Shady: MC Romance (19 page)

“I got it,” Treat said and they looked at her.

“What?” Freedom said and looked at them in surprise. It was what they were all feeling, because truthfully, Treat was the sweetest one of them all. She was the only one who had felt guilty when they had to deal with Trick last year. It had been hard on all of them, but knowing Lola had somehow had a hand in it all, just pissed them off.

“Lola said she had talked Trick into helping them. I mean, I know she was an adult and could make her own decisions. She got herself into that mess, and I know it. But damn, we were best friends and she totally fucked up. I still wanted to help her even though I knew she was going down a dark road.”

The girls were silent, then finally Shady said, “Okay, you can take point. We need to know specifics about Dom and his father if she knows anything. Right now, I would guess she does know a few things but more than likely they didn’t trust her with anything big. Maybe we can at least get a date on the shipment.”

The girls talked quietly to each other, none of the men stepped up and asked what was going on. It was tense in the house, but they all knew it was the Warriors or them right now, and the Warriors were not going to fucking lose.

*****

Two hours later, Shady and Harmony were standing outside the shed smoking a cigarette. Both of them were grim, the intensity of the questioning had gotten downright nasty. Freedom and Nike were making a few phone calls to verify some of her information. They needed to make sure what she was telling them was true before they finished.

“Never thought I would ever be bloodthirsty, but listening to that bitch and all the shit they had planned. Seriously, they fuckin' deserve to die,” Harmony said coldly.

“When I was younger, I always dreamed of a man running in and saving me from my life. It was my father, you know. And when he never came I knew fairy tales are just that, a dream. I met the Warriors, and for the most part, they flew above the radar with the law, but they also know what has to be done and they do it. I learned that people respect them even if they do bad shit, mostly because the people they do bad shit to are worse than anything most normal people could imagine,” Shady said quietly.

“Yeah, I get that,” Harmony said and took a drag from her cigarette.

They heard a scream come from the shed and they both took a deep breath. “We need to finish this,” Shady said firmly and Harmony nodded.

*****

An hour later, the Bitches walked out of the shed with a paper full of notes and a recording for backup along with a brain full of evil. Not for what they did, more for what they had to hear. Bob had been the one to end it, but all of them would have done it if she hadn’t. The final piece of information was given and it made them all sick.

The evil bitch had shown them right up to the end why they were doing what they were doing. Hearing the plans for the children they had kidnapped over the last month and held hostage, was disgusting. She had shown no remorse for her part in the scheme and had only cared about the money they offered her.

They stood in the fresh air, each of them taking a deep breath before anyone moved. “Meet at the bar after a shower?” Shady said softly and all of the women agreed.

“First a vote?” Freedom said quietly.

Shady nodded. “All those in favor of remaining Bitches?”

Everyone said ‘Aye’ and Shady nodded and then said, “Shower then a drink.”

They all walked slowly to the main house. Harmony, Free, and Shady had brought clothes to the main house to change into. They didn’t want to track blood into the sanctuary of their homes.

*****

“So she said the shipment was in a week?” Creed asked the girls.

They had all returned to the main room of the clubhouse and gotten a drink before the guys descended. They wanted to know what they had found out, and their patience had come to an abrupt end.

“Yeah, the guy and Dom are meeting at the storage place. They have both drugs and guns. That is not all though,” Harmony said and looked at the girls at the table.

“What?” Creed said and frowned.

“The cages you all saw? They are for the girls they had kidnapped. They are selling them to this guy,” Shady said.

All of the men leaned back and started cussing. “What the fuck?” Cajun whispered.

“Yeah, they have them all over the place, hidden. Children too. Lola said she doesn’t know where exactly, only that Dom had several safe houses where he did his business,” Freedom added.

“We need to stop them,” Fork said slowly. “We need to stop them and kill them.”

“Agreed,” Creed ground out. They were pissed off and shit just got real. The guys would never mess with kids. That was fucked up, and so far over the line, they were disgusted. Especially when Lola said that one of the girls they were supposed to be delivering, Dom had taken for his own. She looked like Shady enough that he wanted her.

Shady had almost thrown up when Lola had told them that. She held it down long enough to find out the girl had gotten ill before Dom had gotten to her. She was taken to one of the safe houses to be tended to and then was to be brought back. It made her sick to think of the terror the girl was going through. They needed to find her before she was sent back to Dom. Shady would never forgive herself if she didn’t.

“Did she have any idea where the houses were?” Easy asked.

“No, she only knew they weren’t in town, but the one where the girl was taken was close because she heard Dom talking to whoever was transporting and they were pissed about her puking in their car on the short ride,” Freedom said.

“We need to make some calls,” Poke said and the guys nodded. It was time for them to reach out and start getting things shut down slowly so when next week came, they had everything covered.

The Diablos were going to scatter, and the Warriors needed them contained so they could be dealt with. Nothing was going to ruin their plan, too many people depended on it. Hearing they had no idea where the safe houses were, was not a good thing. They needed to find them and find them before next week. That meant hundreds of miles in the desert they had to search. It was going to take time, time they didn’t have.

“Where do we start?” Freedom asked and turned to look at her men and the other men that were at the table. They were going to help, they had to, after listening to what the plan was with those children, they were hell bent on finding the kids before anything else could happen to them. Even thinking about what they had been through so far was too much.

Chapter Seventeen

Slider and Cajun were riding next to Shady as they searched the stretch of road they were assigned. They had been at it for more than three hours already. Shady pulled to the side of the road, the guys followed and she was off the bike before they even parked.

Cajun heard her scream with frustration when he cut his engine. “Motherfuckers!”

Slider got off his bike and walked to Shady, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She was still screaming into the air. It was a tortured cry and Cajun felt helpless. He had been in that space before and he knew where her head was. She needed to get it out and not let it fester, he knew this, but it still broke his heart. He walked so he was standing next to the couple, grabbing Shady’s hand and held on.

“Why?” she screamed into the desert, but there was no answer.

Neither of the guys answered her because there was no answer for the question. This entire thing was fucked up, and Shady was blaming herself because one of the girls looked like her. It was fuckin' with her mind, because all she could think about was what she went through as a child. No one should have to go through that.

“I hate that fucking asshole,” Shady screamed and Slider held on tighter.

“Get it out, babe,” Cajun said and turned to look at the desert. There was nothing, yet there was everything. The scarce desert was the perfect thing to take on all their misery.

Shady screamed and screamed as Slider held onto her. Cajun stood and let his anger flow out of him, he gave over everything that had been done to him. It had been long enough carrying the burdens of his captivity. Shady was doing all of the venting for them as he held her hand tightly.

“Help me, babe, let it all out for both of us,” Cajun whispered and Shady turned to him, tears streaming down her face and she nodded. Then she raged some more. With each breath, the tortured scream let more of the pain go.

When she was finally done, she sagged against Slider. The rage was gone and all that was left was acceptance. Shady didn’t know what to do now, how did she move on from this?

“Good, baby,” Slider whispered. “Now fill the empty space with our love.”

Shady’s breath hitched and she leaned her head back against his shoulder. “I can’t.”

“You can, feel it,” Slider said softly and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

Shady cried softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Fuck, baby, the three of us deserve each other,” Slider said. “We are claiming you as our, and nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to come between us.”

Cajun took a deep breath, picked her up out of Slider's arms, and held her close to him. He felt the connection growing stronger; her need for their comfort, a declaration in and of itself.

“I love you,” he whispered and he felt her jerk at the words.

“Why?” she whispered.

“I love you,” Cajun said again. “Finding you has made me complete. Everything I was missing is you. I need this—I need you, that's why.”

Shady put her head in his neck and sobbed. “Damn you.”

Cajun chuckled a little, “Most chicks wouldn’t cuss when a man told them he loved them.”

“We are seriously a fucked up mess,” Slider laughed.

Shady shook her head. “We are the perfect fucked up mess though.”

“Come on, babe,” Cajun said. “We need to get on the road.”

*****

Two hours later, the sun was just beginning to go down when Cajun saw it. A dim light on the horizon that seemed to be floating in the middle of nothing. He watched it for a few minutes before he signaled the others.

Shady and Slider nodded and pulled over. Cajun yelled over the roar of the engines. “Do you see that?”

They both turned and looked and Shady pulled out a map from her pocket. Before they left, they had circled the area they knew were known safe houses for some of the drug cartels that came up from Mexico. Where the light was there was no circle.

“Let’s check it out,” Shady said and they nodded.

The light was at least three miles off the main road, they drove two of them then pulled over to walk the rest of the way. Of course, they didn’t walk down the road, they turned and walked parallel to the light for a while then turned. There was a small grouping of trees they could hide in while they watched.

As they drew closer they could tell someone was inside the house, there was smoke coming from the chimney and a black SUV was pulled off to the side of the small cabin.

It looked like it had been an old hunters' cabin, because it was planks of wood thrown together, making it lean slightly.
Hell, the whole roof could come down any second
, Slider thought as they kneeled in the shadows of the trees and waited.

There were two windows, both covered with sheets it looked like and the dim light showed one shadow of a man sitting at a table. They knew it was a man because of his bulk.

“Is he alone?” Shady whispered and the guys shrugged.

They waited a few more minutes and when Shady was losing her patience and ready to just walk up to the fucking door and knock, they heard it. A scream, the man who was sitting in the front room stood and yelled for whoever was screaming to ‘shut up’. It didn’t stop the screaming. Cajun, Slider, and Shady pulled out their guns and held them at the ready.

Apparently, this was some ritual because the man was yelling about it not working still. That no one was going to hear her because they were in the middle of nowhere, and no one cared. Shady was ready to yell back that she fuckin' cared.

They couldn’t make out the words from the female who was screaming, they could only hear the man, but whatever was happening in the cabin was not right. Even if it wasn’t the girls they were looking for, there was something wrong. None of them could walk away from that.

“We need to call the guys,” Slider said and Shady nodded.

“Go, I will wait and watch,” Shady said and Cajun shook his head.

“No, where you go we go,” Cajun snapped.

“We need to get help, and if they leave, we need to be able to follow. Go call the guys,” Shady whispered and Cajun shook his head again.

“Not happening,” Slider agreed.

“Damn it,” Shady said and went to back up when they heard the man yell loudly that he was gonna make whoever was yelling sorry.

“Shit,” Slider said and pulled out his phone and hit the number as they ran to the front of the shack. “Trace this, and send backup with a wagon,” he yelled into the phone and then dropped it as Cajun ran to the front door and kicked it in.

The door slammed against the side of the shack and Shady thought the place would fucking fall around their ears, but it didn’t. Inside was a little larger than they thought, a small alcove held a chair and a TV that they hadn’t been able to see. They entered into chaos. There were two men not one, and both of them had a girl in their arms struggling.

“What the fuck? Are you with the Diablos?” the largest man yelled and tried to grab the weapon on the table. They had their answer, they had found at least two of the girls. Slider kicked the table and the guns flew against the wall and fell in the corner.

“Let them go,” Cajun said and raised his gun and pointed it at first one and then the other.

“Fuck you. Who are you?” the larger of the two men yelled.

“Your worst nightmare, motherfucker,” Shady said. “Let them go.”

Both men pulled the small girls up in front of them, holding them as a shield. Shady heard one of the girl's whimper while the other one looked to be close to passing out. Shit, she was skinny and her hair was matted to her head. She looked like she had been here a while. But Lola said the kids were all new, who was this girl? She had blond hair so she wasn’t the one who looked like her, no that was the other girl, the one who apparently had been yelling. Her hair was long and black, just like Shady’s. She had whimpered because the man who was holding her had his hand wrapped in her hair.