“If it concerns Heaven, it concerns me,” he lashed back.
“Doesn’t look like it from where I stand. From what I see, you had your chance and threw it away. I’m not stupid enough to make that mistake,” he growled. “Heaven’s mine.”
“The fuck you say! She was mine before you ever showed up!” Gage’s shoulders squared off in a challenge. Raven grinned, only this time it wasn’t the soft, boyish smile he’d shared with Heaven or Tami. It was the anger bubbling from his soul toward the threat of someone taking the woman he loved away.
“She didn’t seem to know it, which means she wasn’t claimed. Now she is. Stay the fuck away from her,” his voice was low and gravely.
“Fuck you!” Gage said mid-swing. Raven dodged it and countered, landing a blow to Gage’s chin. Back and forth the two traded punches, matched in an equal brawl that had them both toppling to the ground. Their scuffling went back and forth until Colt came out of the room and broke them up. By that time, they’d gained some attention and the crew had all come out to see what the hell was going on, bowed up and ready for whatever awaited. Shark exited the room he shared with two of the other guys with his pistol loaded and hot. Heaven busted out the door wearing an oversized shirt with nothing on underneath, a knife in one hand and a pissed off ready to attack expression.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Shark came to her side and leaned up against the doorway, fully unaware of what the fight was about.
“Don’t know. Heard something so I came out to see what the fuck. Colt was pulling those two off the ground.” He did a onceover, stopping titty level.
“Damn, momma, maybe I’m bunking in the wrong room,” he flirted. She didn’t get a chance to say anything. In the blink of an eye, Gage was next to them with Raven right behind, both charging ahead like bulls.
“You want a piece?” Gage roared before Raven walked up by his side. Shark looked at them both and grinned, putting his palms up in defense.
“Just makin’ conversation,” he laughed. He locked eyes with Heaven and his eyes said it all. She really didn’t know what the hell had happened between Gage and Raven, but she could guess. Shark didn’t need in her fucked up love triangle, or quadrilateral? Whatever freaking shape this was all morphing into. He shot her a wink and left, walking back toward his room. Raven grabbed the bag of snacks he’d sat down when Gage’d showed his ass.
Heaven’s glare turned on Gage and Raven. She planted both hands on her hips and stared them down. “What the fuck?” she demanded. Raven turned to Gage and chuckled.
“Ask Gage,” he said and moved her out of the way so he could get through. While Gage was left dealing with his pissed off woman, he was going to play good guy and make two giggly teen girls even gigglier. Whatever he could do to take their minds off the trauma they’d just been through, he would. When they got home, he’d make sure they were the most spoiled little girls ever. For now, bad Mexican candy would have to do. He grinned as he heard Heaven giving Gage the third degree, and walked through to check on the girls. Ah, better Gage then him…although the idea of getting her feathers ruffled and tying her up until she begged for him was definitely something he’d keep for the future.
*****
Shady knew that son-of-a-bitch wouldn’t have gotten far, and fuck if he wasn’t so predictable. Running like a little coward. All of those years—all of the shit she’d been through came down to right now. Today, she’d get the revenge she’d dreamt about for so many years. So many tortured years of running and hiding. All of the shit the sick bastard had done to her when she was young rushed in her mind all at once. Her hatred fueled her. Finally. This would be the end of all of it.
She knew Reyes wouldn’t leave without going back to his home first. The Feds were surrounding the entire area, but they didn’t know about the secret tunnels and passages he’d had built in. The rat bastard always had an escape route, and would leave anyone to fend for themselves if trouble arose.
Her mind drifted back to when she was a child. There had been an argument she’d overheard and guns were fired. Dominic had run like a little bitch, leaving his bastard son behind and her right in the crossfire. The spawn of satan used her as a shield and left her once he’d tucked through a secret passage in the wall. There were stairs and hidden rooms everywhere. Thankfully, in some fucked up way, they’d noticed how beat up she was and had let her be.
As she rounded the side of the house, she kept her back covered by the outer wall and her senses seeking out any sign of him. She heard a noise, but kept watching…and waiting. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” she taunted. There was a rustling sound on the far side of the estate and she grinned. He didn’t realize she knew all of the little secret openings and was going straight to the safe. Figures the greedy son-of-a-bitch would go straight to his blood money.
Her finger itched, twitching and aching to pull down on the trigger of her pistol. This time, he’d get to feel pain. She was going to make him suffer and die a painful death. As she entered the house through a side door, intending on cutting him off as he slithered to the master bedroom, she heard commotion. Her feet took off in the direction of the sounds.
She walked in to find Abi straddling him in half guard, her fists pummeling his face over and over. His swings at her were wild and uncalculated which made it all that much easier for her to beat the living shit out of the son-of-a-bitch. He wailed out in pain, still trying to act the badass he only thought he was. “You’ll pay for this you little bitch!” His words no longer left his mouth when Abi’s fist landed dead center and knocked out three of his front teeth. He spat blood at her, his teeth flying through the ground.
“You’re pathetic. A worthless piece of shit and waste of oxygen. Now, you get to pass judgement for your sins.” Abi went wild. She flipped to his side with her hands locking around his arm and both of her legs wedging it tight. In one motion, she’d arched her legs against his chest in an arm bar and snapped the bone in two.
“Aaaaah!” he screamed out. Dominic thrashed his old body around, trying to get up but didn’t stand a chance.
Shady had watched long enough. “Now it’s my turn. Welcome to hell!” she yelled. While Abi held him down and continued her assault, Shady flipped open her blade and sliced up the front of his leg. His neatly pressed suit pants split, allowing the blood to leak out in a perfect line that centered his shin. While he screamed and fought, Shady held him down. The tip of her knife sliced near the wound, pulling the skin away from the bone and muscle tissue. “This is for everything you did to hurt me, you motherfucker.” She continued until the chunk of skin that had once covered his lower leg was tossed up toward his head where he could see it.
Dominic’s eyes went wide. “Go to hell you little bitch! You’ve never been anything but a stupid whore!” At his words, Abi turned to Shady and smiled.
“Ah. The whore speech. Spoken like a true sociopath. I’ll gladly go to hell if it means sending you there, motherfucker!” Abi decided it was time to mix things up a bit. With her knees pinning his shoulders to the ground—and let’s face it, being an old drug and human trafficking king pin didn’t require a lot of physical activity, which showed—she grabbed her blade and decided to do a little artwork for herself. Starting with his graying hair, she sliced the top of his head off, scalping him.
“Aeiee!” she hollered in a war cry.
“We’re gonna make you suffer, motherfucker!” Shady glanced over the bloody limb and up to his crotch and went straight for it. The knife sliced the material free, cutting through both his slacks and his boxers he wore. “Fuckin’ dickless bastard,” she growled. She thrust the knife in his nut sack and cut it open until his balls fell out. “Just as I thought. No balls.” She sliced them free of the cords that they dangled from and he threw up. He choked and gagged on the blood and bile but Abi didn’t relent.
Abi continued to slice and dice him up, not enough to kill him but enough to hurt and slowly seep blood. “You’re going to di
e a long, painful death. When the devil takes you, you’re going to be begging for his wrath after we’re done.” She carefully, with great precision, cut his eyelids off where he had to watch. “Now you have to see. See what we do to you, and remember all of the horrible things you’ve done that taints your soul.”
“Stop! Please, stop!” he screamed.
“This is for taking my daughter, and sending her to live a life of misery with a couple of drunks!” Shady pulled a full on Lorena Bobbitt and whacked off his shriveled dick. His screams tore through the room. Dominic passed out from time to time, and Abi would punch him just hard enough he’d come to for them to continue their assault.
Blood covered both girls, but they didn’t stop. Not until his black evil heart stopped beating in his chest. “Well, I think that about does it. Unless you wanna keep cutting on him until they have to use a Shop-Vac and Ziploc baggies to clean him off the floor,” Abi said.
Shady smiled at the idea, but knew there was more work to do. This was only the end for him. They still had cleanup to do, and despite the guys efforts to keep the girls away while they did their business, she was going to be a part of it. This was her business. Her past. And now, it would stay there.
“Nah. Let’s go.” She got up and wiped her hands on her pants, noticing all the blood for the first time. “Damn. He bled out like a fish.”
“Yeah. Weak fucker. All that time, he hid behind his minions. If anyone would’ve faced him head on, he’d have been exposed for the weak sonofabitch he was.” Abi’s lip snarled when she looked back down at him. The patch of his hair oozed on what once was perfectly polished marble floor. Shady took a minute to let everything go. All of the demons that had plagued her left and flowed back into his lifeless body. She was for the first time in her life at peace.
Abi and Shady made it back to the warehouse and froze in their steps. Shady turned to Abi, her eyebrow arched. “I’m thinkin’ they wanna send a message.”
“Yep. I guess we weren’t the only ones with a little anger management problem. Well, I want in on this. I’ve had it building up for a long time and haven’t had time to train or fight. Seems like a good way to get it out of my system,” she grinned.
“Let’s do it.” Shady and Abi walked through the garden of pikes that stuck out of the ground. Each one had one of the participants from the auction or guards impaled on it. It reminded Abi of Pick Up Sticks gone bad. And quite appropriate.
Every body had been placed the same, skewered on a stake for all to see. This was the evil that had plagued the world. And, this was the message to anyone who wanted to fill their shoes. The Savages and Ops would hunt them down and send them to hell. “They thought a head on a pike would scare us? What now!” Cajun hollered, gaining whoops and hollers from all of the bikers present. Shady walked up to him and put her arm around him. He looked down at her and his eyes went wide. She was covered in blood from head to toe. Splatters of it spotted her face and neck. Both of her hands were stained bright red.
“You finish it?” he asked, eyeing her for any sign of injury. When he realized it wasn’t her blood, he smiled and shook his head. It was a stupid question, but he still wanted to make sure Reyes was good and dead before they left.
“Yep. It’s over.” She leaned her head against his chest and felt the weight of the world lift off her and a new beginning beam in her soul.
“Good. Now, it’s just about us, baby. Us, and Jas.” He wiped her lips off with his t-shirt and kissed her, hard, deep, and territorial. There, amongst the corpses, Shady found true happiness. Morbid, but hey…look how her life had been.
*****
Fish and the Feds brought in emergency medical vehicles to stabilize the mass of injured, malnourished, and dehydrated girls Jas and the girls clung to. They offered moral support and had done miracles with the ones that were traumatized so badly they’d slipped into their own minds. One by one, the ladies brought them out and showed them they were safe. They’d called in a jet to fly them all back to the States where they’d be treated at the hospital and reunited with their families. For the ones that didn’t have anyone to go home to, the Ops and Savages had arranged to take them in and offer them home and family. Of course, both clubs had brought funds together to purchase properties and had dorm rooms being set up for them to share and live in, as well as jobs for the older girls. It was a safe house of sorts, giving them protection, but more so a family who cared and would be involved in their upbringing. Never again would these girls feel helpless or like they didn’t have a place of their own in the world.
“You boys did great out there,” Agent Jones said to Fish, Fork, Tonto, and Sandman. “I may not agree with your methods, but the results were better than we’d hoped for.” He glanced over at a little red-headed girl who couldn’t have been more than nine or ten. “I have daughters of my own. If something like this were to ever happen to them…” his voice cut out from emotion that only a father could contain. “I’d only hope someone like you would come along and deliver the justice those sick fucks deserved.”
Fish grinned, knowing that he teetered in the gray area of his job most of the time. Normally, law enforcement was black and white. Today, he saw them all turn to the gray for the better good. “If we have more cases like this…cases that we can’t do what needs done, I’ll call you. There’s no way a court room could have done what needed to be done. Those pikes weren’t nearly enough, but it got the message across. Good job, men.”
“We’ll be here if you need us,” Tonto nodded, feeling pride in both the Ops and Savages. Fork put a hand on his shoulder and turned to Agent Jones. “Anytime,” he added. As the agent walked away, Fork embraced Tonto in a brotherly, one arm handshake, half hug with the slap on the back.
“I’m proud to call you brother,” he said where only Tonto could hear. Tonto hugged him back.
“Brothers forever,” he added.
Chapter Fourteen
After they’d ridden back to find the entire city block taped off, if that’s what you wanted to call the area that the bar, motel, and little store resided in, Shady and the girls parked their bikes. “Shower. Food. Alcohol,” Heaven stated. All the girls nodded in agreement.
“I never thought I’d be happy to come back to this shit hole. But old and busted or not, I need to get this filth off me.” Shady grabbed her keys and they all walked to their rooms. The adrenaline rush was over, and all of them were crashing and fast. The guys were slowly trickling up one by one after they’d finished their part in the grand finale. “We better move our ass if we want hot water. Once the guys get here, they’re gonna have the same idea we do.”
The girls all shared a glance and high tailed it into their rooms. Jas headed to Tami and Sadie’s room, announcing she was bunking up with them for a little girl party. “I’ll send one of the guys over to stand watch. You girls deserve a little fun,” Shady said. She set off to get one of the laptops for them to use as music and made a list of things for one of her guys to get at the store for them. They had no business in the bar, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t party, slumber-style.
“Sounds good. I’m thinkin’ we need to test out the ice cream down here,” she winked. Shady smiled. How Jas had grown up to be such a good girl, she’d never know.
*****
Heaven tossed her head back under the water, allowing the warmth to wash away everything that they’d just endured. Now that it was all over, her mind wandered to other issues she needed to resolve. Raven. Gage. And somehow, even though they’d only shared a kiss…or mini make out session might be a better description. How the hell had she ended up in this shit? Bikers weren’t the fall-in-love kind. They were the ride-‘em-hard,-put-‘em-away-wet or pass-‘em-on-to-the-next-guy type. Yet, she had three guys chasin’ her. She let out a part sigh, part laugh. There wasn’t much she could do about it right now. She wanted to shave her legs, put on the little jean skirt and bandana top she’d brought to celebrate in, and get drunk off her ass. Fuck the
guys. She was gonna enjoy their victory.
*****
Gage leaned back in the chair, tilting it against the wall and took a long pull on his beer.
“She needs someone to take care of her. Either of you fuck up, I’m gonna be standing there waiting. Heaven isn’t a normal bitch. She’s the ol’ lady any of us would ever hope to get.” Shark didn’t give a shit how it sounded. Yeah, he had a crush on her like every other guy with a dick around her did, but his concern for her was deeper. Not necessarily romantic, because it hadn’t gotten that far yet. Just a deep need to take care of her. When he’d heard she had been going without, he’d almost jumped the Savage’s prez. No girl needed to struggle. Not in their family. That’s what bikers did. They took care of their own. His eyes shot back and forth between Raven and Gage.
“Either of us? What the fuck you implying, Shark?” Gage’s instant hot temper flared.
“Don’t feed me that shit. I see how you two are rolling in the fuckin’ dirt over her. You keep it up, both of you are gonna loose her. Which is fine with me,” Shark said, shrugging his shoulders smugly. “Ya know what? Keep acting like little jealous bitches. Gives me the perfect opportunity to move in and give her what she needs.”
Raven stepped up in Shark’s face, his eyes as black as coal. “Keep talkin’ and you’ll be eating all your meals through a fuckin’ straw, Shark.” He felt something bump against his side and turned to see Gage’s eyes just as lethal. He stood, shoulder to shoulder with him in a wall of defense against Shark. Raven stared at him a moment, his face stone cold as if he were deciding what to make of it. Either he was about to take them both on and demolish the shitty little bar, or something else was brewing in that head of his. Gage waited, readying himself for whatever the verdict was.
“He’s right,” Gage said, his voice low and gravely. The tension grew thicker. He could feel the electricity coming off all three of them like lightning igniting in a thunder cloud. Raven stared, his fists clenching and releasing at his sides. Instead of getting into the all-out bar fight with Gage and from the look on Raven’s face, Shark was expecting him too, he walked off over to the corner and slammed back the neck of a Tequila bottle.
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