Highway to Heaven (14 page)

“I’m out of this. Ask your sister.” Lacey
gave him a dirty look and heaved a deep sigh.

“They’re just friends, Rose. Nothing worth
talking about.”

“Just friends? Yeah right. I know Rugger and
don’t much like the fact my sister is ‘friends’ with the man known
for his dick size. He’d generously confirmed the rumors to everyone
even when it wasn’t requested.

Not twenty minutes later, Chevy, Raven, Red,
Bree, and Skillz showed up with the rats in tow. Sasha and Mercy
led the new tail the guys had brought in. “Who are you?” Jas asked
the dark haired Raven.

“Raven. Although, it’s Rave now. It seems my
name is popular these days…” she turned and looked at a few of the
Ops who were busily filling a wooden crate with weapons. One of the
guys looked up and smiled at her, giving her a sexy wink before
dismissing the chicks.

“One of their guys is named Raven,” Chevy
explained with a smirk. “She’s a little butt hurt about it all.”
Rave nudged her shoulder playfully.

“Bitch.” Rave looked as deadly as Abi, the
MMA fighter she’d recently met, did. These women weren’t your
average Betty Crocker. They could bake a batch of cookies and kill
you with the metal pan they baked on.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jas said and
followed the girls into the main room.

“We’ve got work to do, girls. It’s time we
take care of more than the skanks that cross us. Those sick
bastards are going to see just how bad PMS can be.” Rose left Chevy
to fill them all in on the details, what little they had, and went
to pack up Harley. When she came back down the stairs, Road was
waiting with his arms open wide. “Take care of my baby, Road.”

“I’d lay my life on the line for this little
one, darlin’. She’s in good hands. My sister just phoned and should
be pulling up any minute. Go. I got ‘er.” His face softened and he
smiled down at Harley. She smiled, still shocked at how a baby
could turn these guys to putty. He made a few cooing sounds at
Harley and she smiled up at him, her little eyes sparkling. Rose
felt a sense of security knowing that her baby girl would grow up
safer than any other with a group of uncles who’d protect her and
two overbearing dads.

“The men are going in trucks. We’re riding
behind. It’s time we show these boys what we’re made of, girls. Get
your bikes packed and ready. We roll out in ten.” Chevy grabbed a
duffel bag Ironman handed her and disappeared outside.

“You heard her, move!” Rose commanded. All of
the girls went running. By the time the trucks had arrived and were
loaded, the women were all in formation behind, with Chevy, Rose,
Rave, and Jas taking point. Abi may be the baddest bitch in the
history of badass bitches, but these girls were ready to rumble.
Rose knew that whatever came their way, they could handle that
shit.

They rode out in a convoy, the roar of bikes
vibrating the earth around them. Jas had never felt such a sense of
belonging until now. The only thing that would make it better was
if her mom was riding beside her. She firmed her grip on the
throttle with determination. The biker chick in her blood came
forth and she embraced it, ready to blow a hole in whoever got in
her way. “Any word from Tonto or Fork?” she asked into the mic in
her helmet. They’d all equipped their helmets with an intercom
system that allowed them to talk back and forth.

“Chief talked to them a couple hours ago.
They were moving in the tunnel and are reporting back as soon as
they are out and back to safety,” Chevy answered.

“Do we know how many girls Reyes has?” Rave
asked.

“No, but they think it’s only two or three.
They are planning on more just to play it safe though. Now the
auction is a whole different story. Fuck knows how many poor
innocent girls have been kidnapped for this shit.” Rose thought
back to her siblings, saying a silent prayer they weren’t among the
ones taken. She had an urge to lock them in a room of bubble wrap
and never let them out of her sight again because of psychotic
people like this.

“I can’t wait to give those assholes what
they deserve,” Red growled into the mouthpiece.

“None of us can,” Bree said, breaking her
silence. She was normally the calm one of the bunch but this even
had her bouncing in her seat. They were all chomping at the bit to
get in and get shit done.

Music began to play over the radio and Rave
was the first to complain. “Highway to Hell” by AC/DC pounded
through their speakers. As fitting as it was, it was corny as hell.
“Seriously?” she barked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Yeah,
so, it was a little funny.

“This better?” one of the girls said, and
changed the song. Laughter broke the tension as Aerosmith’s
“Janie’s Got a Gun” played.

“Yeah, but I like this one better. It hits my
bitch switch better.” Skillz changed it to “Gun Powder and Lead” by
Miranda Lambert. They left it on that song, applying the words to
the group of sonsofbitches who thought it acceptable to rape and
beat women. Yeah. They were going to eat some lead all right. It
did a lot to simmer the group of women for the long ride ahead.
They needed to save their hate and anger until they got there.
Then, the devil would be getting a bulk shipment of evil souls to
deal with.

*****

Heaven, Abi, and Shady followed closely
behind Sandman and Fork, keeping their guards up and being fully
aware of their surroundings as they found the mouth of the tunnel
on Reyes’ property. Reyes, being the arrogant bastard he was, had
cemented and fancied up the underground passage with statues of
gargoyles and brass inlaid carvings of naked women at the feet of a
man sitting on a throne. Yeah, sick didn’t describe this fucker. He
put Hitler to shame. One by one, the group moved in, expecting
someone to pop out at any minute. So far, only cameras had been the
only security he had in place. Which, of course, was no match for
Yo Neg’s expertise. In less than ten seconds, he’d managed to
disable one by cutting a single wire and rewiring it to loop the
video input to avoid detection of their intrusion. Six cameras had
been fixed to their advantage so far. Fork gave the signal to move,
and they skulked along in the shadows, keeping tight against the
walls. The cave had been thoughtfully reinforced with cement and
bricks, showing time and effort had been put in for long term use.
How long had he been doing this?
Heaven thought to herself,
choking down the vomit that rose in her throat. It was clear Reyes
was one of the sickest bastards on the planet. He’d make Hannibal
Lecter cringe. The girls followed, carefully ensuring each step was
strategically placed to keep their approach silent. About thirty
minutes into the dark passageway, voices echoed from further
within. Fork held up a hand and stopped everyone. He made a few
hand gestures and the team nodded, all readying their weapons. It
was in their best interest to neutralize the oncomers without gun
power, but if the situation called for it, they’d use them. The
guys all wielded knives and had them ready. Both sides of the cave
had Savages and Ops lining the walls, all pressed up into the
darkness to wait.

The footsteps grew louder, and the voices
were now easily heard. It sounded like there were four, maybe five
Mexican guards headed in their direction. The closer they got the
harder Heaven’s heart beat in her chest. She prayed it couldn’t be
heard by the others, because it thumped like a drum in her ears.
The men came into view. Every one waited. She counted down in her
head. Timing was everything, and they weren’t to show themselves
until the very last minute. Ten. She could smell the stench coming
off them. Nine. Their disgusting presence sent a chill up her
spine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. They were now passing Tonto
and Fork. Three. Almost… Two. The front man stood right in front of
her and the urge to snap his neck made her fingers itch. One. The
group of guards was now right smack dab in the middle of their
entourage. Without a word, Tonto stepped out of the darkness with
Fork doing the same from the other side and they both
simultaneously broke the necks of the two guys in the back without
effort. Before the others could turn around to see what the
thudding was as their lifeless bodies hit the ground, the others
attacked. Everyone was silent. For the most part, the guys took
care of the threat but one man turned just as Heaven moved to the
mix. She gripped her knife tight and thrust it into the man’s gut,
ducking when he threw a punch. With her lowered position, she made
a split second decision and pulled downward with the knife instead
of up. The blade gutted the fuck from the belly down to his groin
when the bone stopped her movements. She swiftly pulled it out and
did one more swipe, slicing through the material of the man’s pants
and dick. He gurgled on blood as he looked down in terror. His eyes
came back up to meet hers and in that little moment, Heaven smiled
at him. He had time to register the pain and shock of a woman
sending him to his grave.
Ha
. As if the fucker would get a
grave. He’d be lucky if they didn’t leave him out to rot in the hot
sun and let the vultures pick away their rotting flesh. It was only
the start of an epic redemption for all the pain he’d caused these
girls, but she didn’t have time to give him the torture he
deserved. So this would have to do.

As he fell to the ground, Heaven looked
around to take note of the situation. Everyone had already dropped
the targets and was now staring at her. She put her hands up,
silently asking, ‘what?’ There was a lot of head shaking and a few
smiles coming from them, but Shady and Abi were flat out grinning.
Tonto nodded toward the bodies and the men quickly pulled the
corpses from the main walkway and into the darkness before they
continued.

The next target was only two. These men were
bigger than the first bunch, but still equally as stupid to their
presence. When they walked into their group, Abi didn’t wait for a
signal. She stepped out in front of one and punched him in the nose
in an upward swing, shoving it back into the man’s brain. He
dropped immediately. It was Shark who tended to the other, and
being the smartass he was, copied her maneuver with a smirk. She
rolled her eyes with a smile and helped drag the fat ass she’d
killed out of view. The hit did little to appease her blood thirst,
but it was a start.

They trekked the two miles into the earth,
taking out each oncomer with little effort. Only one man had
spotted them, but it was already too late as he reached for his
gun. The team had worked together like the highest trained military
squad on the battlefield and dropped each one with precision until
they found a door. “We go in two-by-two. I want half inside, half
outside keeping guard. Remember, we can’t free the girls yet. Not
until we have Reyes and can bring down the human trade operation.
As tempting as it will be, you must stick to the damn plan,” Fork
enforced. He projected his authority, but everyone knew his speech
was for himself also. None of them wanted to walk away and leave
the girls in this hellhole. But they had to. The entire rescue
mission counted on them being able to keep their shit together and
do the hardest thing some would ever do in their life. The women
were going in for the sole purpose to calm and reassure the girls
that help was coming. Fork and Tonto were both accompanying them
along with Sandman, Raven, Shark, Gage, Rig, Cajun, Kink, and
Maxi.

Tank stayed behind with the others. His brute
strength and temper was a valuable asset and great toward any
unwelcomed parties who might approach. Fork opened the door,
surprised to see it unlocked. That meant the girls weren’t directly
inside, or they were being held at gunpoint by guards. Either way,
he thought out plans to work with any situation that might arise.
He cracked it open silently, peeking through the thin crack to get
an idea of what to expect. What he saw, he couldn’t believe. He
tore his gaze away long enough to turn back to the group. “Get
ready. There are five guards that I count. But…”

“But what?” Tonto asked in a whisper.

“We underestimated on the number of girls by
fifty, maybe more.”

“Fifty?” Tonto said on a shallow breath. He
kept his whisper low only where Fork could hear so not to alert
anyone of their presence, but the last word was hushed because he
felt shock wrap around his throat at the thought of fifty or more
girls subjected to such agony. Fork nodded and lifted his chin,
giving the signal that they were moving in. He slowly pulled the
door open enough for them to get through, sneaking in first and
hugging against the wall tight to keep them concealed for as long
as possible. The most nauseating stench hit him like a brick wall.
Feces, death…infection… The place smelled like a thousand dead
corpses rotting in the middle of summer.

Heaven choked back a gag, partially from the
horrid smell but more so from what she saw.

Row after row of dog kennels stretched down
the long length of the room. Girls were locked inside, most looking
so close to death she wanted to scream. Malnutrition and
dehydration was visible in more than a few. The girls that were
still coherent watched, all silent and their eyes widening. Heaven
put her finger to her lips to tell them to remain silent, and they
nodded. She had a feeling there was no way any of them would risk
not getting a chance at being saved. Most didn’t seem to comprehend
that it was an option even with the group squatting right in front
of them. As each member entered, they crouched down low to the
ground and moved around the left side of the room. So much for plan
B.

Once they’d made it to the far side of the
room and at a spot the guards couldn’t see, Yo Neg leaned toward
one of the cages. A young girl, maybe twelve, that had the
brightest red hair Heaven had ever seen and the most unique
turquoise eyes that once upon a time she was sure had sparkled like
the most tropical of oceans slid over to him.