as another couple passed us. Blaze simply nodded to let me know that he heard my whispers.
    “I’ve counted at least thirty guys so far that are packin’, and we’ve only been in here for ten minutes. There’s no way we can steal the cars here.”
    I knew he was probably right, but I had to be sure. We walked up to one of the car owners, and started asking questions about the Maserati. “Honey, it’s such a nice color,” I said, as I dragged my finger along the side of the car. Nothing set off; no security came up to us. But this one was also in line to be auctioned very shortly.
    “It is a beauty.” The man chuckled, clearly humoring the “little woman” before turning serious as he spoke to Blaze.  “You know how the wives are. ‘You can only have three, Henry’, so apparently, this girl is going to another home. Are you interested?”
    Blaze smiled but put up his hand. “No, thank you. I have one of these myself, and the engine’s a bitch.”
    I jabbed Blaze in the side playfully. “Language, sweetheart. You know, I think at home we’re going to have to start a swear jar.”
    Blaze laughed at me but continued to play along. “Like you said, man,