Twisted Rose: Motorcycle Dark Romance 3 (The Darkness Trilogy) by Abby Weeks Page B

going on either. There were so many riders and so many plans at any one time that you might be able to walk in and get away with it for a few minutes. His plan was to go in, find Serge, and shoot him. If he managed to get out after doing that it would be a bonus. He’d get any other guys he could but Serge was his main target. He didn’t have an escape plan, he didn’t have an exit strategy. As long as he could get Serge he’d be satisfied. Rose deserved at least that much.
    And there was a good chance his plan would work if there weren’t too many guys in the clubhouse. If Serge was in there drinking with a few other guys, Josh could just walk right up to him and put a bullet in him. But if too many guys were in there, that might not work out so well.
    That was why he found himself getting nervous when two more bikes pulled up. That made seven bikes parked in a row outside the clubhouse. It was after nine. If Serge wasn’t one of these two then he might have to rethink his plan.
    The riders pulled up and straight away Josh saw how fat one of them was. That could be Fat Boy. The other rider pulled off his helmet and sure enough it was Serge Gauthier.
    Those were his marks. If Josh could walk into the clubhouse and take out the two of them then even if he didn’t manage to get out alive, at least he could die knowing he’d given Rose what she needed to move forward with her life. Two of the men who’d harmed her would be dead.
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    R OSE RODE HARD AND FAST to get to Val-d’Or. She kept her body low and made good time on the long ride south from Chazel. The highway was clear and smooth and ran in a straight line down from Macamic to Rouyn-Noranda. She didn’t slow down as she passed through the town. Soon she was on the Trans-Canada heading east. It was still morning when she drove through Malartic and began to hit the edges of Val-d’Or. The only thing on her mind was getting to Josh and stopping him before he did anything to get himself hurt or killed.
    She knew she couldn’t ride down the main street of Val-d’Or without attracting the attention of the DRMC. They practically owned that town and anyone who came in on a bike was answerable to them. She rode in slowly along Third Avenue and pulled onto a small side street. She had to avoid going down Main. She didn’t want to ride past the clubhouse. She was a block south of main and she passed the drug mart that she’d been brought to so many times when she was working for the DRMC. Seeing the place made her shudder. Even the thought of being brought there by Serge or Murdoch or one of the other bikers made her feel sick.
    She turned into an alley and rode slowly in the direction of the clubhouse. And then, she saw something she could never mistake. It was Josh’s bike. Actually it was the bike Josh had stolen from Serge. She pulled up next to it and looked around frantically. It was out of sight from the street. Clearly Josh had made the same approach to the clubhouse she had, using the alleyway for cover. She parked next to Josh’s bike and walked to the corner to look across the street.
    She saw Josh! He was walking right in the front door of the DRMC clubhouse!
    “Josh!” she called out.

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    O NCE JOSH STARTED CROSSING THE street he couldn’t stop. There was nothing he could have thought of at that point that would have made him turn around. He’d made up his mind. He’d decided what he was going to do and once started it was as if everything that was to follow had already happened. For men like him, men who were forced into situations where they had to act decisively, men who sometimes had to kill other men, it had to be that way. He knew where he was going and even though he didn’t know what he was going to do, he knew he was going to do it.
    A pickup was coming his way as he crossed the street but it slowed down as it approached him. Josh didn’t look at it. He didn’t look to the left or right. His entire focus was on moving forward. His