by Nikki Wild
The sneaky fucker was trying to hit the next exit on the freeway so I’d speed on past. Maybe he was hoping to hop onto the back-roads and swap cars.
Not today, motherfucker.
I twisted the throttle and flew up the side of the interstate, narrowly avoiding the barrage of highway signs advertising the local food and loding.
I was getting too dangerous now.
One wrong move, and I’d lose life and limb…
Mudflap was wrestling the car to keep it straight. But now he had to see me coming. Came as no surprise when I saw the gleam of something at the window, and quickly forced my bike to the side.
It was just in time to avoid a bullet. Guess he had time to reload…
I heard the sound of screeching vehicles behind as the shot pierced one of them. Another shot rang out, striking the road.
Goddammit, I thought to myself.
This asshole’s gonna end up killing a civilian before he hits me.
I didn’t like it…
I knew what I had to do.
Before he could get another shot off, I steadied myself against the handlebars and pulled my pistol free from my beltline.
God help me, I prayed.
I have to endanger her to save her.
Make my aim true.
Without any choice but to pull forward, I sped up – putting me closer to the gun on that driver’s side window. He fired another shot, missing me by a country fucking mile.
Now.
I fired three bullets at the front tire, and at least one of them hit their mark. With two tires blown out the old car rattled and swerved, and Mudflap lost grip on his fucking gun. I watched it skitter across the pavement as he desperately tried to overcorrect the car’s slide, only managing to swing the vehicle off the road and spin it out into the ditch.
Wham!
The car struck a tree and collapsed against the wood, shaking the heavy boughs. I quickly pulled over and dismounted, sliding barefoot into the large ditch with my pistol held high. From here, the car was almost completely hidden from the road and sitting in water a foot deep.
“Kate?” I shouted. “Kate, are you okay?”
There was a rummaging from the trunk, and I took that as a yes.
But before I could rush over the front passenger door flew open, and the fucking scourge of my existence fell out the car in a battered, bloody heap in the ditch.
“That’s right, Mudflap,” I growled with my approach, gradually lowering the pistol. “Let’s end this.”
Mudflap slowly rose from the water, dripping with anger. I spotted a knife in his hand as he pulled himself to his feet.
Not this shit again…
“You…” Mudflap snarled, staggering upright. “You have been… such a fucking pain… in my goddamn ass…”
“I have given you every chance to walk away from this,” I growled menacingly, standing my ground in front of him. “I should have killed you when I had the fucking chance!”
My enemy’s face twitched.
“She’s mine. Open the trunk and I’ll let you live,” I growled.
“You filled her head with bullshit.”
“What?”
“You made her hate me,” he snarled.
“You did a damn good job of that before I ever showed up,” I smiled grimly. “All I did was try to keep her safe.”
“We were just on the rocks! Taking a little break!”
“She’s in the back of your fucking trunk!” I shouted, reminding him with a wave of my gun. “You had to take her away to have her! Kate doesn’t want you anywhere near her.”
“You think you’re such hot shit, huh? Think can just walk right in like a damn two-dollar note and take what don’t belong to you?” Mudflap roared. His eyes were white with fury. “Could’ve just walked away and let sleeping dogs lie, but then you’ve gotta be some chicken-shit wannabe hero!”
My eyes slid over to the trunk of his car. Kate was still trapped in there, and there was no telling what he was going to do with her after all of this…
“You’re a goddamn coward, Mudflap.”
“I’m a fucking hero,” he held his arms open, the knife still clasped hard in his fist.
“You’re a dangerous fucking psychopath. You’re a punk with a tantrum who thinks he’s a big boy. All because he’s in some piece-of-shit, backwater biker gang that nobody’s fucking heard of.”
“They’ll hear about us soon enough. Once we kill the legendary Devil’s Dragons, everyone will fucking know who we are…”
“Kill the Devil’s Dragons?” I roared with laughter. “You have any idea how many people want us dead? You’re gonna have to get in fucking line.”
“We got somethin’ they don’t,” he chuckled like a stupid fucking idiot.
“Yeah, you do,” I snarled, ready to end this, once and for all. “You’ve got something the others didn’t: my undivided fucking attention… and the others were destroyed with less than that.”
I could see him quake at those words.
You’re not fit to be a biker,” I told him. “You’re just a disgusting coward and a lunatic, Mark. Nobody will ever know who you are… and nobody will care.”
Something twisted in his face, and he lunged forward with the knife held high…
A bullet pierced the night, and wood splintered behind him.
“FUCK!!”
I stepped aside as Mark dropped to the water, clutching his arm. The knife flew uselessly to the grass behind me, rolling to the edge of the water.
Two bullets left…
“You… bastard!!”
I pitied the sad fuck.
I honestly did.
And maybe, I thought to myself, it was better that I put this rabid dog down now, before he ever hurt anybody else.
He clutched his wounded arm, bleeding into the ditch. The hollow point round certainly did some damage. Mark glanced up from his spot on his knees, cradling the broken limb. That arm was probably just shy of useless, and he’d be feeling that bullet for a long time.
“Nobody had to die today,” I snarled. “Nobody had to be hurt. All of you fuckers could’ve walked. Could’ve licked your wounds and moved on with your fucking lives. But you’ve pushed me too far.”
I held the gun up, pointed between his eyes. One little flick of the trigger…
“D-don’t,” he whimpered.
“I can’t hear you, Mark.”
“D-don’t k-k-kill me,” he began to stammer, his tough shell cracking on the ground in front of me. “I d-d-don’t want to die…”
There was no satisfaction in my stare.
“Promise me, then,” I replied.
“P-promise you w-what?”
“Promise me that you will never, ever seek out Kate again… that you’ll accept this gift I offer you and never darken us with your presence for the rest of your life…”
“Ok-okay.”
I put a boot on his shoulder, still holding the gun against him. “Not good enough, Mark. I want to hear the words.”
“Y-yes sir… I p-promise…”
This wasn’t going to stick, I realized. In order for him to never come after us again, I had to wound him deeper.
And with just a little intimidation…
“I need more than that,” I decided, pushing the barrel harder against his head.
“W-w-what?”
“Your name,” I told him gravely.
“My… my n-name?”
“Yes, Mudflap,” I answered. “I need your name. You’re unfit to call yourself a fucking biker, so I’m gonna take your name away.”
“Y-you can’t d-do that…”
“I have beaten you, and I outrank you,” I answered darkly. Of course, that last part had nothing to do with it, but he didn’t need to know that. “So, I am going to ask you one time, and one time only… and you’ll want to answer this correctly… what is your name?”
I pushed down on the gun harder.
Whatever was left of this h
ard-ass Mudflap identity died in his eyes when he quivered under my livid gaze. He had tried so hard to take everything from me… so I would punish him appropriately.
I would let him live.
But I would take everything away.
“M-M-Mark,” he answered.
“Repeat it.”
“My name is M-M-Mark F-Ferguson…”
“Good,” I replied, pulling the boot back as I lowered the gun. My eyes caught the telltale sign of flashing red and blue lights on the trees behind him. “And there’s a silver lining here, even if you don’t see it that way.”
“W-what’s that?”
The police cruisers pulled to a stop above and behind us. I heard the sounds of officers assembling while a K-9 unit growled.
“Should have no trouble making good on that promise with some years behind bars to think on your fucking mistakes…”
30
Kate
When the trunk door flew open, it wasn’t Grizz’s face that I saw, but the face of a confused but relieved police officer.
“Ma’am? You’re safe now,” he reassured me. “The name’s Officer Macready. Give me a moment, we’ll get you right out of here.”
I glanced out into the night. The bright, flashing cruiser lights showed that there was another officer here, along with a dog.
After he helped me out from the car, I stepped into ditch water and suddenly gasped. Grizz, barefoot and shirtless besides his jacket, was on his knees in the muck. Mark, on the other hand…
“Wait – no!” I shouted, staring at Grizz. He glanced up with a small smile. “He’s innocent! What’s going on?”
“This one’s wounded,” Macready replied. His partner continued to administer aid to what looked like a bad gunshot through the arm. “He was shot by this bigger fellow.”
Mark couldn’t bring himself to even look at me, let alone tell his side of things.
The officer scoffed. “You know, we don’t usually see this kind of activity out here… so, if you’re feelin’ up to it, mind shedding some light on what the hell is going on?”
I told Macready everything.
Well… not quite everything.
I told the cops about my abusive ex-boyfriend, his asshole motorcycle club, and that I’d been kidnapped… I told them how Mark had chased us, taken me from our motel, and bolted into the night with me locked up in the back.
“Wait, this happened in Metairie?”
I paused. “Yeah, why?”
The officers looked among themselves with a knowing glance.
“Officers responded to some shots fired. Found a building full of tear gas and a meth lab, along with a biker club and a whole pile of illegal weapons… You telling me that this guy’s one of ‘em?”
I glanced over at Mark.
He looked completely defeated, even before finding out that his entire operation had been thrown behind bars. He looked at me for the first time since I’d been freed from the trunk. Desperation stained his eyes.
It wasn’t a good look for him.
“Check his vest. He’s one of the Bayou Boys.”
Macready turned to his partner, lightly scratching his chin. “Ted, what did you say that biker gang was called?”
“Bayou Boys, I reckon.”
“Well, slap my ass and call me Debbie. We got us here a renegade Bayou Boy, split from the pack!”
The ambulance finally arrived right then and there, wailing all the while. Mark looked crushed as he was pulled to his feet and led to the back of the vehicle, clutching at his wound.
“What do we need to do about this one?” Officer Macready asked me, glancing suspiciously at Grizz.
“He’s not one of them,” I crossed my arms. “He saved me from that asshole… Pin a medal on him.”
“Not really my jurisdiction,” the officer chuckled. “But he’s gonna have to answer some questions.”
“Of course, officer.” Grizz responded.
A paramedic arrived and was checking me over when Grizz finally strolled back over to see how I was doing. I was surpised… I’d half expected them to arrest Grizz and work things out at the station. I waved the paramedic away and gave us a minute of privacy.
“What’s going on, are they letting us go?” I whispered, glancing over Grizz’s shoulder and seeing Mark still sitting quietly in the back of a patrol car.
“I have a friend in high places when it comes to the police out here,” Grizz replied, smiling. “They’re letting me walk, which is more than I can say for the Bayou Boys.”
“But what about the guns, and the motel Mark shot up?”
“Like I said, it’s taken care of…”
“You’re just full of surprises, Grizz.”
It wasn’t long before one of the cops was escorting the two of us to an after-hours walk-in clinic, where Grizz sat patiently – still barefoot and shirtless, minus the leather jacket – while I was examined.
When I was given the all clear and gave my final statements to Macready, I thanked him for his time and took Grizz’s arm.
“Long night,” he told me.
“Yeah,” I agreed, just happy to be done with the whole thing. “I think that’s a more than enough excitement for this chick.”
Grizz’s expression stayed quiet.
I thought aloud. “Your club back in El Paso, the Devil’s Dragons… Is it like this all the time?”
When he merely cocked an eyebrow, I continued: “Does danger just always follow you guys, wherever you go?”
“Feels like it sometimes,” he answered.
“So, you’re saying that I should get used to this sort of thing?”
“You don’t have to come with me, now that the Bayou Boys are taken care of,” he paused us near the bike. “They’re all gone. None of them to bother you anymore.”
I snapped defensively. “You’re gonna tell me something like that after everything we’ve been through? Grizz, what are you trying to say?”
He was grappling with something inside that hard, burly body of his. “You’re safe now, Kate. It’s all over. Nothing to say that you have to follow me into this life if you don’t want it.”
“What else should I do, then?” I pulled my arm free, putting my hands on my hips. “Live out here in Louisiana while you run back to the desert? Be a waitress at some lame overnight pit-stop?”
“I got the club a seat at the table, Kate. I’m bringing the Devil’s Dragons to New Orleans,” Grizz replied.
“You’re sending me mixed signals here.”
Grizz was obviously uncomfortable. He placed a hand on the seat of the biker and turned my way. Uneasiness was plainly written all over his face.
“I love you, Kate. I want you in my life more than anything. But coming with me… it could get rough. A whole lot rougher than what you’ve already experienced in these last few days. The Devil’s Dragons have made enemies. I want you, but I need you to understand what you would be agreeing to if you joined me…”
I stepped forward and planted my lips on his, silencing his worries. I felt his large, powerful body relax against mine.
“I love you too.”
He smiled the biggest I’ve ever seen him smile, even when we’d shared those words so many years ago. After everything we’d been through these last few days, there was a lot more weight to them.
“None of that scares me, Grizz. I’m a big girl, and I know what I’m getting myself into… I’m in this for the long haul, and you’re not gonna get rid of me.”
Relief visibly crossed his face.
“Very glad to hear this,” he whispered.
“Good,” I smiled. “So, first thing’s first, we need to sleep this goddamn night off.”
“Agreed.”
“But after we get back, after I’ve met these Devil’s Dragons of yours… how long are we gonna be there?”
“Soon as they’re ready, we ride back with them,” Grizz replied, before quickly adding: “probably take a month, maybe two.”
&n
bsp; “Good,” I nodded, crossing my arms. “I think that New Orleans could certainly use the excitement.”
“Excitement’s one word for it.”
“Yeah?” I chuckled. “Alright, funny guy, what word would you choose for it, then?”
Grizz thought on that for a moment.
“Trouble,” he replied with a wink.
31
Grizz
Hunter Hargreaves smiled from the stoop of the Devil’s Dragons bar as I parked my motorcycle and lifted Kate up off the seat. The bike groaned wearily as the ignition died. I understood the feeling.
My leader beamed with pride.
“Welcome home, Grizz.”
“Not home anymore,” I replied.
His eyebrow lifted. “So you pulled it off then?”
I shook his hand, letting him pull me into a solid hug. As we separated, I nodded. “New Orleans will treat us well for years to come. We have turf, connections, and I took care of a little competition.”
“I knew you could do it,” he grinned, turning to face my woman. “And who is this lovely young lady you’ve brought back with you?”
“Souvenir,” I chuckled.
Kate punched me in the arm while Hunter’s smile widened. “My name’s Kate. Grizz and I go way back.”
“Well Kate, any girl who can drag a sense of humor out of this hard-ass will always be a friend of mine,” Hunter laughed. “Listen, you two have had a long ride. Come in, rest up, and fill us in tomorrow morning.”
“Doesn’t have to wait,” I replied.
He met my gaze with more authority than I expected. “Take the night off, Grizz. That’s an order. Get your lady here settled in, and relax.”
“Fine. Business tomorrow,” I conceded, raising my palms up.
“Good. Now that that’s settled,” Hunter turned, holding the front door to the bar open, “Now take a damn load off!”
“Sounds good to me!” Kate piped up.
I stepped forward into the bar, unsure of what to expect. The entire Devil’s Dragons club was assembled, playing pool and kicking back beers when Victor glanced over and hushed the biker next to him.
Quiet fell over the entire club.
“Grizz just informed me,” Hunter spoke up, stepping in behind us and letting the door fall shut, “that he has succeeded in his mission.”