Highway to Heaven (19 page)

“Ah. The whore speech. Spoken like a true
sociopath. I’ll gladly go to hell if it means sending you there,
motherfucker!” Abi decided it was time to mix things up a bit. With
her knees pinning his shoulders to the ground—and let’s face it,
being an old drug and human trafficking king pin didn’t require a
lot of physical activity, which showed—she grabbed her blade and
decided to do a little artwork for herself. Starting with his
graying hair, she sliced the top of his head off, scalping him.

“Aeiee!” she hollered in a war cry.

“We’re gonna make you suffer, motherfucker!”
Shady glanced over the bloody limb and up to his crotch and went
straight for it. The knife sliced the material free, cutting
through both his slacks and his boxers he wore. “Fuckin’ dickless
bastard,” she growled. She thrust the knife in his nut sack and cut
it open until his balls fell out. “Just as I thought. No balls.”
She sliced them free of the cords that they dangled from and he
threw up. He choked and gagged on the blood and bile but Abi didn’t
relent.

Abi continued to slice and dice him up, not
enough to kill him but enough to hurt and slowly seep blood.
“You’re going to die a long, painful death. When the devil takes
you, you’re going to be begging for his wrath after we’re done.”
She carefully, with great precision, cut his eyelids off where he
had to watch. “Now you have to see. See what we do to you, and
remember all of the horrible things you’ve done that taints your
soul.”

“Stop! Please, stop!” he screamed.

“This is for taking my daughter, and sending
her to live a life of misery with a couple of drunks!” Shady pulled
a full on Lorena Bobbitt and whacked off his shriveled dick. His
screams tore through the room. Dominic passed out from time to
time, and Abi would punch him just hard enough he’d come to for
them to continue their assault.

Blood covered both girls, but they didn’t
stop. Not until his black evil heart stopped beating in his chest.
“Well, I think that about does it. Unless you wanna keep cutting on
him until they have to use a Shop-Vac and Ziploc baggies to clean
him off the floor,” Abi said.

Shady smiled at the idea, but knew there was
more work to do. This was only the end for him. They still had
cleanup to do, and despite the guys efforts to keep the girls away
while they did their business, she was going to be a part of it.
This was her business. Her past. And now, it would stay there.

“Nah. Let’s go.” She got up and wiped her
hands on her pants, noticing all the blood for the first time.
“Damn. He bled out like a fish.”

“Yeah. Weak fucker. All that time, he hid
behind his minions. If anyone would’ve faced him head on, he’d have
been exposed for the weak sonofabitch he was.” Abi’s lip snarled
when she looked back down at him. The patch of his hair oozed on
what once was perfectly polished marble floor. Shady took a minute
to let everything go. All of the demons that had plagued her left
and flowed back into his lifeless body. She was for the first time
in her life at peace.

Abi and Shady made it back to the warehouse
and froze in their steps. Shady turned to Abi, her eyebrow arched.
“I’m thinkin’ they wanna send a message.”

“Yep. I guess we weren’t the only ones with a
little anger management problem. Well, I want in on this. I’ve had
it building up for a long time and haven’t had time to train or
fight. Seems like a good way to get it out of my system,” she
grinned.

“Let’s do it.” Shady and Abi walked through
the garden of pikes that stuck out of the ground. Each one had one
of the participants from the auction or guards impaled on it. It
reminded Abi of Pick Up Sticks gone bad. And quite appropriate.

Every body had been placed the same, skewered
on a stake for all to see. This was the evil that had plagued the
world. And, this was the message to anyone who wanted to fill their
shoes. The Savages and Ops would hunt them down and send them to
hell. “They thought a head on a pike would scare us? What now!”
Cajun hollered, gaining whoops and hollers from all of the bikers
present. Shady walked up to him and put her arm around him. He
looked down at her and his eyes went wide. She was covered in blood
from head to toe. Splatters of it spotted her face and neck. Both
of her hands were stained bright red.

“You finish it?” he asked, eyeing her for any
sign of injury. When he realized it wasn’t her blood, he smiled and
shook his head. It was a stupid question, but he still wanted to
make sure Reyes was good and dead before they left.

“Yep. It’s over.” She leaned her head against
his chest and felt the weight of the world lift off her and a new
beginning beam in her soul.

“Good. Now, it’s just about us, baby. Us, and
Jas.” He wiped her lips off with his t-shirt and kissed her, hard,
deep, and territorial. There, amongst the corpses, Shady found true
happiness. Morbid, but hey…look how her life had been.

*****

Fish and the Feds brought in emergency
medical vehicles to stabilize the mass of injured, malnourished,
and dehydrated girls Jas and the girls clung to. They offered moral
support and had done miracles with the ones that were traumatized
so badly they’d slipped into their own minds. One by one, the
ladies brought them out and showed them they were safe. They’d
called in a jet to fly them all back to the States where they’d be
treated at the hospital and reunited with their families. For the
ones that didn’t have anyone to go home to, the Ops and Savages had
arranged to take them in and offer them home and family. Of course,
both clubs had brought funds together to purchase properties and
had dorm rooms being set up for them to share and live in, as well
as jobs for the older girls. It was a safe house of sorts, giving
them protection, but more so a family who cared and would be
involved in their upbringing. Never again would these girls feel
helpless or like they didn’t have a place of their own in the
world.

“You boys did great out there,” Agent Jones
said to Fish, Fork, Tonto, and Sandman. “I may not agree with your
methods, but the results were better than we’d hoped for.” He
glanced over at a little red-headed girl who couldn’t have been
more than nine or ten. “I have daughters of my own. If something
like this were to ever happen to them…” his voice cut out from
emotion that only a father could contain. “I’d only hope someone
like you would come along and deliver the justice those sick fucks
deserved.”

Fish grinned, knowing that he teetered in the
gray area of his job most of the time. Normally, law enforcement
was black and white. Today, he saw them all turn to the gray for
the better good. “If we have more cases like this…cases that we
can’t do what needs done, I’ll call you. There’s no way a court
room could have done what needed to be done. Those pikes weren’t
nearly enough, but it got the message across. Good job, men.”

“We’ll be here if you need us,” Tonto nodded,
feeling pride in both the Ops and Savages. Fork put a hand on his
shoulder and turned to Agent Jones. “Anytime,” he added. As the
agent walked away, Fork embraced Tonto in a brotherly, one arm
handshake, half hug with the slap on the back.

“I’m proud to call you brother,” he said
where only Tonto could hear. Tonto hugged him back.

“Brothers forever,” he added.

After they’d ridden back to find the entire
city block taped off, if that’s what you wanted to call the area
that the bar, motel, and little store resided in, Shady and the
girls parked their bikes. “Shower. Food. Alcohol,” Heaven stated.
All the girls nodded in agreement.

“I never thought I’d be happy to come back to
this shit hole. But old and busted or not, I need to get this filth
off me.” Shady grabbed her keys and they all walked to their rooms.
The adrenaline rush was over, and all of them were crashing and
fast. The guys were slowly trickling up one by one after they’d
finished their part in the grand finale. “We better move our ass if
we want hot water. Once the guys get here, they’re gonna have the
same idea we do.”

The girls all shared a glance and high tailed
it into their rooms. Jas headed to Tami and Sadie’s room,
announcing she was bunking up with them for a little girl party.
“I’ll send one of the guys over to stand watch. You girls deserve a
little fun,” Shady said. She set off to get one of the laptops for
them to use as music and made a list of things for one of her guys
to get at the store for them. They had no business in the bar, but
that didn’t mean they couldn’t party, slumber-style.

“Sounds good. I’m thinkin’ we need to test
out the ice cream down here,” she winked. Shady smiled. How Jas had
grown up to be such a good girl, she’d never know.

*****

Heaven tossed her head back under the water,
allowing the warmth to wash away everything that they’d just
endured. Now that it was all over, her mind wandered to other
issues she needed to resolve. Raven. Gage. And somehow, even though
they’d only shared a kiss…or mini make out session might be a
better description. How the hell had she ended up in this shit?
Bikers weren’t the fall-in-love kind. They were the
ride-‘em-hard,-put-‘em-away-wet or pass-‘em-on-to-the-next-guy
type. Yet, she had three guys chasin’ her. She let out a part sigh,
part laugh. There wasn’t much she could do about it right now. She
wanted to shave her legs, put on the little jean skirt and bandana
top she’d brought to celebrate in, and get drunk off her ass. Fuck
the guys. She was gonna enjoy their victory.

*****

Gage leaned back in the chair, tilting it
against the wall and took a long pull on his beer.

“She needs someone to take care of her.
Either of you fuck up, I’m gonna be standing there waiting. Heaven
isn’t a normal bitch. She’s the ol’ lady any of us would ever hope
to get.” Shark didn’t give a shit how it sounded. Yeah, he had a
crush on her like every other guy with a dick around her did, but
his concern for her was deeper. Not necessarily romantic, because
it hadn’t gotten that far yet. Just a deep need to take care of
her. When he’d heard she had been going without, he’d almost jumped
the Savage’s prez. No girl needed to struggle. Not in their family.
That’s what bikers did. They took care of their own. His eyes shot
back and forth between Raven and Gage.

“Either of us? What the fuck you implying,
Shark?” Gage’s instant hot temper flared.

“Don’t feed me that shit. I see how you two
are rolling in the fuckin’ dirt over her. You keep it up, both of
you are gonna loose her. Which is fine with me,” Shark said,
shrugging his shoulders smugly. “Ya know what? Keep acting like
little jealous bitches. Gives me the perfect opportunity to move in
and give her what she needs.”

Raven stepped up in Shark’s face, his eyes as
black as coal. “Keep talkin’ and you’ll be eating all your meals
through a fuckin’ straw, Shark.” He felt something bump against his
side and turned to see Gage’s eyes just as lethal. He stood,
shoulder to shoulder with him in a wall of defense against Shark.
Raven stared at him a moment, his face stone cold as if he were
deciding what to make of it. Either he was about to take them both
on and demolish the shitty little bar, or something else was
brewing in that head of his. Gage waited, readying himself for
whatever the verdict was.

“He’s right,” Gage said, his voice low and
gravely. The tension grew thicker. He could feel the electricity
coming off all three of them like lightning igniting in a thunder
cloud. Raven stared, his fists clenching and releasing at his
sides. Instead of getting into the all-out bar fight with Gage and
from the look on Raven’s face, Shark was expecting him too, he
walked off over to the corner and slammed back the neck of a
Tequila bottle.

“Damn. This got pretty fucked up fast.” Shark
shook his head and peeled at the corner of his
cerveza
.
Mexican beer tasted like horse piss, but it was cold and wet. And
right now, he needed the fuckin’ alcohol. He eyed the bar,
considering following Raven’s lead but he was still propped against
it. Fuck it.

“
Amigo
! Tequilla,
por favor
,”
he said in the most white boy way someone could. The bartender
grinned and handed him a shot. He slammed it back and motioned for
another. Yeah, it was gonna be a long fuckin’ night.

*****

Heaven finished her shower, stopping for a
moment to let the hot water hit her back and neck to work some of
the tension out before getting out. She glanced at herself in the
mirror, and squared her shoulders. Let ‘em chase her. Tonight, she
was gonna work what the good Lord gave her.

She dressed, brushed her hair out and let it
air dry so her natural waves could go loose, and painted her eyes
dark and smoky. She decided on a deep red lip-gloss to counter the
dark on her eyes and did a onceover in the mirror. “Time to have
some fun,” she said to herself and stepped out of her room. Each
step she took toward the bar was intentional and had attitude.

When she walked in, most of the crew was
already there, and their eyes all cut to her. “Hot damn, girl!”
Chevy let out a whistle. “You are dressed to k-i-l-l!”

Heaven giggled. “Hey, Chev. Thanks. Let’s get
this party started!” she bounced, raising her arms up in the air.
They walked to the back where all the girls were hanging out.
Which, ironically, was the same place she’d gotten shit faced and
danced on the table. “Fuck it,” she said to herself.

“How’s the girls?” Sahara asked. She hadn’t
been there long given the full beer she held. Heaven could see that
protective sister coming through and smiled to ease her worry.

“They were belting out, “Before He Cheats” on
Karaoke when I left. Kink was in charge of being designated DJ and
Blade was making another trip over to the store for more ice cream
and root beer.” She couldn’t help but feel happiness inside at how
the girls had looked. Both were acting like normal teenage girls
and it melted her heart. Maybe a lifetime of things like this could
erase what they’d been through.