Gamble Rogers Camping Novels & Stories

She takes my hand and leads me further into the camp. “We like to travel the country in search of fellow rogues who seek refuge before bringing them back to our pack,” the doctor explains as she walks me around the space. We weave through the tents and I find myself at the centre of the camp. The place is brightly lit with twinkling lights and a warm bonfire and it feels like a safe haven for now. As I approach, a group of rogue members welcomes me with open arms. Some even offer me their snack; roasted potatoes and marshmallows and even beef jerkeys. One pulls out two camping chairs for both the doctor and me. They seem genuine, and I take comfort in their warmth.

Park on the gravel shoulder meant for people having car trouble and take the short walk out to the rocky outcropping that makes a half-moon shape, offering an unusual cage of privacy. As a teen, my friends and I would come camping out here. It’s not a legal campground which is why the rocks are so helpful for concealment for building tents, tending fires… And other activities. Rex follows me, just as he did five years ago. A California boy, but not a desert boy. He was freaked out by the lack of streetlamps and the distant call of coyotes. I had to assure him they would never be interested in him since there was no meat on his bones.

According to the map, Clay doesn’t have personal guards at his tent, but prefers to have them in a wide circle around his tent and his generals’ tents. Thanks to this, I only have to target the area with the least amount of guards. The map indicated that there were guards every couple of feet except for one spot. I'm not sure why, but there seemed to be only two guards covering the back entrance to the circle of high ranking tents while at least ten guards covered the main entrance. Considering how well the rogue army has accomplished their plans so far, there must be another mastermind behind their movements. If this camp is an indication of Clay's abilities, then with just him leading, the

"I'm fine." His brother's mate was easy to talk to and made a good sounding board. But he doubted she'd want to know he was free-falling into the fire. They pulled up at the base camp before April could push him to talk. Rosalie had never been there before, and the last time she'd gone camping was in her matric year of high school twelve years ago, so she was a little too enthusiastic when she found out they'd be roughing it out. April wasn't so thrilled, though.

Sir Hugo Waverly stood in the shadows of the gambling hell known as the Cockerel. His gaze roved over the mixture of peers and lower-class men gambling and whoring. Rumors of an underground boxing ring run by smugglers had surfaced earlier that morning, and Hugo wanted answers.

Chapter Twenty-One The massive bonfire in the center of the clearing had grown into a huge, roaring blaze of bright orange fire by the time the dark night fully settled over the deep woods of the campground. The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run.

Added a little more to my cup just to make it appear like I was drinking more. She licked her lips greedily and took a long gulp. “Wow, this wine is good.” “Only the best for you, my love.” She blushed deeper, then pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I do remember crossing a creek.” Dead Man’s Gully. So the camp was indeed beyond that. But I already knew that. “And the camp itself?” I pressed. “Was it big? Small?” “Big.” Deirdre waved her hand. “Huge, actually. Hundreds of rogues. They had tents everywhere. And guards. So many guards.”

Kimberly didn’t respond; she just glanced at him, knowing how rocky their relationship had been in the past due to earlier conflicts. Since Hunter left the Astral Guardians, Rafael’s team had been handling back-to-back cases. They’d received tips about rogues becoming increasingly unmanageable, along with other complicated issues. Recently, they were assigned to investigate an illegal gambling site. A tip-off suggested that rogues were running the operation. During their investigation, they discovered that the gambling site was being operated by a large syndicate—an organization currently under Rafael’s and his team’s scrutiny, alongside other Astral Guardian members. “This case is tough wit

For our or their security? “That’s where the women and children of the rogues are living. They do not have the luxury we do, and we’ll need to talk to them. I thought this would be our chance?” Lucas says, his eyes on the tents. “Are the rogues also living here?” “They rotate according to Kane and his men, so those who have guard duty over the women, and those who have ‘playdays’ are here in this camp, and those who do not, are in our camp.”

When I pull away, Tobias is looking away, giving Sable and me a moment. Sable starts filling me in, “Tobias was telling me that Roger has several camps.” “Does he have them heading west?” “Yes, alpha. He has two. One as a backup operation and the other is for more a ‘pack member’ type environment.” “Good, you can show me on a map where they are.” I said. “Of course.” As we turned to leave, I saw Matt approaching me with Nick in tow. Matt looks as furious as I do. Nick’s lip is busted too. He throws him on the ground in front of us and starts explaining.