Hard Rider (A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Wild, Nikki

  “We found one of them,” he replied bitterly, turning his head. I could see the pain in his face as the clouds shifted, casting moonlight through the window. It seemed to only highlight his sense of failure. “But the other two were already gone. They were prepping the others – my sister included – for international travel.”

  I wanted to cross the distance between us and soothe him with my cupped palm along his cheek, but he was such a tightly coiled ball of frustration that I feared his reaction.

  “The cartel switched gears in the years after that. Maybe they thought it wasn’t worth the trouble if those operations could call down a surprise assault from beyond the border.”

  “What did they do then?”

  “Víboras Verde dabbled in other trades,” Hunter answered coolly. “But the other markets – drugs, murders, corruption, your other real moneymakers – they were already cornered by bigger, badder fish.”

  “I’m guessing the other cartels?”

  Hunter’s chuckle answered the question. “For a detective, you don’t seem to know very much about this. Your focus is domestic, I guess?”

  I nodded, but my irritation was palatable.

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” Hunter corrected himself, seeing my annoyance. “Quick history lesson on the Mexican cartels: it’s a nest of fucking hydra down there. Even if – and that’s a very tentative if – you manage to sever the head of one, another pops up.”

  “Are you talking about destroying a cartel, or toppling a leader?”

  “Doesn’t matter. Kill a kingpin, and you cause a chaotic power vacuum. Sometimes, someone worse rises to take the mantle. If you knock out an entire organization, then congratulations – you just expanded operations for the others.”

  “So how do you plan on getting rid of them?”

  “I don’t,” Hunter admitted. “That’s a fight that’s not mine. It’s never gonna be mine. Víboras Verde is one of the smaller groups causing a ruckus, and they’re probably the largest force I’m willing to antagonize. I’ve got to pick my battles. If I lead my men into battle against the big cartels, my entire club would be snuffed out in a heartbeat… And that would just be the start… The cartels don’t fuck around. They would make sure we’re broken in every sense of the word. They go after your friends and your family, and then, they come for you.”

  I shook my head in surprise. “You’re willing to risk that kind of thing for these girls? Do your men even know what they’re going up against?”

  Hunter’s eyes darkened as he stared me down. “My men know exactly what they’re going up against…”

  “And the ones that joined since then? They’ve heard stories so dark and twisted that it keeps them up at night.”

  I didn’t understand.

  “Why?” I asked. “Why would they risk it?”

  Hunter’s gaze added a chilling layer to the sardonic grin that crossed his face. “Most of them know some poor girl that went missing down here. They join up because what the cartels do to those girls… what Víboras Verde alone does to them… I’m talking about pure concentrated fucking evil.”

  My fingers absentmindedly slid along my forearm, and I realized that my skin was prickly with goosebumps.

  “This is personal for me. It’s personal for all of us,” he continued darkly. “These people came for my sister, Sarah. They almost dragged her into a horrific life of heroin addiction, endlessly humiliating rape, and disgusting malnourishment. They took away her humanity.”

  I, more than anyone, knew how affected he had been when she turned up missing. He had dropped everything to find her… He went straight to the toughest people he could find and pled his case…

  And now, he led those men.

  Hunter was going to lead them into battle against his old enemies once more, determined to stop them at every turn.

  “What makes you so sure that it’s the same people?” I asked. When he stiffened up, I quickly added: “I’m just playing Devil’s advocate. You yourself said that there’s a ton of cartel activity beneath the border… why are you so convinced that it’s the same people who came for your family?”

  Hunter exhaled sharply.

  “We’ve got eyes on these guys,” he replied. “There’s something of an unspoken coalition that’s formed out here. Rival biker clubs, outlaws, even some gangs… there are some standing truces and understandings among us.

  “Several unconnected sources – sources that I can trust – have been saying the same thing: Víboras Verde is back.”

  “And you can trust them?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “But if they’re rivals of yours, or looking to muscle in on your territory…”

  Hunter shook his head. “That’s not really the case anymore. Out here in the desert, it’s good to have people on your side of the law, perched in your corner and watching your back.”

  I tilted my head curiously. This sounded interesting. “Hunter…”

  "Call it whatever you want: honor among thieves, professional courtesy, or simple favor currying. But we all have an understanding…”

  “An understanding?” I parroted curiously.

  “That’s right. We have a closed ecosystem here… something of an equilibrium. We call ourselves the Outlaws Brigade… or just the Outlaws for short. When someone or something appears in our desert that is truly horrifying enough… we set aside our differences and take care of business.”

  It was such a difficult concept to wrap my head around. I knew a little about the Devil’s Dragons when Hunter joined them – they were the local menace, as my father would put it.

  Drug trafficking, shootouts, vandalism…

  Hunter had been just the latest recruit, paying off his debt to the club for their service. But what kind of effect had he had on them? He’d ascended to take the helm of club president…

  Was it possible that he’d united the bickering factions out here, right under the nose of the law?

  It was too ridiculous a question to even ask.

  Shaking my head, I glanced over at Hunter. His arms crossed again, he was watching me carefully, studying how the cogs turned in my head. He knew that I was figuring something out, and the cocky little smile that crossed his lips told me that there was more to this than met the eye…

  “This cartel, Víboras Verde. Let’s assume it’s really them. Why the sudden interest in going after them now? Why are you looking for these girls?”

  Hunter’s smile faded. “Because it’s not just those three pretty little white girls… There’s a dozen more you haven’t even fucking heard about.”

  I poured myself another cup of coffee. “There was nothing in the case file about any other missing persons Hunter. If there were more kidnappings, I’d know about them.”

  Hunter shook his head. “No… Take three white girls and the entire country goes on red alert. The cartel learned from that little mistake. They underestimated the media attention..”

  “So, what was the lesson? Don’t kidnap from above the border?”

  “If only.” His jaw tensed. “They learned the awful truth: kidnap three white girls, and they get all the news. So, they changed tactics… after all, why steal Tiffany, Samantha, and Karah when nobody bats an eye if you go for Valeria, Mariana, and Carmen?

  I froze, the mug halfway to my lips again.

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that my old friends have been targeting undocumented immigrants in kidnapping sprees for the last two months, because they know that the police don’t give a rat’s ass. No local heat, no media attention on either side of the border.”

  I sat the mug down on the countertop.

  “Are you trying to tell me that the local authorities aren’t hunting down any kidnappings in this area?”

  Hunter scoffed. “I’m telling you that, from a particular perspective, the gradual and scattered removal of illegals from these parts is seen as a good thing…”

  “You’re fucking kiddi
ng me.”

  Hunter suppressed a laugh. “A sixteen-year-old girl from Guatemala was pulled out of her trailer a week ago right here in El Paso. Did you hear a fucking word about it?”

  I crossed my arms bitterly. “Did I hear about the kidnapping of one girl? No, Hunter, I can’t exactly say that I did.”

  Hunter slowly uncoiled his own. “What about the seventeen-year-old twins from Nicaragua? They were taken from a town less than thirty miles away. That one happened a couple of days ago… in broad daylight.”

  I didn’t move.

  “Did you hear about it?” He insisted.

  Hesitantly, I shook my head.

  “No, I thought not. You think those are the only ones? Not even close. In the last two weeks, do you want to guess how many undocumented girls have been abducted from these parts?”

  My breath caught in my throat.

  “How many, Hunter?”

  He flattened his palms against the island countertop between us, his face glowering with anger in the dim lighting.

  “Fifteen. That’s more than one abduction every single day, Sarah.”

  “Fift…fifteen?” I could barely stomach it.

  “That’s right, Detective. Fifteen girls have been stolen from their homes, from their families, from their communities… and nobody cares. The parents go to the police and end up fucking deported. The law isn’t going to help them. The media isn’t going to represent them. They’re being sold into sexual slavery, and nobody has the balls to put their own necks out and save any of them.”

  “Nobody but the Devil’s Dragons…”

  “You’re goddamn right.”

  Keeping his eyes on mine, he stiffened his back, pulling away from the island.

  “You’ve come here, asking questions about those fucking cheerleaders. I’m not saying their kidnapping isn’t a tragedy. Of course it is. But don’t even try and tell me that you or anybody else noticed what’s really happening down here.”

  “I didn’t know,” I sorrowfully told him.

  “Of course you didn’t know. Everybody turns a blind eye, but we’re going to do what they won’t… We’re going to go after these fuckers and we’re going to stop them before they take anyone else.”

  “You didn’t go to the press with this?”

  “Of course we did. Missing, undocumented girls don’t exactly make compelling headlines as far as the local stations are concerned. Believe me, we tried to drum up some other eyes on this thing…”

  “How long have they been doing this here? Two months, did you say?” I asked him, lost in thought. I was doing some of the math in my head.

  I was starting to realize how this all fell into place… the girls, Hunter’s relation to my case, everything…

  “About two weeks after they took the cheerleaders across the border… It took them a while to iron out the kinks, but they have a well-oiled machine now. Up until half a month ago ago, they’d taken maybe ten or fifteen girls, maximum. They’ve abducted that many since… I laid everything out for the Tucson Police and they fucking turned me away,” he snarled, staring out at the moon. “They didn’t give a single fuck. Bullshit about jurisdictions, and unreliable testimonies… for my efforts, I got myself interrogated for hours, along with some of my best men… and then thrown out on our asses.”

  “They didn’t believe you?”

  “Like I said, illegal immigrants leaving this country isn’t exactly one of their primary concerns.”

  I bit my lower lip. “Have you reached out to the El Paso authorities?”

  “That’s why it took me a while to make it to Tucson,” Hunter bitterly replied. “They wanted even less to do with the problem. Held me up a while. Spent a few nights in jail under some bullshit charges… they’re not exactly happy to have us around, even if we try and clean up the things that they won’t touch.

  “When the leader of their newest resident club knocked on their front door… evidence or not, they made some trouble for me. That’s why I rolled the dice with Tucson… I thought that the people at Ground Zero on the missing cheerleaders would want to know that I’d found their abductors.”

  “And they didn’t,” I repeated.

  “You tell me. You read the file…”

  We stood in silence together for a short while, contemplating these things. It was starting to get late – I glanced up over at the clock, realizing that it was getting close to midnight already.

  “I want to help,” I blurted out.

  He didn’t seem to notice my words.

  “Hunter, if there’s anything–”

  “I heard you,” he cut me off, his handsome, stern glare matching my gaze. “And I don’t doubt that you can handle yourself. There might be a use for you in the coming storm…”

  “Coming storm?” I asked, looking for clarity.

  “That’s right, Sarah,” he replied. “I’m waiting on information from one of my scouts in the area. These twins that were abducted… I have reason to think that they haven’t gone across the border yet. If that’s so, I might be able to rescue them – and from there, we can figure out how to track the cartel’s movements.”

  “What? Seriously? That’s huge!”

  Hunter ignored the praise. “With a pinch of luck, I might be able to save whoever they haven’t sold off yet…” His eyes cut to mine, “…And maybe your cheerleaders will still be around.”

  “You think I can help?”

  “Maybe…”

  He crossed the kitchen, pulling me into his strong, tender arms. I relaxed into his embrace, my face resting against his shoulder.

  I thought back to how naïve I had been as a teenager. All that I could see was a reality in which Hunter’s world had molded him into a selfish killing machine, serving the leaders of his club with thoughtless, sterile precision.

  But none of that had happened.

  He’d bent the club to his mold, flushing out the wicked and leading the Devil’s Dragons MC to a new era – one of honor, respect, and fighting for the right causes.

  The young Sarah had been so foolish.

  Hunter was never going to be in danger by joining this world; instead of his light being snuffed out in the dark, the fire within him rose until it burned away all the shadows.

  I was ripped from my thoughts by a buzzing in his pocket. My lips pressed against his tight skin as he flipped open a heavy, durable phone, glancing down at the screen.

  “Hunter… I will do everything that I can to help you,” I promised him. “Whatever you need.”

  “It makes me happy to hear that, Sarah…” he murmured softly before I heard the satisfying click of the phone snapping shut again. “…Because according to that message, Víboras Verde is moving the girls tonight.”

  Chapter 47

  I followed behind Hunter as he rushed off on his bike towards the club. He had every intention of sobering up as many of his bikers as he could in order to launch a spontaneous strike against the cartel.

  A feeling of dread overcame me.

  Hunter seemed fit to ride and my mind was spinning at the prospect of what he was asking me to do… Even if the two of us were fit for whatever was coming, there was no telling what debauchery his club had gotten up to after we left.

  Compounding my dread was my ringing phone. After the third missed call, I finally dug it out and almost panicked.

  It was Lieutenant Crabbe.

  What on Earth is he doing calling at this hour?

  My worst fears were realized as I reluctantly, fearfully answered the fourth call.

  “Well, if it isn’t my wayward fucking detective,” the Lieutenant’s voice crackled out over my speakerphone. “When I told you to get a lay of the land, I didn’t exactly think that I had to say Stay in motherfucking Tucson.”

  “I think I might be onto something,” I answered as carefully as I could. “After our last conversation, I wanted to be certain before I–”

  “You think you’re onto something,” he snuffed down the line
. “Alright, Detective, let me give you the benefit of the fucking doubt. What do you possibly think you have FOUR FUCKING HOURS away from the city I specifically sent your ungrateful ass?”

  “Cartel,” I answered quickly. “There are some other disappearances down here, and I have reason to believe that it’s the same people behind both.”

  “You know, the funny thing about GPS trackers is that I know you left Tucson an hour after you rang,” the Lieutenant snarled over the radio waves. “I knew the moment you drove outside of a fifty mile radius of that city…”

  What, seriously? What the fuck?

  “So, tell me,” Lieutenant Crabbe continued, “Who the fuck exactly did you find to interview to give you this lead of yours?”

  I was backed into a corner with no other way out… and I had only one card to play.

  “There was a secondary investigation, done by people in the area with vested interest in these girls,” I answered. “A biker club by the name of the Devil’s Dragons.”

  “ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?!” He screamed down the line. “Are you telling me that I have to hold your goddamn hand through the fucking case files?”

  “But Lieutenant, I–”

  “You listen to me right now. I don’t know how much goddamn clearer it had to be for you to discredit the bullshit spewed by some biker fucks that went vigilante… Our people in Tucson vetted their shit. And that’s what it was! Shit! Grade A, primo horseshit purveyed by the local thugs to put the police on a wild fucking goose chase! They wanted less heat around so they could swap drugs, you stupid, miserable fuck!”

  “I think there’s more to it,” I calmly replied. “I’ve met with these people. These aren’t your typical thugs. They’re trying to do something meaningful. They want to give a voice to all these abducted girls–”

  A sharp intake of air over the line silenced my words, and I felt my chest seize up.

  “This is over that photograph, isn’t it?”

  The wind was sapped out of my sails.

  “That’s what I fucking thought. I saw how you looked at that guy. You know him, don’t you? How the hell did you get mixed up with a fucking biker gang?”