Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1)

by Savannah Rylan

  Cash reached around me and opened my car door. “You’re right, Sunshine, I don’t do monogamous. But if you ever decide you want a good fuck again, come back and see me,” he said and then walked away.

  Cash

  I fucked two girls last night, yet I couldn’t get Sunshine out of my goddamned head. She surprised the shit out of me when she turned me down and walked away from me. Said she didn’t want to share me. Did she think she was going to pussy whip me and turn me into boyfriend material? There was no way in fucking hell. But goddamn it, I wanted to fuck her again. The girl was amazing and made me come like I’d never come before. No matter how infuriating she was, she was right about one thing though. I was used to getting what I wanted and, the more she held out, the more I wanted to bend her over my bike and thrust hard and deep into her tight, pink pussy.

  “You okay, man?” Kade asked, as he sat on the barstool next to me.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered, resting my elbows on the bar. The last thing I wanted was to tell Kade I had some chick on my mind. He might have wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to Sienna but that was a completely different story. “Just need a beer.”

  Mikey’s was a local joint that we frequented when we were out on business. The crowd was low key, and the bartender always bought us back a round. Besides, we needed to pick up payment. Tonight was about killing two birds with one stone.

  Mikey D, the owner, appreciated our services in keeping the community safe. We might have run illegal drug dealings, and other questionable business affairs, but we took care of our community. We kept the gangs out that were making other towns uninhabitable. Never would we allow the common person to be hurt by our ventures. We kept them safe and, because of that, the local businesses gave us kickbacks.

  Sammy, the bartender, slid an envelope across the bar and Kade put it into the inner pocket of his vest. He held up two fingers and we nodded. He came back with two pint glasses, and placed them in front of us.

  The door opened, and Sammy let out a heavy sigh. I glanced over my shoulder, and watched, as two guys strolled in like they owned the joint.

  “Who are they?” I asked.

  “Pains in my fucking ass,” Sammy stated.

  “Yo, Sammy boy. Two cold ones,” the guy with greased back black hair and a goatee said.

  The other guy walked up to two girls that were sitting at the end of the bar and minding their own fucking business. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, with a nod of his head like he was hot shit. There was something familiar about him that I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

  Kade elbowed me in the side. “Isn’t that the shithead who was dealing in our territory?”

  That’s exactly who he was. I turned back to Sammy. “What do you know about those two?”

  “They started coming in here about two weeks ago. They have no standards, and will hit on anything with tits.”

  “Have you ever seen them make a deal?” Kade asked.

  “Not inside. A few times people followed them outside, but, until now, I never thought much of it. Assumed they were going out for a smoke.”

  “Doubtful,” I muttered, keeping my eyes on the two guys. “Do us a favor, Sammy. Keep an eye on them. If you suspect anything, call us.”

  “Will do, boys.” He tossed a rag over his shoulder, and headed over to a couple on the other side of the bar.

  When he was out of earshot, I turned my attention back to Kade. “Who do you think they’re working for?” I asked.

  “Fuck if I know. Could be anyone, though it wouldn’t surprise me if it were Montamos. Those bastards have been trying to get this territory back for a long time. When that dickhead Angelo became president, I had a feeling it was just a matter of time.”

  The Montamos president, Carlos, was taken out last year in a drive-by with another Outlaw group. Angelo took over the reins, which sucked for us since we had an understanding with Carlos. Angelo didn’t believe in understandings. He wanted power and control, and he would do anything in order to get it.

  After Carlos’s death, Angelo spent his time hunting down those that carried out the assassination. It kept him busy, and out of our fucking hair, but we should’ve known it was only a matter of time before he started feeding his craving for domination. We might not have facts, but it was pretty fucking clear who those two douchebags worked for. I bet they didn’t even know how deep they were really in.

  “I think it’s time we figured this shit out, don’t you?” Kade asked, and then downed the rest of his beer. He pushed the glass away and stood, adjusting his cut.

  “You read my mind,” I replied and followed suit.

  Kade rolled up on our friend from a few days ago, and latched onto his shoulders. “Hey buddy,” he said with a smile.

  The guy’s friend, who looked like he was twelve, reached toward the waistband of his pants, but I grabbed his arm and bent it behind his back. “Not so fast,” I said, putting pressure on his arm until his body flinched in pain. He carried himself like a thug, yet I could break him in half with one hand.

  The girls who they were hitting on jumped up from their barstools with a gasp and took off to the bathroom. “Let’s go chat, shall we?” Kade said, pushing the guy toward the door.

  “Get your fucking hands off me!”

  “Now, that’s no way to talk to a friend, is it?”

  “I’m not your friend,” he ground out through his teeth.

  “You might want to rethink that,” Kade answered as he nodded to Sammy over his shoulder, a signal for him to turn off the security tapes, and shoved the guy out into the night.

  I forced the other guy forward, not letting go of the hold I had on his arm. We joined his friend, and Kade, outside.

  “Thought we told you to keep your business outside of our town?”

  “I wasn’t doing business. We were here to have a drink and troll for pussy,” the guy spat.

  Kade latched onto the back of his neck, pushing into his pressure point. The guy’s knees buckled, as Kade reached into his pocket and pulled out his license.

  His friend jumped forward, and I reached for my Glock, taking it out and pointing it at his head. “Stay put, fucker,” I demanded.

  “So, let’s see who we have here,” Kade chided as he looked at the license. “Anthony Cicero… twenty-two Whitewoods Ct,” he read, giving Anthony a shove. “Now, I have your name and your address, asshole. You and your buddy there try anything fucking stupid and, trust me, you will regret it.”

  Kade tossed the license back at Anthony, and he scrambled to shove it back into his pocket. He stepped toward Kade like he was invincible. “What the fuck do you want from me?” he barked.

  Kade shook his head, and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re either brave or stupid, and, from where I’m standing, I’m going to go with stupid. What do you think, Cash? Brave or stupid?”

  “Have to go with fucking stupid,” I answered.

  “What about you?” Kade turned his attention to the friend, who was currently suffering beneath my iron grip and practically pissing his pants from the gun pointed at his temple.

  He shook his head, refusing to answer. I cocked the gun, and fear shivered through him. He sucked in a ragged gasp of air and blurted, “Stupid.”

  Kade laughed and turned back to Anthony. “Ding, ding, ding we have a winner! Cash, why don’t you tell them what they win?”

  “Fresh out of prizes. We already let you live last time. Clearly, our warning wasn’t heard, so sorry, but you lose.”

  The friend shook beneath me, whimpering like the little bitch that he was.

  “He’s right. Guess we’re going to have to kill you,” Kade said, and took his gun out, turning it on Anthony.

  Anthony threw his hands up in the air, and backed away, until his back smacked into a parked car. “Whoa, what the fuck, dude? We weren’t even doing anything. What’s your problem?”

  “My problem? Kade spat. “My problem is, you’re in my goddamned town. My prob
lem is, you’re conducting business in my territory. My problem,” Kade continued, pressing the barrel of the gun into Anthony’s hair. “Is you and your mouth. Now, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell me who you’re working for and I won’t kill you.”

  “I don’t know,” Anthony answered, and Kade cocked his gun.

  “Wrong answer.”

  “No!” Anthony screamed. “I don’t. I don’t. I swear to fucking God, man.” Tears brewed in his eyes, and it was the look of fear that you only saw when a man thought he was about to lose his life. It was a powerful look. One you could be sympathetic for if you weren’t hardened by the life you lead. Unfortunately for him, Kade and I were as hard as you could fucking get.

  “How do you not know who you’re working for?” Kade questioned further.

  “I don’t ask questions. I just do what I’m told. As long as I’m getting paid, I don’t care who the fuck I’m working for.”

  “Wrong answer,” Kade snarled through clenched teeth, and then pushed the gun hard against Anthony’s head as his legs quivered beneath him.

  “All I know,” Anthony blurted out. “Is she goes by Gordita.”

  “She?!” Kade and I both exclaimed.

  “Look, I’ll get killed for saying too much, but, because you have a gun pointed at my head right now, I’m in a bit of a predicament. If it gets out that I told you, I won’t just have a bullet put through my head. They will torture me, and make me beg for them to kill me.”

  Intrigued, I moved closer, pushing the friend with me as I went. “You tell us, we let you go. You stay out of Black Hills, and we’ll pretend like we never met you.”

  Anthony looked to his friend, who nodded his approval. Anthony took a deep breath. “She goes by Gordita. She’s an illegal from Brazil. A mother with like a million fucking kids, but she also takes in others as well. She gives them food, money, and acceptance in return for their services to her army. They’re ruthless, and don’t stop to think before they shoot. They would’ve killed Paco by now.” He nodded his head to his friend. “To get me to talk. They thrive on power, and Gordita wants to control the west coast drug business. They won’t stop until they get what she wants. Everything they do is to appease her.”

  “Then, how is it I have never heard of her?” Kade asked.

  “She’s new to this area. Give it time. You’ll be hearing all about her soon enough.”

  “And give me one good reason why I shouldn’t splatter your brains all over this parking lot? Send a message to Gordita.”

  “She doesn’t care about me. I’m not one of her sons. I’m just a low man on the totem pole. You kill me, and you’ll be lucky it’ll even get back to her.”

  Kade moved the gun from Anthony’s head to just under his chin. “Get the fuck out of here, and don’t come back. If you ever see me on the street, you better cross to the other fucking side and stay out of my goddamned way. Got it?”

  Anthony glared at Kade, his lip curling in anger.

  “Got it?” Kade said, enunciating each word.

  “Yeah, yeah I got it.”

  “Good. It was nice chatting with you guys.” He smacked Anthony on the back. “Have a good night.”

  I shoved the friend into Anthony, and we watched as they jumped in the BMW and took off.

  “Do you think this bitch is a real threat?” I asked Kade, knowing the last thing we needed was someone else trying to infringe on our territory. Nick and Phil were going to blow a shit fit when they found out a woman was attempting to steal everything they’ve built right out from under them.

  “Your guess is as good as mine. But what I do know is…” He put his helmet on, and hopped on his bike. “We have to bring this to church,” he said before pulling into the night.

  * * *

  The guys gathered around the table, and Bentley eased the door shut before joining us. There were a few matters on the table that needed to be discussed, including the information Kade and I discovered last night at Mikey’s.

  “First order of business,” Nick started. “I secured the deal in Florida. Dice, Miles, I’ll need you to head out first thing in the morning.”

  Miles ran a hand through his dark hair and nodded. Dice took out his phone, typed a few things into it, and then slid it back into his pocket. Nick eyed him, since there was a strict no cell phone policy when we were in church.

  It took Dice a moment to realize. “Sorry,” he said, holding his hands up. “I just had to let my Ma know I’d be in town soon.”

  “Next time, just wait until we’re done,” Nick said, shaking his head.

  “Sorry,” Dice mumbled, and settled back into his chair.

  “What’s going on with that kid?” Nick turned his attention to Kade and me.

  Since Kade was handling the situation from the beginning, I let him speak first. “The little shit and a friend showed up at Mikey’s last night. Turns out, he’s not some local drug dealer who was working on his own.”

  “Told you. Should have finished him off when you had the chance,” Bentley said, matter-of-factly.

  Kade ignored Bentley’s comment and continued. “He’s working for a woman they call Gordita. Some illegal from Argentina that supposedly created an army, and, according to the guy, she’s ruthless. A fucking whore, too, who popped out a bunch of kids and they’re her puppets. She takes in other kids as well, and gives them what they need as long as they’re willing to dedicate themselves to her. From what he’s saying, we should be concerned. She wants to control the west coast.”

  “In her fucking dreams. She can get her ass back on the fucking boat she came over on, and get the fuck out of my town,” Phil snarled.

  Nick ran a hand threw his graying hair. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. We need to do a little digging. Hudson, see what you can find. I want all the dirt, down to when she takes a shit.” Hudson was a computer genius who could break into the most secure networks. He’d have more information on her by the end of the day than we’d be able to compile in a week.

  “Hey, you think this bitch and her so called army have anything to do with the Montamos bodies that keep popping up?” Miles asked.

  Nick pointed his finger at Braxton. “Set up a meeting with Angelo. If his guys are falling, and this bitch is to blame, I think we can call a momentary truce to work together and get her the fuck out.”

  I leaned forward on my elbows. “Angelo hates us. What makes you think he’ll go for it?” Based on our history, it seemed like a dead end before we even attempted; a waste of our time and breath.

  “I don’t,” Nick said. “But, I know, if my guys were dropping like fucking flies, I’d be desperate enough to go against my own code.”

  “I’m on it,” Hudson said. “At this point, it’s worth a fucking try.”

  “And I’ll take a trip down to the station, talk to Stanson, see if he’s heard anything about this Gord… whatever the fuck her name is.”

  “What’s going on with the Feds?” Braxton asked. “They’re not sitting outside anymore. Does that mean they’re gone?”

  “For now,” Nick answered. “Stanson said we’re no longer on their radar, but that doesn’t mean they won’t show their nosy asses up here whenever they fucking feel like it. So, just be on alert and stay out of trouble.”

  Nick telling us to stay out of trouble was like telling a fat kid to stay away from cake. It was never going to happen.

  Cash

  My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I slid it out. Mom popped up on my screen, and I swiped to see what she wanted to bother me with today. It was a picture of my half sister, Cara, in a cap and gown with the caption: The proud grad! She did it.

  I smiled before texting back and telling Mom to tell her I was proud. I hadn’t seen either of them since Dad’s funeral. Mom had skipped out on Dad ten years before, and moved to New York, where she met her current husband. The complete and total opposite of Dad, from the way he dressed to his nice cozy office job. He was safe, and that’s ex
actly what Mom wanted. She was sick of the biker life, and desperately tried to make me go with her, but I refused. I was born into the Righteous Outlaws, and the only way I was leaving was in a body bag.

  After a few years, she finally gave up trying to persuade me with New York pizza and bagels. It was only then that we were able to pick up the pieces of our relationship. I might not have wanted to go with her, but I still looked at her as if she abandoned Dad and me.

  I don’t think Dad was sober that entire first week after she left. He was the toughest son of a bitch I had ever come across, yet losing his Old Lady broke him. I couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done if I would have left with her. I never once doubted my decision. I didn’t fit into the cookie cutter life Mom was living anyway, so it was best that I was on the other side of the country. We texted a few times a month, and that was more than enough. I had my family. My brothers. They were all I needed.

  I pulled out of the warehouse parking lot, and headed into the city. I had just finished up a few club errands, and wanted to go for a ride. There was nothing better than the open road when you had no agenda.

  I drove down the street, passing the tall buildings and overpriced stores that composed Rainier Square, and came to a stop at a traffic light. The corner of my eye caught on a splash of yellow in the busy weekend crowd. I turned just as Sunshine, in a yellow sundress, waved to a group of people, opened a door and stepped into a store.

  The obvious choice was to ignore her and keep going, but, after she ditched me the other night, we had unfinished business to attend to. I’d been walking around with a goddamned hard-on since she took that tight little ass away from me without even a taste.

  So, I brought my bike to the side of the road and eased between two parallel parked cars. I killed the engine, took off my helmet, and walked into retail hell. As soon as I stepped through the doors, all eyes turned to me. The woman behind the register shifted uncomfortably as she rung up some woman who had so much plastic surgery she was starting to look like a cat.