Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) (9 page)

“What’s this about Adriana?” asked Slammer after I hung up with Vanda.

“They’ve got her,” I said angrily. My hands were shaking, I was so pissed off. “Where’s Misty?”

“I think she left,” said Tank, scratching the stubble on his chin.

“She did,” said Slammer, pulling out his cell phone. “I’m calling this in. Let everyone know what’s going on. Fuck, I might even call Bastard on this one.”

Trying not to lose it, I headed toward the exit. I was furious but I was also terrified. For Adriana. If they were the ones that had grabbed her, she might already be dead.

“Where you going?” asked Tank, following me.

“I’m going to Misty’s and then to Minnesota if I have to,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’ve gotta find her, brother.”

“I’m coming with you,” he said, when we stepped back outside into the cold. “You packing?”

I turned back around. “No, but I sure as shit need to be.”

“Don’t worry about driving home for it. I’ve got something in the safe for the both of us. Hang tight,” he said, turning back around.

I waited for him in my truck. When he stepped back out of the bar, Slammer was with him.

“He’s coming with us,” said Tank, handing me a revolver.

I put the gun in the glove compartment. “Okay. We’re going to Misty’s place, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll follow you in my vehicle,” said Slammer, nodding toward his black Yukon Denali.

Tank got into my truck and started making phone calls to other club members, telling them to stand by for instructions.

“You think Misty knows about this?” he asked between calls.

“I don’t know but I’m going to fucking kill her,” I said, gritting my teeth, “if she doesn’t help us find Adriana.”

“She will when we get our hands on her. We’ll make her tell us everything, even if we have to beat it out of her,” he replied. “You know where she lives?”

“Kind of. She lives in that trailer park near St. Peter’s, doesn’t she?” I answered.

“Yeah. You know which trailer?”

“No.”

“I’ll direct you.”

“Okay.”

When we arrived at Misty’s, her car was parked in the small driveway and the light was on.

Slammer pulled in behind me and we all got out.

“I thought that was you. What are you guys doing here?” asked Misty, opening the front door before we had a chance to knock. She blew out a cloud of smoke and smiled. “Are you looking to party?”

“Fuck no. We’re here to talk,” I said sharply, trying to keep my cool.

“Talk?
Now
?” she asked, looking surprised. She moved out of the way so that we could enter. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

We stepped into the trailer; it smelled like the fruity perfume she always wore and stale cigarettes.

“Seriously,” she went on. “What’s so important that the three of you had to drive all the way out here when you could have just called me?”

“Quit with the bullshit,” I said, turning around to face her, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like grabbing the two-faced, conniving bitch and throwing her across the room. “Where the fuck is Adriana?”

“Your Old Lady?” Misty’s eyes widened. “Why would I know where
she
is?”

Slammer sighed and pulled out a gun. “Enough with the lies, Misty. Tell us where she is or I’ll blow your fucking head off. We have no time for this shit. A girl’s life is in danger.”

She took a step back. “Why are you telling me all of this stuff?” she asked, looking frightened. “I have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

“We know all about you and your dealings with the Devil’s Rangers,” snapped Tank.

“The Devil’s Rangers?” she laughed nervously. “What the fuck, Tank? Why would I have any dealings with them?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” said Slammer, grabbing her by the arm. He held the gun to her forehead. “Why would you fuck us over for those pieces of shit?”

She began to cry. “Please, don’t kill me. I don’t know anything about Adriana. I swear to God.”

“Liar,” I said, feeling so frustrated, I wanted to grab her and shake the truth from her. “They have her and you know it. Where in the fuck have they taken her?”

She shook her head quickly. “I don’t know. I don’t. Please, you’ve got to believe me.”

Her cell phone, which was sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa, began to vibrate. Tank leaned over and picked it up. “Looks like you have a text message, Misty,” he said, pushing some buttons. “From someone named ‘M’. Who’s ‘M’?”

“My mom,” she said quickly. She held out her hand. “She’s very sick. I need to read the message.”

Tank grunted. “Don’t worry, I’ll read it to you.”

“Please, just give me my phone,” she begged, her lips trembling.

“It says that you need to get out of town, Misty.” Tank looked at her and smirked. “What do you think that means?”

“That she needs me,” she said.

“Still playing games, huh? Do you really think we’re that stupid?” replied Tank. He typed something into her phone and sent it.

“What did you type?”

“I asked ‘M’ why,” he said.

“You’re looking a little warm, there, Misty,” said Slammer, staring at the beads of sweat on her forehead.

“You’d be sweating too if you had a gun pointed at your head,” she snapped.

The phone vibrated again. Tank read the message quietly and then looked at me.

“What does it say?” I asked.

“It says that they have something of Raptor’s and that he’ll be looking for it,” he replied, smiling grimly.

“Busted, you fucking bitch,” said Slammer.

She looked at me. “I swear to God, I had no idea that they were going to do something this.”

“Enough with the lies!” I hollered, staring at her in disbelief.

“Your words don’t mean shit to us right now,” said Slammer in a deadly voice.

Tank typed something else and sent it.

“What did you type?” I asked, pacing back and forth in the trailer.

“I asked what exactly that meant.”

After a few seconds, the phone buzzed again.

“It says not to worry about it and that she needs to get to Minnesota,” read Tank...

“This is bullshit. Give me the phone. I’m calling him,” said Slammer.

“You think that’s a good idea?” asked Tank.

“You gotta better one? Adriana’s life is on the line. We need to try and resolve this without her getting hurt,” said Slammer.

Sighing, Tank handed the phone to him.

Slammer shoved Misty toward me.

“I’m so sorry,” she wept. “I didn’t think they were going to kidnap your girl.”

“What the fuck did you think they were going to do?” I snapped at her.

“I don’t know. I –”

“Shut up, Misty,” warned Slammer, putting the phone on “speaker.”

“Yeah?” said the voice. It was definitely Mud’s.

“It’s Slammer.”

There was a long pause. “Slammer, huh? What’s up?”

Slammer laughed coldly. “What’s up? You know exactly what’s up. Where have you taken Adriana?”

“Adriana? Adriana who?” he replied, sounding bored.

I grit my teeth. “You know exactly who, motherfucker.”

Mud chuckled. “That you, Raptor? How are things going these days?”

“Listen to me,” I growled, “you fucking piece of shit. You’d better let her go or I’ll –”

“You’ll
what
?” he hollered. “Send The
Judge
to come looking for me? Your crazy, psychotic brother?”

Slammer and I looked at each other.

“Didn’t think I knew, did you?” asked Mud.

“What the fuck do you want?” asked Slammer.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Cut the bullshit,” said Slammer. “What the hell do you want because we really don’t fucking know.”

He sighed. “At first, I just wanted straight revenge, for all of the shit you’ve caused for us. Burning down our building, threatening us with some bullshit story about having proof that we were somehow involved in Krystal’s death. I mean, where did you come up with that? Shit, Tank probably killed her when he was fucking that little bitch.”

“You piece of shit!” snarled Tank. “You’re fucking done, man. Done!”

“Watch your mouth,
Son!
” shouted Mud. “Right now, I’ve got the floor and I’ve got the goods, so you listen up and keep your shit quiet!”

“What do you want?” asked Slammer before Tank could respond.

“I’ve been thinking,” he replied, in a friendlier voice. “There have been enough deaths, don’t you think?”

“There certainly has and that girl you’ve got, Adriana? You need to let her go. If you don’t, the war we’ve shared in the past will look like a fucking cookie convention,” warned Slammer. “I’m as serious as shit about it, too. Let her go.”

“Actually, I have two girls who should be arriving here shortly. Adriana and some girl named, Brandy. If I remember correctly, you two were an item once, weren’t you, Raptor?”

My eyes widened in surprise. “You have Brandy, too?”

“It was an accident. She claimed to be your Old Lady when we picked her up outside your house. Fortunately, she confessed to who your
real
Old lady was and now we have both.”

“Are either of them hurt?” asked Slammer.

“They’re alive. That’s all you need to know.”

“Listen to me, Mud, Brandy is pregnant,” said Slammer, looking at me. “If someone beat her, she might need to see a doctor.”

Mud laughed. “Pregnant, huh? Tough break. Is that your brat, Raptor?”

“Fuck off,” I muttered.

He laughed.

“Enough of the bullshit. What do you want from us?” asked Slammer.

“I want two-hundred-fifty grand to start out with. I also want The Judge. Give me those two things and I’ll give you what you want.”

I swore. Two-hundred-fifty thousand dollars. I didn’t have that kind of money. My house wasn’t even worth that much.

“Why do you want The Judge?” asked Slammer.

“He killed Breaker. Why do you think?”

“Are you trying to tell me that all of this is because of that shit-bag, Breaker?” sneered Slammer, staring at us in disbelief.

“He was a Devil’s Ranger. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to avenge the death of one of your brothers,” he answered.

“I wouldn’t have a piece of shit in my club and I certainly wouldn’t consider him a brother,” replied Slammer.

“Bullshit, you have several degenerates in your club. What the fuck are you talking about?” said Mud.

“What a crock of shit,” I said. “We don’t rape innocent women. We don’t have to.”

“You lying cocksucker,” he said, laughing. “You all act like you’re a bunch of choir boys but you don’t fool me. Besides, Misty tells a different tale.”

We all looked at her and she shook her head quickly.

“Speaking of Misty, we have her in our custody, obviously,” said Tank. “You interested in a trade?”

Mud laughed. “Why the fuck would I want Misty? She’s of no use to me. Not now, anyway.”

Misty’s mouth dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, there she is. Enjoying the conversation, darlin’?”

“Fuck you, Mud,” she snapped.

“Done that and you’re still not worth the trade. No offense.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “You… you fucking lied to me. You said that you’d always take care of me.”

“That was Breaker. I don’t recall saying anything to you other than ‘bend over so I can do you doggy-style’.” He howled in laughter at his own joke.

“You’re such an asshole!” she cried, staring at us in shame.

“Jesus, will someone just keep her fucking quiet, she’s giving me a headache,” said Mud, no longer laughing.