War looked at Stone and they frowned a little. It was too easy; their woman was no way that compliant. It was a trick and they both knew it. “Soft my ass,” War growled and proceeded to flip her back over, placing her on all fours. Stone and he worked her for hours until she fell asleep with the promise she understood.
Chapter Thirteen
For two days the Warriors worked to shore up security and get the Lady Riders set up in the small house they would be using for an office. Bic and the other girls were working hard to make sure the contacts they had were solid and not going to be an issue when they needed them. Since they were working basically with the underground, the people could be sketchy, and they couldn’t afford to have someone drop the ball when they were working to help these women. It wouldn’t work.
Treat and Bic were meeting with Boony again today to try to get the man to actually sit in one place for more than a second. So far, he had succeeded in avoiding them for the last two days, and they finally had one of the guy’s coral him into the new office space.
“We need to know exactly what you can do. I mean, we know IDs and papers, but exactly what kind, how much, how fast do you work, what do you need for equipment,” Bic said to the man who was grinning at them.
“Whatever you need, chicas.” Boony laughed. “It only takes me a few ticks on the clock once I have an idea of what I need. It is simple really, most people think it takes brain power but it doesn’t, chicas. I can mastermind a whole life for people in the blink of an eye. One thing the military taught me was to get into all the places I needed to in order to gather Intel. It is solid, you don’t have to worry. And as for scratch, I told you, the lean-to you gave me is the best place I have crashed since I got out. Just enough for food and stuff, I am good.”
Bic frowned. “This is a lot of work for a lean-to and some food, Boony.”
“Yeah, but that’s the way I roll, chicas,” Boony said.
“But…” Treat said and he shook his head and looked at both women.
“Nah, trust me, if I need something I will ask, right now I am groovin’ with what I have,” Boony said and then looked around the office. “What you have going on here is righteous. Maybe I need it as much as the women do, a purpose…and hope. Been without it for a long time, and it is good to finally have it back.”
He hit the desk with his palm twice and stood. “I have connections that will help you out. I will give them a buzz. I can probably get you set up on a list that they have in some of the rooms I am in, you know in the deep web, where only the cool dudes go. Suits who do the same thing on the outs, in the real world, they are overloaded and always looking for another avenue, word of mouth is how this will spread, I can help you with that.”
Both women sat back and looked at the scruffy man as he walked out of the room whistling. He was an enigma, something neither of them would ever figure out.
“You know if he cleaned up a little, he could be hot,” Bic mused.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Treat said and then Boony yelled back into the room.
“Hey, thanks for the compliment chicas. Free, your woman says I am hot, you got some competition,” he yelled and both women giggled.
“I am going to go get the rest of the office supplies ordered, the guy from the furniture place said some of the items we were looking at are on backorder, but he has some other ideas. Plus, I will swing by the hospital and check on Jilly, the doc said she would be released tomorrow if all was good,” Treat said.
“Boo and Buddy are doing real good together. And the guys have made sure the house is guarded at all times. But if anyone is watching, they could easily find out where he is if you go over there. It is too dangerous, and we have to be safe,” Bic said.
“I really want to just hold him, you know since all of this happened, I haven’t had the opportunity to be with him. Free thinks it is too dangerous,” Treat said sadly.
“When your sister is released and we find the asshole who is responsible, everything will calm down. You and your sister will be able to sort shit out,” Bic said.
“Yeah,” Treat replied and then walked away thinking of everything she had to do before she was able to come back and spend a little time relaxing before tomorrow when finally her sister would be home. She was excited, but she wished they would find Lane and deal with him. Then everything would be perfect and they could move on. That is what she wanted now. They needed closure. Her mother’s funeral was going to be hard enough, Bic and Free were setting it up for her already for the weekend. Just enough time to get Jilly settled, plus all the security they were getting for it, some of the guys were coming from Nevada.
War and Stone were talking to the security company, working out alarm systems that would ring to their phones when the perimeter was breached on three specific houses. Free had agreed the two men would be in charge of that.
They were just finishing their meeting when War’s cellphone rang. Stone was walking to his bike when he heard the tone in War’s voice and he turned around and waited.
“Wanna tell me why we’re just figuring out that he was sitting across the street this whole fucking time,” War snapped into the phone. “Yeah I know the cameras don’t go that far, the bastard was sitting just out of view.”
He listened for a second and then hung up the phone after barking an order to whoever called.
“What?” Stone said.
“Lane was in a stolen truck across the street from the compound about twenty minutes ago. Z saw him when he pulled away from the curb. Took him a minute to grab his bike and follow, but Tiny said he caught up with him after a few blocks. Tiny has the gate now; he is locking the place down until we all get there. They are doing a head count to see who is still out,” War said and the guys got on their bikes and moved.
Treat was on her bike when she heard the roar of another bike coming up behind her. She looked over her shoulder and frowned. She couldn’t see who it was; there was a truck bearing down on her fast. She squinted and saw it was Lane behind the wheel. Shit, he was headed right for her.
She turned and gunned her engine and shot off right through the intersection, narrowly missing two cars as she heard the honking behind her but didn’t look back. Dammit, she needed to get off the street, too many people could get hurt. She maneuvered her bike through traffic until she saw a parking structure she could hide in. Treat looked in her rearview mirror, Lane was far enough back that he wouldn’t see her veer off if she did it right.
Taking a deep breath, she moved quickly, sliding in front of a large delivery truck where she knew Lane could not see her. Then she swiftly cut into the garage, pulled into a spot, and looked over her shoulder. It was only moments before she saw Lane go by, never looking in her direction, instead she could tell he was still looking ahead. Then Z went by, shit, he was by himself.
Treat pulled her phone out and called War first who didn’t answer and then Stone. Neither answered, she called the gatehouse right when she heard the most horrific sound. Metal on metal crunching, Treat sucked in a breath, got off her bike, and ran to the sidewalk. Two blocks down, she saw the accident, the truck Lane was driving, and the motorcycle, which was in the bed of the pickup. The bastard had slammed on his breaks.
Not thinking of anything other than getting to Z, she ran. When she got close she called out for Z, where was he? The bike had no rider. There were people out of their cars and running to help. Treat saw the driver’s door of the truck was open and no one was in the cab. The fucker had run.
She heard the sirens and still looked desperately for Z. Finally, her eyes latched onto a group of people who were bent over a body. She froze, was he dead?
Her phone was ringing, but she ignored it, slowly she walked to the crowd and pushed herself through until she could see the man lying on the ground. His eyes were closed and there was blood on the right side of his body, his leather jacket peeled back and exposed an arm, which was a mess. His leg was at an odd angle and no one was touchin
g him. She felt the tears as she looked at his still body. Then with a roar, he jerked and yelled.
“Motherfucker tried to kill me.”
The club was on lockdown, Jilly was discharged from the hospital for her safety after War and Stone explained to the doc what was going on. Thankfully, he agreed Jilly would be safer away from the hospital. Unfortunately, Treat hadn’t been able to go and visit yet, as the whole club was in meetings to figure out what to do next. Lane tried to take out one of their guys, the Warriors wanted blood.
Z was sporting a cast on his leg and about thirty-five stiches in his arm but he was alive. And right now, he was pissed the fuck off.
“He grinned at me in the rearview mirror, the fucker, then slammed on his brakes,” Z recounted the last thing he remembered. “But he was following Treat. I could tell, took me a minute to see her.”
“Yeah,” Treat said. “Probably thinks I will give him Buddy.”
“Right now, Jilly and Buddy are in the safe house. They have guards and security, no one is getting to them. But, Treat, you are going to have to stay away. Until we catch him, if he sees you go there, he will know. Now that Jilly is out of hospital, Lane will know we are hiding her. He is gonna watch, and we are gonna let him,” Free said quietly.
“Let him? Are you serious?” War snapped.
“Deadly,” Free said and looked around the table. “We protect what is ours, and right now, that is Jilly and Buddy. No one in or out. Lane has made a few calls and gotten some help with the promise of a big payout. I am assuming he knows Treat has a stash. Now, Creed sent Joker, Kink, and Raven back, they will be here in the morning. Not coming to the gate, they are going to find where he is hiding at. Because he can’t sit on the street anymore. We are making contact with the people who Lane made all of these promises too, offering them a higher payoff if they turn on him. All of this is gonna take time. We meet again tomorrow.”
The room dispersed while Treat and her men remained in the room. Free looked at them and shook his head.
“Go home, take the night, we regroup tomorrow.”
“But…” Treat started and he looked at her closely.
“I know you want to see her, and you will, when we catch this fuck. Treat, there is a lot going on here that is going to need to be dealt with. However, we are going to take one thing at a time. Lane is first up,” Free said, and Treat noticed the look he threw in Stone’s and War’s direction.
“What else needs to be dealt with?” Treat asked, looking between the men.
“Nothing you need to worry about right now,” Free answered.
“Free, it is my family who is involved and the cause, this is my mess,” Treat whispered.
“This stopped being your business and became ours when he tried to kill Z. For now, we take over, nothing is gonna happen to your nephew or your sister.”
Treat nodded and stood. “Meet you out front,” she said to War and Stone who nodded and waited until she left.
“He wants her, doesn’t he?” War said and looked at Free who nodded.
“That is the word, he is going to go for Treat and the baby,” Free said and both men nodded and stood.
“Not gonna happen,” War said. “Find where he is, we deal with him.”
“What else was found out?” Stone asked.
“Data found the information that filled in the blanks about Treat’s real mother and how Chet ended up with her,” Free chuckled and continued, “Boony may be out there, brothers, but the man knows his shit. I had him in the office and Data was there working and hit a wall, he was having a bitch of a time breaking through the codes to get where the information was he needed. Boony asked if he could help so Data looked at me and I shrugged. No shit, the man sat down, grabbed the keyboard, and in about two minutes he was in where Data was trying to go.
“So yeah, if he can do that faster than Data, he is going to work nicely for what the women need him to do.”
“You going to fill in the blanks for us?” War asked.
“Sure,” Free said and proceeded to tell them exactly what Data, with the help of Boony, uncovered.
“Holy fucking shit,” Stone and War said in unison.
“Yeah, that about sums it up,” Free replied.
Chapter Fourteen
Lane grinned as he watched the idiots filing out of the main building. They had no clue who they were dealing with. He already knew they were making phone calls, he also knew they were going to try to flush him out. Seriously, they were amateurs.
Then there she was, the whore who had started this whole fucking mess. His only mistake had been he didn’t kill that motherfucker on the bike who followed him. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. His plan would still work; it just needed a little tweaking.
Bikers who think they can horn in on the action of the people who have run these streets for years, it was laughable. All because they were helping a pathetic woman who didn’t deserve to still be alive. That was their weakness, the men Lane knew would kill their own mother if it made them some money. The same people he had used to keep himself hidden for all these years. Money walks and bullshit talks. And Lane had the cash hidden away, he just didn’t let everyone know it. One of the reasons he had told his caretakers that his new woman had a lot. No need for everyone knowing about the laundered money he kept, or how he had come by it.
No one was smarter than him.
Lane grinned as he thought of the call he was about to make. Her world was about ready to fucking fall apart and she had no clue. It was sad really, tomorrow morning she was going to be his, because she was going to come right to him.
Chapter Fifteen
Treat waited out front of the clubhouse until the guys walked out. Then she followed them quietly as they rode back to their house. She already knew they were pissed. When they had shown up at the hospital emergency looking for her and Z, they had been livid. She hadn’t checked out like she was supposed to, and she hadn’t made sure the guys knew where she was going. Because of that, Z had thankfully followed her out the gate to call her back. He had seen Lane.
When they walked into the door to the house and it slammed behind her, she grimaced and turned.
“Please, you have to listen,” she said, ready to apologize.
“No, actually, I don’t. War and I have agreed that we are going to chain you to the bed and keep you here for the rest of our lives. If you are nice, we may even feed you,” Stone snarled.
Treat snarled. “You know I can pick any lock that you put on me.”
Stone threw up his hands in frustration.
“You could have been killed dammit,” War snapped.
“Yes, and I was wrong not to follow the rules. I am sorry. I was thinking about shit and completely spaced off,” Treat started.
“That is what I am talking about. You think an apology is gonna work when you are dead?” Stone said.
“Well I am not,” Treat said back and then glared at them. “I fucked up.”
“Yeah, babe, you fucked up,” War said and stalked to her. “Now, you are gonna make it up to us.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him to the bedroom.
“You can’t fuck me every time you get pissed off, assholes,” Treat yelled.
“Yes we can, I thought we made that clear.” Stone laughed. “Besides, you need to make it up to us, I lost nearly a year off my life I was so scared.”
War lowered her head back onto the pillow and stood, his hands going to the fastening of his jeans. “You want to apologize? Then start right here.”
Treat slowly got to her knees, unable to take her eyes away from the sight of War’s cock as he slid his pants to his knees and freed it, wrapping his hand around it, to stroke it. “Well if I must.”
Mesmerized by the pearly fluid at the tip of War’s cock, she reached for him, stopping abruptly when he caught her hand. Looking up at him expectantly, her eyes widened when he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath before opening them again.
> “Take it into your mouth.”
Leaning toward him, she had to open her mouth wide to take the large head of his cock inside, swirling her tongue around it as she did and licking off the creamy white bead of pre-cum.
Knowing that both he and Stone watched her, she closed her eyes and gripped his hips to steady herself, taking his cock into her mouth as far as she could.
“Slowly, Treat. You are making me crazy,” War growled.
His rough, grating tone told her she didn’t have far to go.
Caught up in pleasing him, she started to suck him, careful not to touch his cock with her teeth.
The deep groan that rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest seemed to vibrate over her skin, increasing her awareness of her nudity and sending little prickles through her. His groan and the way his hands tightened in her hair was stimulating her down to her pussy.
“That’s it, Treat. Use your tongue. I want to feel how sorry you are while you suck my cock,” the tone of his voice had deepened, sending another surge of lust through her. Her pussy clenched, hungry to be filled, making her shift restlessly and clamp her thighs together.
She didn’t know where Stone had gone, didn’t know if he still watched them, but she found herself listening for any sound that would tell her his whereabouts.
With the intention of making War as mindless as they made her, she began to slowly bob her head over his cock, using her tongue to learn every bump and ridge, playing close attention to what pleased him. She soon became immersed in the thrill of earning one of War’s groans, a thrill going through her when his hips jerked or his cock jumped in her mouth. Loving his taste, she brushed her tongue along the underside, smiling around his cock when he groaned and his cock jumped again.
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