CRASH: The Rogue Sinners MC

by Claire St. Rose

  Yvette squealed, “Holy shit, Bev! Have you ridden in this truck yet?”

  “Actually, no, but now that it’s your truck, I’ll take a ride,” she said.

  Yvette skipped back to the truck. “You should hear the fucking stereo. Fuck!

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Leo looked over the gathering in his living room. Bev and Yvette were back at her house. He selfishly hoped that Bev would come back to spend the night, because this was it, the last night before war. This meeting was for the group of ten that Danny had chosen to meet the plane: Hugo, Preston, Angel, Austin, Frankie, Anthony Sutton, Sam, Omar, Vance, and Jax.

  All of them were solid members of the club, core members, except for Austin — but that would change tonight. Austin would be as solid with the club as anyone could be after this.

  “Alright everyone, I know you have some idea of what we pulling tomorrow night. Now it’s time to tell you how we’re going to pull it off,” Leo began.

  “The plane you are going to meet is a B100 King Air, a light two-engine cargo plane with a payload of about 4700lbs, or just about two metric tons, including crew. It won’t be carrying anything like that. It should have two hundred to three hundred kilos of cocaine and one pilot.”

  “Holy shit,” Omar said. “Can’t get popped with that much shit on us; we’ll never see daylight again.”

  “If you want out, now’s the time. No shame at all,” Leo told him.

  “No, Danny already told us it was going to be a coke drop we were after. Just wasn’t prepared for the size. This is serious stuff,” Omar said.

  “What’s the ground resistance going to be like, Leo?” Preston Pope asked.

  “None. There won’t be anyone there to meet the plane except you,” Leo replied.

  “No one? How?”

  Leo told them about Nomar’s system. Nomar had a beacon, which was basically a cellphone with a GPS transmitter. This beacon was on the same frequency as the “hound” equipment on the plane, as in “fox and hound.” The hound equipment had a map screen showing the pilot where to go: where the fox was.

  “What I did was create a duplicate of this device, which looks like it is working properly, but in fact isn’t sending out any signal at all. I tested this on the last drop and made sure Nomar bought the fake beacon as the real one. Everything went smooth then, and he’s had it now for five weeks. You are going to another one of Nomar’s landing strips, number 3, and turn on the real beacon there. The pilot will see the location, recognize it as one of the ten, and land the plane for you.”

  “How does he pick his landing strips? Is it just a rotation?” Hugo asked.

  “No, it’s fairly random. He has this black velvet bag with lottery balls inside — ten of them, numbered from 0 to 9. I wanted to make sure that he was going to pick airstrip 8, so I switched all of his balls with a set of ten I purchased. All of them have the number 8 on them,” Leo explained.

  “Why did you care which one he was going to pick?” Hugo asked.

  “Because I needed to set it up. It’s where I’m going to die. At least, hopefully he’ll buy into the illusion of my death. Just as we get there, the DEA will arrive on the scene, and several explosions will happen on the airstrip itself. During this confusion, I’ll set off my shirt, which is one of those special effect deals. If I time it right, Nomar will see me get shot three times in the chest and then roll down the south side of the mesa, where I already cleared out the big rocks so I don’t crack my skull. The DEA will be rushing up, and Nomar shouldn’t have time to come down to check on me. He’ll either run or give up. Giving up is the best option since he still has no plane, no drugs, and hasn’t done anything wrong.”

  “Nice, but how are you getting out? Body bag?” Angel asked.

  “No. As soon as the confusion up there is in full swing, I’ll slip out into the black and walk out of the canyon to where I hid my 450 thumper. When it looks like I can get away with it, I’ll be heading back here to get my things, strap them onto the bike, and head north, since everything south will be pissed off at me.”

  “It sounds like Leo has this under control, and it’s well-thought-out,” Preston said. “Let’s get back to what we are doing, alright?”

  Leo agreed. “Right. So, Danny has acquired two two-ton pickups and two Hummers for you. That should transport you down to the field. Once there, you turn on the beacon. As soon as you hear the plane, you light up the airstrip with flares and the lights from the trucks, like this—“

  Leo walked them through the creation of the makeshift landing strip on the whiteboard he had set up, including where the trucks should be located and where the flares were placed.

  “It’s going to take eight of you to get the flares in place quickly enough. Don’t delay on this. Move as fast as you can. The pilot will leave if he’s left hanging up there too long,” Leo warned.

  “The cargo door is on the side, and the cocaine will be on pallets. There are rollers on the floor so you can pull the pallets out fairly easy, but after that it’s manual labor. Back the trucks up with the gates down, as close as you can, and pull them into the truck, then slide them forward as far as you can to get ready for the next one. You’ll probably only need the one truck, but just to be sure, I asked Danny to make it two. If one breaks down, then you have a chance of getting out of there with some of the dope anyway.

  “Which brings up a point,” Leo said, lifting a finger and getting everyone’s attention. “This isn’t about the coke. It’s about hurting the fuck out of Nomar and getting reprisal for Woody and Emma. It will definitely help the club coffers getting this much coke, but don’t risk your freedom or your lives over it. If the truck breaks down, load what you can into the other, and walk away from the rest with your head held high.”

  “What about just taking one pallet and burning the rest?” Austin asked.

  “That’s up to you, and if you feel that’s the way to go, do it without hesitation,” Leo said.

  “So we are expecting no hostiles?” Hugo asked.

  “I always expect hostiles, and besides, you aren’t the only ones out there. DEA, Border Patrol, bandits, those fuckers that run around in dune buggies with automatic weapons acting like they are a home guard or something. So, Preston is going to set you up with hardware from the club armory if you don’t have your own. And if those home guard fuckers show up, be sure to shoot first. Because they will fire on you, even if you give up.”

  Hugo nodded his head and motioned for Leo to carry on.

  “Good. Now we have four night vision setups for the drivers. Fucking things are expensive as hell, so I only got the four. If anyone has experience with these, sound off now.”

  “I do,” Austin said, followed by Omar, Sam, and Angel.

  “Those are our drivers, then,” Leo told them.

  “Alright, so what then?” Preston asked.

  “Back to the club, back the trucks into the bays out back, lock ’em down, and deal with them after a good night of sleep,” Leo said. “You are each getting ten grand out of the sales, with the option for bonuses as Danny sees fit, but the ten grand is solid.”

  They talk for another hour or so, going over details and making sure they understood everything, but the plan sounded basic and solid enough: get there, get the dope, get home, don’t get caught.

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Bev waited until after nine to call Leo, hoping his meeting was done.

  “Hey, I was wondering if you were going to call.”

  Beverly lifted an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “No reason, just nerves, I guess,” he told her.

  “Yeah, you never know who is really there for you until they show up, right?”

  “Something like that, but nothing to do with you.”

  “Good, because I haven’t come this far with you to ditch you now,” Bev told him. “But, hey, can Yvette use your spare bedroom tonight?”

  “It’s been awhile since the sheets were changed in the
re, so I’ll have to remake the bed, but yes, I would be fine with that. Will you be in my bed?”

  “Nowhere else I’d rather be, lover,” she assured him.

  Bev rode and Yvette brought her truck. She skipped out of it when they arrived and hugged Bev. “God, I love that truck! I’ve never even dreamed of having something like that!”

  “I think I’m being replaced by a V8,” Bev teased.

  “Could be,” Yvette said. “It does give good vibration.”

  Bev slapped her ass. “Brat.”

  “Slut.”

  “Bimbo.”

  “Carrot.”

  “Hey!” Bev said. “Foul.”

  “And bimbo wasn’t because I’m blond?”

  “Well,” Bev said and kissed her cheek, “come on, let’s get inside. Get your bag so we’ll have clean clothes in the morning.”

  Leo was in the living room. Bev ran and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips. “Hey big guy! How was your boy’s club meeting?”

  He eased her back down to the floor. “Good. I’m just cleaning up from it, actually. I changed the bed already. Why don’t you show Yvette the room and bathroom. The bathroom has a nightlight you can flip on while you’re in there so she doesn’t bump into things, since she’s in a strange house.”

  “Eccentric,” Yvette said as she looked around. “But I wouldn’t say strange, really. Very man-style, though. Nothing Bev can’t fix for you, but I think she got here just in time. You were on your way to becoming a bear with furniture.”

  “Come on!” Bev laughed, and she pulled Yvette out by the arm. Yvette waved goodbye to Leo as she was spun around.

  Bev got her into the room and closed the door. “You are such a brat!”

  “Yeah, I am, but you love me, so…” She kissed Bev deeply, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. “Thank you for asking him. I’m sure I’ll be much better here than alone there.”

  “No worries, baby. I think he’s planning on going to bed soon, so let’s show you how to work the TV—”

  “No need. I’m already sleepy. See you in the morning?”

  “Yes, you will,” Beverly said and gave her a quick kiss.

  Yvette was already stripping when Bev closed the door behind her and went out to find Leo again.

  This is ridicules. I’ve got one lover upstairs and one downstairs. If Leo hadn’t told me he didn’t enjoy threesomes, I’d be tempted to get us all in the same room, she thought to herself.

  She found him in the kitchen just finishing cleaning the last glass and putting it in the dishwasher.

  “Thinking about threesomes?” he asked.

  “Okay, that’s just fucking scary,” she told him.

  “Natural. This has to be somewhat awkward for you, and you don’t want to make either of us feel like you don’t care about us, but you can’t be in two beds at once, so—”

  “Threesome, right,” she agreed.

  He turned and looked at her. “You know, the threesome I told you about happened at a party. I barely knew the two girls, and neither of them knew each other. It was just one of those drug-induced moments you read about in Penthouse,” he admitted.

  “Well, shit, Leo!” she hissed so she wouldn’t bother Yvette. “No wonder you didn’t feel a connection — it was just sex!”

  “You’re saying it would be different with you and Yvette?”

  “You’re damn right it would be!” she told him.

  “Alright. I’ll be upstairs and happy no matter how you come up to join me.”

  And with that, Leo walked out of the kitchen.

  She watched him go, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

  She tried to picture Yvette in bed with them, and the image came surprisingly easily. Maybe it was the increased level of intimacy that scissor-time brought with it, but even thinking about Leo’s cock in Yvette’s mouth didn’t raise any issues at all.

  Still stunned by just how easily Leo put her in this position, she walked to the spare bedroom door and tapped it with a knuckle. She opened the door slowly. Yvette was on her back, and since she slept on her belly, it was obvious what Bev had just interrupted.

  “Can I talk to you?” she asked Yvette.

  “Um, alright,” Yvette answered, her hip twisting slightly under the blanket.

  Sitting down on the bed next to her, Bev brushed a lock of hair from Yvette’s face. “I, um, well. Would you like to join us?”

  “You mean, upstairs?”

  “Yes, upstairs, in Leo’s room. Is that too weird for you?”

  “Is it too weird for you?” she asked in return.

  “Yeah, a little, but it’s also more of a turn-on than I thought it would be,” Bev admitted.

  “It’s a turn-on thinking about me getting fucked by Leo?” Yvette asked.

  “It’s a turn-on thinking about the two people I love most sharing something special with me,” Bev told her.

  “Have you ever done this before?”

  “No. I’ve never had a woman like you as a friend before,” Bev admitted.

  “You mean, a lesbian?”

  “No, I mean a woman I loved, like I love you,” Bev explained. “I mean this to be special, between the three of us, and if you don’t think it would be special for you, that’s alright. I’ll come down and sneak into bed with you in the morning.”

  Yvette looked down at her lap and then back to Bev. “It’s just, I know how you feel about crossing lines, and I would want to experience both of you. All of you. And, well—”

  “You mean you feel like you want to be with me all the way,” Bev clarified.

  “That ruins it for you, doesn’t it?” Yvette said.

  Bev didn’t answer for a long time. Then she leaned forward and kissed Yvette. She parted her lips with her tongue, which Yvette greedily accepted. She had never kissed her like this before. Yvette began making whimpering sounds of pleasure in her throat as Bev slid her hand under the sheets and between her legs. It was easier than she had thought it would be to find Yvette’s aroused clitoris.

  Yvette moaned with surprised pleasure and embraced Bev harder, cupping her breast and pulling at her nipples from under her t-shirt.

  Bev pulled her hand back and broke their kiss. Yvette was panting with arousal.

  “Yvette, I kind of really want this. I know what you mean, that if you have to watch everything you do with me, it’s going to take a great deal away from the experience. I’m just going to ask that you keep my feelings in mind, but enjoy me, and Leo, as much as you would like.”

  Yvette was still wide-eyed. “You have no idea how long I have fantasized about kissing you like that.”

  “Long time I guess, huh?” Bev smiled.

  “Since the laundromat,” Yvette admitted. “It was much better than I imagined.”

  Bev got up and offered Yvette her hand. “Come on, come upstairs and love me.”

  The two of them entered Leo’s room together, naked and holding hands.

  “Hello, Yvette,” Leo said.

  “Hello, Leo. I’ve treated you so badly. Are you sure you want me?” Yvette asked.

  Leo held out his hand, and Yvette walked slowly to him, letting go of Bev’s hand. Bev followed her to the end of the bed, watching as Yvette took Leo’s hand and then slid up on the bed facing him.

  Yvette said, “I’m not going to see you after this, am I. Tomorrow is the big day. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it is dangerous.”

  “Sometimes things work out, and I’m hoping that what I have planned will work. But yes, it is very possible that this will be the last time we ever see each other, at least for a very long time,” Leo agreed.

  “There’s so much I want to say. It’s all boggled up in my mind. I don’t know where to start,” Yvette told him.

  “Why don’t we start with a kiss,” Leo suggested.

  “Yes, that’s a good place to start,” Yvette agreed.

  Bev watched the two people she loved most in the world
kiss, waiting for the pangs of jealously that never came. Yvette was tentative, shy, when they began, but soon she had her arms around Leo’s neck and her body pressed against his. Leo’s hands rubbed her long legs and cupped her tight little ass. Bev felt sensations watching him do this. She felt what it was like to have him cup her ass in those strong hands, and the feeling of Yvette’s ass cupped in her own hand. The arousal she felt from this warmed her pussy with radiating heat.

  They continued to kiss and fondle. Yvette was pressing her breasts, which were rounder than Bev’s teardrops, into Leo’s chest while making happy noises in her throat. Bev came onto the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet back, revealing Leo’s cock. She watched as it grew harder. She crawled toward it on hands and knees, and then took it in her mouth. She curled up alongside his long legs and began to stroke and suck him.