Rain Falls (15 page)

Zane stood by the window of his large office. He was staring out the high-rise he now owned. It was all his, this is what he built. To the outside he was a respectable businessman who bought and sold bonds for very selective entrepreneurs. In reality, he was their pimp, their drug dealer, their blackmailer, and finally, their owner. Nothing was going to take it away from him. He was too smart.

They had left, his men told him, and Storm was coming to him. It made it so much easier. Not that he really cared; he paid the best mercenaries in the world to get her for him. Then she would be taught a lesson before she died. She was going to know who owned her.

“So, I hear my loving sister is coming home.” He heard Angel say as she walked into the room. Zane turned, she was wearing a tight, white dress that made her look like an Angel, and of course, she was not. What she was was perfect for him. He married Storm because she had been so pure, and soon realized his mistake. She couldn’t handle this life, no matter how much he wanted her to fit. Of course, he could have made her, but her father helped her escape. At first he had been pissed, and then Angel showed him she was his perfect match.

“She is,” Zane said smoothly, walked to her, and kissed her on the forehead like they weren’t planning on torturing and selling a person.

“Well, so far we are up seven million in bids. We will have a nice honeymoon with that money,” she laughed. They had agreed the money made would pay for their wedding and honeymoon. It was irony, which they both got off on.

“Good, who is in the lead?” Zane asked. He wanted to make sure a sick fucker got her.

“The man from Germany,” Angel giggled. “The one who made the modified torture box you love so much.”

Zane grinned. Perfect. It would give her a fitting end. “They left early, should be hitting the city in about an hour, I have people waiting on every road coming in. One of them will pick her up. Once we find out they have her, we announce the bidding closed. Make sure the German stays ahead.”

Angel grinned, pulled his head down, and kissed him passionately. When he pulled back, she was smiling.

“Of course I will, no worries,” she laughed and then turned and walked out of the room.

Everything was going as planned.

Treat and Rain nodded at each other and then Rain raised her hand. They were the Road Captains for the trip, and had planned down to the last stop how they were going to get into San Diego. They all knew people were watching and Freebyrd and the others had already told them they spotted men on some of the roads coming into town.

At the last stop, they talked about how to handle it. Basically because, by being watched, they figured Rugel was going to try to take Rain on the way into town. A surprise attack would be the smartest since they were coming to them. Plus with all of the motorcycles, they were a target.

Treat and Rain had brainstormed. They wanted Zane to know they were coming, but they didn’t want them to know where they were going. The Warriors’ compound in Oceanside was actually hidden. Freebyrd was brilliant, they had a three block area where they owned a mechanic’s shop. They bought the houses and building surrounding over the years so now they held a three block radius where unless you were a Warrior, you didn’t live. No one paid attention and no one cared. Nothing like hiding in plain sight.

However, to get them there without bringing attention was another deal. So Treat and Rain had poured over maps until finally they figured out how they would do it.

Currently they were pulled over in a row of storage buildings after making sure no one was following them. They had pulled over and come back to them and were now in the back lot where people on the road couldn’t see them. They were waiting for three large trucks to come and get them. One of them was a motorcycle transport semi, which had heavy tarp side covers so no one would see their bikes. The second was a vehicle semi, it would take the trucks and weapons, which no one would recognize since they had used wrap when they left the compound and had now peeled it off, making the trucks look different. And the last was the enclosed semi, they would all pile in and drive right into the compound where no one could see them and then unload.

The guys had been surprised they could organize this so quickly. However, they were women, and they were resourceful. Or Treat was, she had promised the guys from the Cali Chapter she would stay for a few weeks after the mission and help them get their new club up and running with good dancers. It was a good trade off since Treat had her eye on a few of the guys in Cali, and had for a while. Since everything with Trick had gone down, she had felt a little lost. She was coming back, she told the others. She just needed to have a bit of time and they were giving it to her. They agreed Nike and Bob would stay with her as well, since both women actually were going to talk to some of the ol’ ladies of the Cali group about making a Lady Chapter there as well.

Mostly they wanted to because they needed contacts in a lot of cities so they could help the women who needed it. It had been Rick’s idea, and they had all agreed. Now, they were just making things solid.

Rain turned and heard the rumble of the semis. It was time to get this show on the road. When they drew closer, she saw who was driving one of the rigs and rolled her eyes. She should have known since her father had been talking about meeting his old friend for the last twenty-four hours.

They pulled to a stop and Joe ‘Freebyrd’ Callehan jumped out of the cab of the semi, followed by his sweet petite woman, Casey ‘Bic’ Callehan, who was wearing her classic biker bitch attire. A pair of holey jeans, a black shirt with fringe around the waist, her thigh high boots, and her bleach blond long hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing huge white sunglasses with bling around them.

“Woohoo, bitches!” she said with her hands flung in the air. “I need me a cut and a patch, I am ready to join!”

“Woman,” Freebyrd growled. “Gimme a minute to talk business before we start gabbing.”

“Fuck off, Byrd,” Casey said. “Finally got some bitches who understand the meaning of the words ‘female cock’ and I am not wasting a moment getting the deets.”

Byrd rolled his eyes and looked at Creed, “Such is our life.”

“I hear ya,” Creed muttered and then Rick stepped out.

“Shit, thought you were dead,” Rick said gruffly and Byrd laughed and shook his head.

“Everyone tried, seems I have more than nine lives,” the man laughed and both of them did the one armed man hug.

“So I hear y’all need a ride into Oceanside?” Byrd laughed and Rain stepped up.

“Yep, and is everything else there that is supposed to be?” Rain asked. Some of the Warriors were supposed to be watching all of Zane’s hidey-holes. She knew he was going to move to one of them soon, fucking coward.

“They are watching, so far, Rugel and the chick are still at the office building, but I guess some of the calls we have intercepted have them being mighty pissed about where you have gotten off to. Last call we heard, Rugel said they were going to stay in the penthouse until they had the package,” Byrd said.

“Yeah, not gonna happen. Give him time, when they can’t find me, they will move. He is too paranoid,” Rain laughed.

“Well, once we get back to the compound we will be able to look a little more closely at what they are doing. Let’s get you loaded up and ready to go, shall we?” Byrd said and everyone nodded and moved, getting to where they needed to be.

Charro and Knight went right to the communication’s office when they got off the truck, Rain followed as did Rick. The others were getting the supplies and bikes offloaded. They all knew what they needed to do, and Shay had told Rain she would be point because she knew Zane best. Plus, they also wanted everyone to be on the same page when it came down to it.

“Where is he exactly at?” Rain asked, looking at the map; they had pulled up on the computer screen marking all of the places that Zane owned or were known to be hangouts. She skimmed them and since she had left, he had increased his holding considerably.

However, even with that, he still had his safe spots. She knew he wouldn’t get rid of them, and he hadn’t. Now she needed to make sure he hadn’t actually gone somewhere else. It would be a problem, but they would figure it out.

“He is here,” one of the Warriors named Stone said and pointed at the screen where there was a red dot. There was also a blue one at another place and she pointed to it.

“Who is this?” she asked.

“The chick,” Stone said.

Rain leaned back and then looked at the guys. Angel was at her old house. She paused briefly, because there was only one reason for her to be there.

“Angel is going to grab the one thing they think will control me,” Rain smiled.

“What is that?” Knight asked tightly.

“There were two things Zane held over my head before I left, one was my teacup puppy. Her name was Sandy, and I adored her. When I left, I was devastated I had to leave her behind. The other was my father’s career, Zane made tapes he threatened to release to the public if I even thought about leaving. They would have ruined my father. I figure my beloved Sandy was given to the shelter, which means they will try to get my compliance by using my father. They think I would do anything to keep those tapes from being released,” Rain laughed.

“Why? What is on the tapes?” Charro asked.

“Zane drugged me several times before I left, it was when I knew he was going to kill me if I didn’t get out. I don’t remember shit about them, but trust me I saw them. The tapes were of several high ranking military officials taking turns having sex with me when I was passed out,” Rain said slowly.

“The fuck you say?” Knight roared.

“Who?” Charro bit out. “And why the fuck didn’t you tell us.”

“One, because it happened to me, and my father spent a lot of money getting me therapy for it after I escaped. And two, until right now, you didn’t need to know about them. They don’t mean dick, because my father already took care of it. Zane obviously had left them in the safe all these years waiting to use them. He didn’t look at them. If he had, he would have seen they were now blank. Rick had someone break into our house and make sure they were unusable. Zane threatened my father for a few months with them, which is why I know he didn’t look at them again. My father laughed and said show them. But Zane thinks he can still fuck with my mind, that I am a weak little girl, he will try to use them against me. I changed back to my mother’s maiden name to let him think I was distancing myself from my father in case he released the tapes,” Rain laughed.

“I am not finding a fucking bit of humor in this shit,” Knight yelled.

“Me either,” Charro snapped.

“Okay, how about this. After I had my surgery and changed my appearance and dad knew I was safe—he made an appointment with all the men and they showed up to a restaurant that my father had booked for the night. He invited them to sit, showed them the tape, and then proceeded, with the help of several of the other guys my dad served with, to beat the hell out of them and explained quite eloquently how it would be in their best interest to retire and disappear. They heeded my father’s warnings,” Rain laughed.

“That still doesn’t—” Knight said tightly.

Rain reached up and cupped his cheek. “Yeah it does, it is in the past, and it is where it will stay. I am not the weak individual who left here, I have changed, and he has no clue who he is dealing with now.”