“That’s what the little plaque thing said,” Tina replied.
“So why are we only getting twenty million for all six?” Michelle asked as her face crinkled in confusion.
“I asked Jack that same question. He said it was because these cars are so famous and rare that the buyer will never be able to show them to anyone or sell them. So that drives the price down.”
“I guess that make sense, but it still seems like we are getting ripped off.”
“A car is worth only what you can get someone to pay you for it,” Tina said as she wondered what Michelle’s beef was. Wasn’t a cool million, tax free, good enough for anyone?
“I’m just amazed that anyone would pay that kind of money for a car. Any car. Even one as pretty as that one,” Nic added.
“More money than sense?” Tina suggested as she returned the cover to the car. All the Sons had wanted to see what a hundred million dollars’ worth of cars looked like, and the GTO was the last to be recovered with its protective silk cloth.
Nic and Michelle both giggled. “That would explain it,” Nic said. “So, now that you have fulfilled your bargain, what about you?” she asked Tina.
“I don’t know. Jack said he would help me start a new life and leave my past behind me.”
Nic smiled gently at her. “Jack’s a really nice guy.”
“Yes, he is,” she said as she looked away.
“And is he rocking your world at night?” Michelle teased as Tina flushed in embarrassment. “Don’t bother denying it. He told Seth the night you lifted the guard’s keys you two were sleeping together. Something about you starting trouble.”
“Are you two sleeping together?” Nic asked, a mischievous grin on her face. “Almost a week now! That’s a regular long term relationship for him.”
“So what’s he like between the sheets? Is he a complete studmuffin?” Michelle asked with a sly grin. “You’re the first woman I’ve met that I could ask that question. He never lets us, the Sons I mean, meet any of his other girlfriends.”
Tina felt herself burn in embarrassment. “Yeah. He can pretty much rock my world.”
“And you his?” Nic asked, her grin growing wider.
“I try, but I think he has it all over me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Nic said as she waved her beer bottle in the direction of Jack, Seth, and Marshall. Tina looked in that direction and caught Jack’s eyes with her own. He smiled at her.
She was still smiling at him as … Greg, she finally remembered, hurried up and spoke to the three in hushed tones. She felt her blood run cold when all three stiffened suddenly at some news. The conversation suddenly became very intense with Greg frowning and shaking his head no. While she watched, Jack looked at her, his face haunted.
“Sons,” Jack called as he gathered everyone’s attention. “We’ve got a problem,” he continued as everyone wandered up. The excited babble of joyous people fell silent almost immediately.
“Our Chinese buyer backed out of the deal.”
Tina felt the chill of impending doom.
“What? He can’t do that!” Michelle cried beside her.
“He can, and he did,” Seth said. “But I’ll be fucked before we give him his deposit back.”
A murmur of agreement rumbled through the crowd. “What happened?” a man, whose name Tina couldn’t remember, asked.
“We don’t know, exactly,” Greg said. “It looks like he is either about to be arrested or has been arrested. When I spoke to his office, telling them his merchandise was ready to ship, they told me he wasn’t available and that his assets had been frozen.”
“What are we going to do, Jack,” Nicole asked quietly. They were in a tight spot, but if anyone could figure a way out, it would be Jack.
“I don’t know, Nic. I really don’t.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Sons,” Jack Carter called as he gathered everyone’s attention. “We’ve got a problem.” Everyone wandered up to hear what the Vice-President of the Desert Sons motorcycle club had to say. The excited babble fell silent almost immediately.
“Our Chinese buyer backed out of the deal.”
Tina Harris felt the chill of impending doom. Not eight hours ago, she, Jack, and three other members of the Desert Sons had pulled off the slickest heist ever when they got away with a hundred million dollars’ worth of classic Ferraris.
“What? He can’t do that!” Michelle, the wife of the club President, cried beside her.
“He can, and he did,” Seth, the President, said. “But I’ll be fucked before we give him his deposit back.”
A rumble of agreement rippled through the crowd. “What happened?” a man whose name Tina couldn’t remember asked.
“We don’t know exactly,” Greg, the treasurer, said. “It looks like he is either about to be arrested or has been arrested. When I spoke to his office and told them his merchandise was ready to ship, they told me he wasn’t available and that his assets had been frozen.”
“What are we going to do, Jack?” Nicole asked quietly. She and her husband, Marshall, the Sergeant at Arms of the club, had been Jack’s best friends for years. They were in a tight spot, but if anyone could figure a way out, it would be Jack.
“I don’t know, Nic. I really don’t,” he said dejectedly.
Tina’s heart sank to her shoes. She became involved as an unofficial member of the Sons when Jack recruited her for her pickpocketing skills. A week ago she had broken into the clubhouse for a place to sleep and something to eat. When Jack had caught her, then felt sorry for her and let her go, she had taken his wallet with her.
That didn’t sit well with him and he had run her down. But rather than beat the shit out of her, as she expected him to do, he had taken her in and then later recruited her to help with the heist. She had done her part and was going to use her cut of the twenty-two-million-dollar sale price to create a new identity, start a new life, and leave her troubled past behind her. But fate had shit on her yet again.
She turned and walked away from the group, unable to hold back her tears of frustration and disappointment. Twice now she had tried to get her life together and go straight, and twice it had come crashing down around her. Now there would be no new life and no leaving her criminal past behind.
***
She had just finished shoving her few meager belongings into a plastic grocery sack when Jack found her.
“You okay?” he asked as stood behind her at the edge of the bed and stared at the sack. At 6’2, he could easily see over her 5’3 frame.
“Yeah,” she said quietly as she stared at the bag of all her worldly possessions. Four pairs of pants, four shirts, a pair of shoes, and underwear accounted for the sum total of her life.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes. There is nothing here for me now.”
“What about your new life?”
“What new life, Jack? You’ve got no buyer. You can’t sell the cars… they’re too hot. You said so yourself. The best thing you could do is sink them in Elephant Butte or Caballo Lake.” She turned to face him. “I will be forever grateful for what you did for me. For taking me in and… being kind. But you don’t need me around anymore. I’m nothing but bad luck. Every time I try to get my life together something bad happens and I…”
Jack pulled her to him and held her tight to her chest. He said nothing, and after a moment he felt her shudder as she began to weep softly. “Shhh…” he murmured as he rocked her gently. “It’s going to be okay.”
“How? How is it going to be okay?” she sniffed.
“I don’t know. But I gave you my word. I can’t do the million that I promised you, but I have a little money put aside. And I will get you a new identity.”
Tina wept harder as his kindness and generosity touching her deeply. Not since her father died had she ever felt so… loved? Protected? Cared for? She didn’t know, but her emotions overwhelmed her and she sobbed into Jack’s chest. “I don’t want y
our money, Jack,” she finally said as she tried to pull herself together and dry her tears. “Why would you do that for me?”
“We made a deal,” he said.
“The deal fell through.”
“But you fulfilled your end.”
It was true, she had, but she still couldn’t take his money… not after all he had done for her. Today made her week. She had worked and paid her debt to him for breaking the window to get into the clubhouse. She was free to go and she couldn’t impose on his kindness further. “I stand with the others,” she said. “I’ll get paid when everyone else does.”
He smiled as his cheek rested on her head. A week ago she would have leapt at that deal. “And the new identity?”
“When I can pay for it myself. You’ve done enough for me already. I can’t... I won’t... ask you to do more.”
“So you are just going to leave?”
“There is nothing I can help with now.”
“Stay,” he said. “Just give us a few days. A week. Let’s see if we can turn up another buyer.”
Tina pushed out of his arms. “Why, Jack? Tell me why you want me to stay.”
He looked at her and he felt a flutter in his heart as something changed inside of him. That same kicked dog look she had a week ago was back as the weight of her troubles crushed the life out of her.
“Because I want you to. I want you to stay, not because you owe me anything, but because you want to.”
She looked into his eyes and whimpered, gathered herself, then whimpered again as tears leaked from her eyes. She wanted to stay, but why would he want her? The twenty-four-year-old fuck-up that had pissed her life away and gone to prison for it.
“But why?”
“Why what?” he asked.
“Why do you want me to stay? Why do you care? Nic told me how you have a different woman every night. She said that me being here a week was a long-term relationship for you. So why do you want me to stay? I don’t understand… I don’t understand why you care, why you are being so nice to me.”
He looked at her while he tried to understand his motives himself. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “Nic’s right about me. I’m not proud of that, but it is the way I am. The way I was. But… you’re different somehow. I just want you to stay.”
“For how long?”
“Until you are ready to go.”
That stopped her cold. “What are you saying, Jack?” she asked.
“I don’t know! Look, my whole world was turned upside down not a half-hour ago. I don’t know what I’m going to do with these fucking cars. I just need something, someone, I can depend on.”
“And that’s me?”
“Yes. In hindsight you’re the only reason this worked at all. Had it not been for you there is no way we could have pulled this off. Other than that little fib with the money, which I can understand, you haven’t lied to me.” He paused as he looked into her eyes, then decided to come clean. “Tina, I like and admire you. I like the fact that life has shit all over you, kept knocking you down, and you kept getting back up. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been after your dad died, and then your mother got all weird over it, and you were forced to basically fend for yourself. You did what you had to survive, and you did. I need some of your strength right now.”
She looked at him and swallowed hard as she tried to reel in her emotions. Nobody had ever admired her before—not for anything positive anyway. She stepped to him and embraced him as she placed her head on his chest so she could listen to his thudding heart.
“I’ll stay,” she murmured.
He relaxed as tension he didn’t even know he held flowed out of him at her words. He slid his arms around her. “Thank you.”
She didn’t move or respond as she smiled softly. Possibly the shittiest day of her life just got a little better. “What are we going to do?” she asked, her smile growing a bit wider at the use of the word we instead of you.
Jack picked up on her wording. “We are going to find another buyer and sell these fucking cars. Even if we only get a million or two for them, they will be gone and this whole fucked up mess will be nothing but a bad memory.”
“How can I help?”
“You can’t. I can’t. The Sons are compartmentalized. That way if the shit hits the fan, it doesn’t drag us all down. Brett and Cheryl will be making some calls. If anyone can find a buyer, those two can.”
“They’re married?”
“No. Not even dating, why?”
“No reason. I was just wondering if they were like Marshall and Nic, Seth and Michelle.”
“Tina and Jack?” he teased.
“We’re not married,” she pointed out.
“I know. But no, they are not even an item. Cheryl is a full member of the Sons.”
“So if you have women members, why isn’t it the ‘Desert Sons and Daughters’?” she asked with a smile as she pulled out of his arms.
“The club jackets are already made up.”
“Oh,” she said, then snickered.
***
That night, as they lay in Jack’s bed and snuggled, he was quiet. They had made love that morning, and they had been going morning and night most days. But tonight he was passive, more interested in snuggling than fucking. Tina could understand that. It was Jack’s ass that was really on the line. All the other members of the Sons had plausible deniability, but not Jack. If anyone took a fall it would be him, so she could understand his slight brooding passivity tonight. As he gently caressed her thigh and breast she smiled into the darkness. Before Jack, she thought the only reason to be in bed with a man was to fuck. But just being held in his warm embrace… there was something to be said for that as well.
He held Tina snuggly to him. He’s wasn’t sure why, but just having her close made him feel better. If she could survive all the shit she’s been through then he could surely survive this. This was the first time in the more than five years of the Sons running this kind of business that they had been left holding the bag. It was bound to happen sooner or later, he mused, but why did it have to happen on this deal? He pulled her a bit tighter to him. He wanted her, but at the same time, just holding her calmed him. That is what he needed right now… some stability and calm.
Earlier in the day, all the Sons had snickered as they watched a local weekly news roundup program on the big screen in the lounge. Their heist was the lead story and pushed the rest of the week’s news off the headlines. The report valued their theft at more than one hundred million and the police were completely stymied. They were unable to figure out how the thieves had managed to get in and get out without being seen or heard, setting off no alarm, and left not one shred of evidence. The Sons had laughed out loud when the police spokesman expressed confidence the culprits would be apprehended soon.
That was before the deal had gone to shit, of course. Now it wasn’t so damn funny because, given enough time, they would get caught. You can’t hide six blood-red antique Ferraris forever.
“Jack?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“It’s going to be okay,” she said with confidence.
He smiled. If she believed it, then it probably would be.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
For the next three days Brett and Cheryl scoured their contacts as they looked for a buyer. Their theft made national news and was reported on all the major news networks, the Sunday evening news of national networks, and all four local stations. The cars were so hot that even at rock bottom prices nobody would even touch them. Then the show promoter offered a $100,000 reward for the return of the cars and information leading to the capture of the person or persons responsible.
As much as Jack tried to hide it, Tina could see the worry in his face and eyes. She suggested again they dump the cars into a lake, but he couldn’t bring himself to destroy the near priceless cars.
Five days after the theft, and after consulting with Marshall and Seth, Jack rented six storage buildings i
n six different locations around Albuquerque. Using the Sons’ enclosed trailer and a borrowed truck he relocated the cars in three trips. Only Seth, Marshall, and Jack knew the location of the cars in an effort to reduce the number of potential leaks. They also sped the delivery of the Jag and BMW stored in the warehouse and suspended any additional business until the heat cooled.
A full week after the theft they were no longer the lead news story, but were still in the news and the pressure on the Albuquerque police was intense. The police couldn’t drop it. This wasn’t like the theft of a Honda or Toyota, or even a $100,000 Mercedes… this is a big deal. If they failed to solve the case they would have egg on their collective faces and heads would roll.
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