by Ivy Blake
Maybe even tell the club she was back in town and that I had a beautiful daughter I wanted them to meet.
But until we could get through this shit-- until I could volley both sides of this-- she was on her own.
Then again, that’s kinda what she’d always wanted anyway.
“So, we can’t reroute. We can’t divert. We sure as hell can’t go through with the shipment as planned. What if we just turn their heads another way?” Fox asked.
“Whaddaya mean?” Snake asked.
I saw the look come over Fox’s face and I knew exactly what he was thinking. It was the same look we all got whenever we thought about that night. That gruesome, bloody night that forever changed the course of my life, the course of Sydney’s life, and the course of the club’s life forever. I could see the hurt and guilt in his eyes. How he wished he could’ve done more for his fallen family members. We all felt guilty. We all visited that makeshift cemetery a few miles down the road. We all harbored and held close some sort of guilt.
We all suffered from some form of anxiety over it.
We all secretly wanted to get revenge for what The Devil Saints had reigned down on us that night six years ago.
“We could put them on the Devil’s tail,” Fox said.
“That would take some serious planning,” Mac said. “I’m not sure we got that kinda time.”
“But it would work. You know damn well that The Devil Saints ain’t got no morals,” Talon said.
“You got any plans going on in that head of yours?” Snake asked.
“Matter of fact, I do,” Talon said.
“Spill it,” Mac said.
“We’ve had a feud with them for years. Even before that night, we never got along. They treat their women and children like shit. Use them as fall guys and shields. They set them up for failure and ain’t got no issues taking what they feel is theirs,” Talon said.
“We get it. They’re scum. What’s your plan?” Fox asked.
“If you’d shut up long enough, I’d get to it. You guys talk enough for all of us, so sit down and listen,” Talon said.
I had to say, I was impressed with how he was handling this situation. Fox and Snake grumbled, but Mac was definitely impressed. We all sat back in our chairs and let Talon go on his little rant, but when he got to the good stuff, he really delivered.
“I happen to know The Devil Saints were behind us almost getting caught last time,” Talon said.
“You what?” Mac asked.
“I do some snooping in my spare time. Looking for ways to get them back for what they did to us,” Talon said.
“You know that ain’t safe. That could bring wrath down on the whole fuckin’ club,” Snake said.
“Yeah, well. It’s better than sitting around and doing nothing like you guys enjoy doing. I don’t have concrete proof, but I did overhear some conversations one time,” Talon said.
“And where did you hear these… conversations?” Mac asked.
“In their bar. It’s amazing what they don’t recognize if you just don’t wear your cut and fucking put some sunglasses on. They’re so hot on themselves they don’t even give ya a second look,” Talon said, grinning.
“What did this conversation entail?” I asked.
“They were talking about how our routes had become predictable. Talked about how hiding the drugs in the auto parts containers was smart, but how often we used the trucks on our routes wasn’t. One of the guys even laughed about how it was easy to sink the police on our tail because our bikes are modified to be so damn loud,” Talon said.
“Holy fucking shit. They looked at our merchandise,” Mac said.
“How much you wanna bet they took some of it, too?” I asked. “And that’s why we were three boxes short the last time Talon did inventory?”
“My thoughts exactly,” Talon said.
“I’m still wondering why the fuck you didn’t voice them when you needed to,” Mac said.
“I was about to, but then we started up with this whole other shipment, and I got distracted,” Talon said, shrugging. “We made the course corrections, I knew who took the shit, so now’s our chance to get them back. Both for our stolen property and our fallen comrades.”
“Ya still haven’t given us a plan,” Mac said.
“There’s a lot they fuckin’ run their mouths about when they get drunk as hell. Been to their bar a few times. Enough for them to open their mouths to me because they think they can recruit me,” Talon said.
“Holy shit. You serious? They’re that careless?” Fox asked.
“When you’re high on yourself, it’s easy,” I said.
“You know that growing violence problem west of here? That small little town just beyond the desert?” Talon asked.
“The Devil Saints are dealing our drugs?” Mac asked.
“I think they are. And get this: they’re using their own fuckin’ women to do it,” Talon said.
“How the hell do you know?” I asked.
“I bought one of their women for the night. I wanted to see how their operation went, and they are using all of their own women to be the front of it so that they remain protected.” Talon said.
“Fucking Christ,” Mac asked. “How’d you get the info out of her?”
Talon let out a bit of a laugh. “Let’s just say, I treated her better than her husband did.”
“Of course you fucking did,” I said.
“Why the hell is the DEA here then?” Snake asked.
“Well, I heard that there have been several OD’s in the area lately. Some of OD’s were guys in the Devil Saints,” Talon said.
“They’re fucking using our product for personal use? Are they fucking insane?!” Snake asked.
“And you’re sure? About all of this?” Mac asked.
“It’s why I didn’t come to you immediately. I wanted the whole picture before we waged war. But this sorta seems like karma to me,” Talon said.
“How do we get their scent onto the DEA agent, though?” Fox asked.
“Simple: an anonymous tip,” Talon said. “There’s gotta be someone in this group that doesn’t want be in it anymore. Always is.”
All of them flicked their gazes towards me, and I clenched my fists. I knew they were all talking about Sydney. How she just fucking ran and left us all behind. I wasn’t the only one that impacted. I loved her, yes, but Talon was close to her, too. She helped Talon come out of his shell a lot. He was a tough fucker now, but as a kid he was scared. Lonely. Shit at conversation. She really pulled him out of his shell. And Mac. She fucking called Mac ‘Uncle’, for fuck’s sake. Fox and her grew up next to one another. Neighbors and all that shit. And Snake just enjoyed being around her. Said he liked her laugh and the way she was always smiling about somethin’.
Syd impacted all of us, then she just fucking left.
“If we find someone who doesn’t wanna be a part of us anymore, they could be anonymous against The Devil Saints. They could vouch that we aren’t doing anything weird while sicking them onto the other crew,” Fox said.
“It’s fucking risky as hell. It would only take the right amount of pressure for them to roll on us,” I said.
“But it’ll be the least messiest. It’ll keep all our hands out of it,” Talon said.
We all turned our heads towards Mac. We could tell he was thinking. His eyes were focused on Talon, but his stare was distant. He was running scenarios through this head. Making contingency plans. Trying to figure out if the plan was worth it.
But when he opened his mouth, we all realized once again why Mac was President.
“Talon, you seem to have an in with them and enjoy the undercover work, right?” he asked.
All Talon did was nod.
“Why couldn’t we find someone in there willing to roll over on their own crew? With the way it sounded, that woman you bought was so fucking disheveled, it wouldn’t take much for her to rat them out. Especially if we vowed to protect her,” Mac said.
“Think you could go back and buy more from her?” Mac asked, grinning.
“I can do that just fine,” Talon said.
“So, we all in agreement?” Mac asked. “With this plan?”
All of us nodded our heads as Talon’s grin grew into a full-blown smile. If there was one thing Talon enjoyed more than protecting people, it was bringing down shitheads he needed to protect them from.
This was his perfect mission, and I was simply relieved I didn’t have to throw Sydney’s name into it.
Though by the looks on everyone’s faces, I could tell they all missed her… and something told me they’d accept her back if she ever came back.
If I could ever find her after this.
Chapter 12
Sydney
I drove us all the way to a town called Monterey, California. Emery woke up about halfway through the drive, and immediately she asked where Hawk was. My heart ached for her. I couldn’t imagine how she was possibly feeling. Being yanked around from place to place as I tried to outrun the stupid decisions I’d made over the course of my lifetime. All I’d ever wanted to do was provide for her the life I couldn’t have. A life that didn’t know the pains I’d experienced. I wanted her to go to a regular school and hang out with children from other neighborhoods. I wanted her to be able to go over to other people’s houses without adults having to case the property to make sure it was safe.
To make sure she wasn’t fraternizing with someone who wanted to hurt us through her.
All I’d wanted was for her to have a normal upbringing. For her to know the security, I never did. For her to have a house to grow up in and not have to worry about defending herself all the time. I didn’t want to teach her kickboxing at ten. I didn’t want her to learn how to shoot a gun by the time she was a teenager. I wanted her to worry about her makeup. I wanted her biggest worry as a child to be which boy she was going to fawn over next. I wanted to take her to the movies without having to sneak in a weapon just in case someone from a rival club tried to corner us.
I didn’t want her life to be filled with the bloodshed I’d seen.
But even with her asking about Hawk, it didn’t take long for her to start asking about food, which distracted her long enough for me to get us into Monterey.
I didn’t have any idea where we were going, but the moment I saw the state signs for California, a part of me breathed a sigh of relief. I’d spent a great deal of time in California growing up, though I’d never ventured through it in a van. I was always on the back of my father’s bike until Hawk got his. Then, I’d travel the state with Hawk, my arms wrapped around his waist tightly as my hair blew around my neck.
Yes, I had positive memories of my years growing up with The Road Rebels, but when it came down to it that lifestyle ripped my only parent away from me before his time.
I didn’t want to die without seeing Emery fulfill every single piece of happiness she wanted with her life.
I pulled over to the first hotel I saw. It was back off the road a bit, but seemed nice enough. I took Emery in with me and checked us in, then took her back out to the car. I drove the car around to the back of the building, trying to hide it from the main road as best as I could before I dragged all of our stuff inside. I set the hotel aside for one week, thinking that would give me time to formulate a plan to find myself a job and lay low until the DEA was done with their witch hunt.
“Mommy? Why isn’t Mr. Hawk with us?”
“Well, Mr. Hawk had some stuff he had to do for work, and I thought it would be nice for us to get away for a bit.”
“Did you guys fight or something?” she asked.
“No, sweetheart. We didn’t fight. But Mr. Hawk works long hours for the next few days, and I thought you and I could spend some time together while he worked and slept. Once he’s done with his odd work hours, we’re gonna go back and play some more. All right?”
“Promise?” she asked.
I looked into my daughter’s green eyes and saw her father swimming in all of her features. The hope that had dawned on her face forced me to choke back my tears. She wanted Hawk more than she was letting on. I knew she felt a pull to him like I did. A pull she didn’t quite understand. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me just so I wouldn’t have to stare into her father’s eyes she’d so deeply inherited.
Then, I drew in a deep breath before I answered her question the way I hoped things would pan out.
“I promise, sweetheart. With all my soul.”
I kissed the top of her head, and she ran to jump on the bed. She started jumping up and down, giggling as her auburn hair flew around her body. I put our suitcases in the corner and took out my phone, the battery falling to the floor as I threw all the parts of it onto the table. I knew enough to know that I had to take out the battery in order to render it useless, and I knew enough about running from something to know that I hadn’t been followed. This time I had made sure of it.
We got dressed, and I took Emery swimming in the hotel pool. She jumped into the deep end and swam around, giggling with all her might as I sank deep into the hot tub. I closed my eyes, sighing as I finally felt my body relax. I thought about ordering us pizza for dinner. Just having a total junk food day while the two of us curled up on the massive king-sized bed and watched television until we fell asleep.
For a moment, I attempted to convince myself that everything was all right. That if I could lay low in this hotel, living off my savings until things died down, that Emery and I might be able to go back. That I could apologize to Hawk, or maybe get down on my knees and grovel. That I could set us up in the same city as Hawk and we could both tell her that the man she’d grown to love was her father.
I smiled at the idea of her having a relationship with him. A wonderful relationship as Hawk watched her grow into the beautiful young woman I saw emerging slowly from her body every single day.
My thoughts were interrupted as another woman entered the hot tub. I nodded towards her, secretly hoping she wouldn’t sit next to me. But of course, she was one of those women that was probably looking to socialize, and she sat down right next to me and sighed.
“That your little one jumping around in the pool?” she asked.
“Yep,” I said.
“She looks happy.”
“She is,” I said.
If there was one thing I learned from the motorcycle lifestyle, it was to trust no one until you had a reason to. I knew this woman was probably harmless, but with us being on the run from one of the more ruthless government agencies, I couldn’t take any chances.
And my instincts were proven right when she opened her mouth to speak again.
“Then let’s not startle her, shall we?”
I slowly panned my gaze over to the woman as her face slowly came into view. I studied her haircut. The way she held her shoulders back. The muscles that weren’t always so common on women of her stature. I saw something lift out of the water as a black billfold came into view, and the moment I saw her credentials, I froze.
She was DEA.
“Agent Mahoney, DEA. I’ve got a few questions I’m sure you don’t want your daughter to hear,” she said.
“Mommy! Mommy! Watch me jump!”
“All right, sweetie,” I said as I ripped my gaze from the woman. “I’m watching!”
My daughter splashed into the pool with a massive cannonball, gigging as she came up to the surface. For a moment, I allowed myself to feel Emery’s joy before I turned my gaze back to the woman beside me.
The woman that had ambushed me.
I was petrified. I didn’t want to be questioned. I didn’t want to rat out the motorcycle club that had taken me in when I started missing the lifestyle. I didn’t want to be the snitch the Iron Souls came looking for after this was all said and done. The DEA was physically ripping that club to shreds and making it a public spectacle, and I knew they wouldn’t
hesitate to haul me off in handcuffs right in front of my daughter.
But that meant if she was here, then she wasn’t back with Hawk.
Which was what I’d wanted the moment I sped out of his driveway.
“Mommy? Are you okay?”
“Everything’s all right, sweetheart. You just play, all right? Play really hard, and then we’re gonna go order some pizza.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” the agent said.
“I’d choose your next words very carefully,” I said.
“Is that a threat?”
“When it comes to my daughter, yes.”
I stared the agent down as I looked deep into her dark brown eyes. A small smirk crawled across her face as my daughter stared at us. I could see the fear in Emery’s eyes, even out of the corner of my own. Any person that came into our lives that made my daughter fearful was automatically the enemy. If she made a move towards her-- if she tried to harm my daughter in any way-- I’d be on the run for murder instead of being a running witness to some crimes.
“Let me start by saying we can’t prove anything yet,” the agent said.
“I’m sure.”
“But we know you’re connected to the Iron Souls. We know you’ve got the information we need, we just don’t have the evidence, yet. Which means we can’t subpoena you or drag you in for questioning. You did a very good job of staying away from the cameras, you know.”
I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but I kept my hardened stare on her as Emery slowly climbed back into the pool.
“Mommy? You gonna come swim with me soon?” she asked.
“In a minute, I promise,” I said.
“I wouldn’t make a promise you can’t keep,” the agent said.
“Trust me. I’ll be able to,” I said.
“We have footage of you riding with them. Tracing their routes. Joyriding in the middle of the night when you should’ve been at home taking care of your daughter.”