Hidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 7)

Hidden

Fallen Idols MC 7

Trista and Blaze Book 3

Savannah Rylan

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Copyright © 2015 Savannah Rylan

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ONE

TRISTA

I snuggled deeper into Blaze’s side, my hand resting on his bare chest. I dragged my finger along the outline of his newest tattoo, the raven that all the Fallen Idols wore. Just because he wasn’t patched just yet, didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to get the tattoo, but it was a ballsy move. The rest of the club thought so, too, and they decided to tell him as much. But that was just how Blaze was, always doing everything that he wanted to do. It was one of the things that was so magnetic about him.

“So? Are you nervous?”

I shrugged, not revealing anything, but deep down I was. “Not really. I mean, I’ve gone over the scenario a million times in my head. This should be an easy steal. I’m just glad that you’re going with me first thing tomorrow to make sure. I just need to be certain security is as tight as I think it is, and that it’s our best chance to get these cars is on the road. Because, if it turns out that it’s easier at the auction, I’ll go to Plan B, and that’s what we’ll do. Though, convincing my dad to do that won’t be easy.”

He pulled his fingers through my hair, and leaned down to kiss me full on the mouth. As our tongues intertwined, I felt the rough stubble of his unshaven face along my lips. His kisses may have been gentle, but I knew the idea behind them wasn’t. When we broke to breathe, he spoke again. “You’re going to be great. Las Almas will get what’s coming to them, and the Red Dragons will be happy that we got the shipment. The whole thing is going to be great, I’m sure of it.”

I nodded to agree with him, but, before I could speak, someone pounded on the door. “What the hell? Who would be here at this hour?”

Blaze jumped up out of bed, grabbing his gun off the bedside table, but before he could make his way to the front of my apartment, Ryder’s voice echoed from the other side of the door. “Trista… Just let me in.” He was whining, and that meant he was drunk.

I grabbed my robe, cinched it around my waist, and glanced back at Blaze. “It’s Ryder. You can put your gun away.”

I padded over to the front door, and opened it to find Ryder slumped against the side of the doorframe. His eyes fluttered open. Clearly, he had passed out in the thirty seconds it took me to walk across my apartment. “Ryder, what the hell are you doing here? You know, showing up to somebody’s place at this hour could get you shot. Get in here before my neighbors complain.” I grabbed him by the front of his cut, and pulled him inside. He looked like a disheveled mess.

“Sawyer wasn’t working with the Feds.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not more of this! I get it you believe her, and that’s your prerogative. But I don’t have to, Ryder. What does Sawyer have to do with you being drunk as a skunk on my doorstep at two o’clock in the morning?”

He started pacing, but it was more of a stumble. He even had his arms out in front of him, self-preservation I guess. It was smart, considering he ran into the refrigerator twice. “She wasn’t with the Feds.”

“You’ve made your point. Now, why are you drunk?”

Blaze walked up behind me, supporting me with just his fingertips grazing along my back. The silky material felt hot around his touch.

“Blaze is here?” Ryder said as he squinted at the huge figure in front of him.

“Yes, and you’re cock blocking me. So get on with it.”

Ryder shook his head. “Sawyer wasn’t working with the Feds. She was hiding from me.”

He fell into one of the kitchen chairs, and plopped down with his head on the table.

“Why would she be hiding from you?”

“The secret.”

A secret? That didn’t make any sense. It was no secret why Sawyer had left, even though Ryder thought it was some huge travesty. Her dad got thrown in jail, and she bailed. She left Ryder and the club. I hadn’t felt the same way about her since. There was hardly a friendship there, after she had been like a sister to me. Now, she was a stranger, and one I didn’t trust. “What the hell are you going on about?”

He raised his head just a little and mumbled the words, “The baby.”

I walked across the kitchen, and sat down at the table across from him. “Did you just say that you have a baby?”

He couldn’t even lift his head, which I figured just confirmed it. I eyed Blaze as he stood in the doorway between the hall and the kitchen. He shrugged his mountainous shoulders, and lifted his hands as if to say,
your family, your problem
. I waved him off, and he retreated back into the bedroom.

“Ryder, I need you to focus. Are you telling me that Sawyer left because she was pregnant?”

He simply nodded.

Oh my dear God. How could that be possible? Was that why she had left so long ago?

“Then I eat my words. Sawyer isn’t working with the Feds.”

He sat up, but his eyes were unfocused, as if his head was spinning. He was squinting at me, clearly having trouble seeing straight. “I told you,” he mumbled, slurring his words.

“Okay, okay, you told me. Now, what the hell are you going to do about this? Did she have the baby?  Where’s the kid now?”

He simply shrugged again, and put his head back down on the table with a thud. I shook him, but he didn’t move, the alcohol finally taking over. He was completely passed out. I prayed that he wouldn’t wake up, and puke all over my kitchen floor.

I sat back in the chair, crossing my arms, and thought about what he revealed for a minute. Ryder, a father? And why didn’t Sawyer tell us that she had been pregnant? Everyone would’ve been ecstatic, especially Ryder. I didn’t understand. I got up from the table and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, and two aspirin from the cupboard. I set them down in front of Ryder for whenever he woke up and walked back to bed.

Blaze followed me, but knew better than to ask any questions. And I fell into a restless sleep, wondering what else my family was hiding from me.

TWO

TRISTA

The next morning, I walked out to find Blaze making breakfast in the kitchen, but Ryder was nowhere to be seen. “He left already?” I asked groggily.

“I guess. When I got up to go for a run, he wasn’t here, and that was a couple hours ago. I’m sure he was embarrassed.” He turned to look at me. “Are you okay? I don’t want him and all of that last night to shake you. We have a job to do today.”

I pushed up on my tiptoes, and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m fine. Whatever drama Ryder and Sawyer are going through is their own business. Today is about you and me and these cars. And all the money that is going to come from them.” I smiled at him, and he returned it, laughing a little at my excitement.

“You want eggs? I also made some toast.”

This was just one of the many reasons I loved having Blaze around. I couldn’t cook for shit, and before he started staying with me a few nights a week, I was considering buying stock in TV dinners and pizza joints. But, now that he was here, breakfast was made every morning. And, occasionally, he would even cook dinner, or at least bring home take-out. It was just nice to have someone else around. Suddenly, it was feeling like constantly being alone might not be for me anymore.

“Can I have my eggs on my toast? Like a sandwich?”

He laughed and nodded before scooping my meal onto a plate. “So go over everything with me again. We’re a married couple…” There was a little too much excitement in his eyes with his words, and I tried to ignore it, and the flip my stomach did, hearing them.

I sat and started to chow down on my breakfast. “Yes, we’re married. We’re not going to lie about where we live. We’re from Brooks Landing, and we own a successful restaurant. Italian. It’s called Stefano’s. We’re looking to purchase a sports car for your birthday, and that’s all we’re saying. We don’t want to seem like we know a lot about cars. That will tip 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.

***

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, wives.”

The guy chuckled as the car was pushed up toward the platform. Blaze and I stood back and watched, as another one rolled up to right near where we stood. “No sensors, not when they’re in line for the auction.”

Blaze turned around, and peered behind the auctioneer stable. “Do you see that back there? All those computers and machines? They’re checking to make sure these people actually have the money. They even have a cash counter. We can’t do this. We have to get them on the road.”

I sighed heavily. Dammit. I hated that he was right. “Can’t we just stay a little bit longer to look at all the pretty cars?”

Blaze shook his head. “That Mexican over there’s been staring at me the whole time I was talking to that guy. We have to get out of here.
Without
making a scene.”

I clutched onto my purse as he took my hand, instantly feeling the safety and security that Blaze gave me. He led me directly toward the exit as I smiled and nodded, at people we passed, to keep up the façade. I didn’t want anyone to realize that we were bailing without taking anything home. By the time we got out to the parking lot, and hopped into an Escalade that we borrowed from the warehouse, a motorcycle roared behind us.

“Time to go.”

Blaze nodded, and sped out of the parking lot, dodging in and out of cars to get us to the highway. All around us, people honked, trying to avoid getting into a car accident with the huge Escalade that would easily pummel their tiny little sedans. As I looked behind us, the motorcycle hadn’t left the parking lot. They must’ve had strict instructions to protect the cars, no matter who came onto their turf. Well, fuck, this whole job might be a little bit harder than I thought.