by Sara Crest
He dropped the gun and fell to the ground in pain as Axel ran over to finish him off.
As he lay on the ground in pain he reached for his gun again, grabbing it out of the dirt and trying to take another shot at me only for Axel to slam his foot down on his hand and prevent him from pulling the trigger.
I heard the sirens behind us as 3 California police cars pulled up, our time was up we had to leave!
“Axel just leave him for the real police we have to get out of here now!”
Axel didn’t respond, he stood over Donnelly pointing a gun straight to his head, ready to end him.
“Sharpe get out of here, I’ll take care of Axel” I said patting Sharpe on the back.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes! Now go!”
Sharpe sighed but listened to me, running over to where his bike was as the California police began coming out of their cars with their guns pointed at us.
He looked back at us one last time as he mounted his bike, I could see that he didn’t want to leave us behind but I mouthed “go” and waved him away until he finally started his bike and sped off before the California police could arrest him.
I saw Axel’s hands shake as he kept the gun pointed right at Donnelly as he pinned him on the ground with his feet.
“Drop the gun!” one of the cops yelled out as they all pulled their gun on him.
I ran up to Axel and grabbed him by his arm, I looked into his eyes and saw the same fire of revenge that burned in his eyes when he failed to kill Donnelly the last time.
“Do it already!” Donnelly called out as Axel cocked his gun. “Fucking end it!”
“Axel no don’t!” I pleaded as I tried to pull him off of Donnelly. “You shoot him and the cops will take you away forever!”
“Hannah, he killed my friend, he almost killed you. He hurt so many people, I can’t just let him walk out of here!”
“Yes you can! They’ll take him away Axel they have dirt on him he’ll rot in jail!”
“And what if he walks! What if they let him go?”
I grabbed his face and turned it towards me, kissing him deep as California police and federal officers kept their guns pointed straight at us.
“I know you want to avenge your friend, killing him might even make you feel better for now… but no matter what happens if you drop that gun and we run away now you’ll have me. We’ll have our whole lives to grow closer and closer and fall deeper in love. Is that not what we talked about? Is that not what you want? His life isn’t worth our future, you might not get your revenge but I can guarantee you there’s enough evidence to ruin his life. Don’t throw everything we worked so hard for down the drain Axel, please! I love you too much for that.”
I saw him grip the gun tighter, squeezing the trigger a little bit before slowly letting his grip become loose as his finger let go of the trigger.
I ran my hand down his arm until I reached the hand that held the gun. I ran my fingers along the barrel until I reached the end, gripping it tight in my hand and taking it from his now limp grasp.
“You’re right Hannah” he said as I tossed the gun aside. “He’s not worth it.”
He grabbed my arm and before the cops had a chance to react he lifted me up and carried me effortlessly as he sprinted towards his bike.
The feds cried out for us to stop as they surrounded and cuffed Donnelly as Axel put me on the back of his bike before hopping on himself.
He turned around and kissed me one more time before starting up the bike.
He hit the throttle and after burning rubber for a few seconds we both sped out of there, leaving Los Aves behind.
50
(Axel)
“I thought you two would never show up” Mason said as Axel and I pulled off to a rest stop on the side of the road.
“You know us” Hannah replied. “Always fashionably late.”
Mason chuckled. “You two are like two peas in a pod I swear.”
“I’m just happy to see how many of our guys made it out of there” I said as I looked at the hundreds of bikers that were lounging around the rest stop.
“We lost a couple of good men, but overall I’d say things went exactly how you planned it” he said with a smile.
“To be fair I almost made a bad decision, if it wasn’t for Hannah who knows where I would be right now.”
I pulled her in and hugged her from the side as she squeezed me tight.
We had rode through Utah and now we were on the state border to Wyoming.
I looked off at the “Welcome to Wyoming” sign in the distance and smiled.
“This is a new beginning for us Mason” I said as I squeezed Hannah tight. “For all of us.”
“Hopefully a much more quiet beginning” Mason said. “I sent some men ahead and they think they already found a new home for us, play our cards right and we’ll be far more accepted than we ever wore in Los Aves.”
“Sounds good, you go get Wyatt and tell everyone that we’re rolling out. To our new home.”
As Mason left I leaned down and kissed Hannah, feeling the warmth of her lips against mine.
“I’m so happy we’re here” she told me as she ran her hands down my chest. “I don’t know where I would be without you.”
“To think if you never burst into the Double H bar with that gun we never would have met” I laughed.
“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope” I said laughing as I leaned in and kissed her.
The sounds of motorcycles revving filled our ears as my club brothers took to the road and headed north to cross the Wyoming state border.
“No matter what happens in our new life, promise me you’ll always love me” she said smiling with a few tears of joy in her eyes.
I lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around my waist and kissed her as passionately as I could, feeling her hands run up and down my bike as my brothers cheered for us.
“I promise.”
Epilogue
(3 years later)
(Hannah)
“You two are just the spitting image of what I want in my life” Veronica said as she cleaned a glass in her hand.
As soon as we had got to Wyoming Axel sent a few guys down to Vegas to free Veronica from her owner. She had nowhere else to go so she came up here to live with the Desert Vultures in Wyoming, working at the club bar that everyone chipped in to buy.
In fact a lot of the girls Axel had freed moved up here with us, in a way we kind of created a sisterhood within the brotherhood.
“Impossible” Axel said jokingly. “Our love is more intense than anyone else’s, it can’t be emulated.”
I laughed as I kissed Axel on the cheek. Ever since we got here he was a far happier person, it helped that Donnelly and the Scorched Satans were sentenced to life in prison for their crimes, the past few years had been absolute bliss. Although the women who Axel had freed were a reminder of my old life I often forgot those bad years. Axel had made me so happy that being bought by Edgar felt like a lifetime ago, sometimes it almost felt as if it never really happened.
“Oh I see how it is loverboy” Veronica said laughing. “Just you wait and see, I got my eyes on your friend Mason, he’ll come around.”
Axel laughed “you might have to come out and tell him you like him, Mason could never pick up on emotions too well.”
“I’ll keep that in mind” Veronica said laughing as she went to go serve a brother who came up to order a drink.
“You know the club is pretty stable now, we could take a road trip somewhere if you want” Axel said to me as I draped myself around him.
“I’ve never been the beach before, how about California?” I said biting my lip.
“If my baby wants California then that’s what my baby gets.”
He leaned down and kissed me as I ran my fingers through his hair.
A few years ago I was a lost girl without a home, unsure of what this life
would give me after I escaped that basement.
Now I was free and in the arms of the man I loved.
Life was perfect.
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Sven’s Ride Preview
1
(Sven)
Figures that Saul would leave me to do the dirty work, guess if you want something done right you gotta do it yourself.
My target was down the road, standing next to his bike with a revolver pointed straight at me. Unfortunately for him he already used up all 6 of his shots when he pulled over, firing wildly in my general direction hoping to scare me off. If only he knew how many times I’ve done this before.
He was still pulling the trigger, dry firing the gun while aiming straight at me. With each pull an audible ‘click’ rang out down the road, reminding me again and again that this dumbass was totally and completely spent. He didn’t realize though, when you’re that high on crystal all you know is that the gun in your hand is supposed to go bang and the guy on the other end is supposed to drop. Maybe if he wasn’t so busy getting high on his own supply his aim would have been better and I would have been a dead man, yet here we are.
I revved my bike up, the noise snapped him out of his trigger pulling stupor and he tossed the gun to the side of the road in frustration.
He got back on his bike and turned it to face me, revving his engine right back at me. Even from this far away in the evening light I could see the crazed look in his eyes, he was challenging me.
His funeral.
I hit the throttle of my bike, watching my speedometer go from 0 to 70 in virtually no time as it continued to climb. I looked ahead to see the jackass speeding right at me as we got closer and closer to collision.
I never played chicken with a meth head before, in my experience they don’t feel fear after they’ve smoked, guess I was about to find out how high this guy really was.
I gripped my handlebar tighter as we really started to close in on each other, the wind blowing through my hair, the howling of the engine in my ear, the sweat on my grip. This could very well be the last time I ever enjoyed it all. This fucker was just not backing down. I’ve never given up a game of chicken and I wasn’t going to start now, either he pulls away or we’re both done.
I could hear his screams as we were just seconds away from colliding. Part of me wanted it to happen, for us to collide head first into each other and have our bodies soar through the air before crashing down on the pavement. To take my last breath looking up at that blue New England sky and think about all I’ve done.
How long have I been doing this for my brotherhood? I knew I would die giving my life the the Freedom Riders so why not just get it over with and do it right now? Sad thing is if I had to do it all over I’d make the same choices again.
When I was close enough to see the whites in his eyes he cried out in frustration, pulling a hard right only to fall off his bike and skid across the pavement as his ride fell to its side and swerved off the road.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath, every time you win at this game it’s like a second chance at life. At least it is when you go in with no intention of pulling away.
I slowed my bike down and pulled a U turn, watching my target writhe on the pavement. I pulled up beside him and looked at his torn up clothes, his bruises didn’t look too bad considering how fast we were going. Not that it would matter for him anyway.
“I-I need a hospital” he sputtered out, coughing a few drops of blood onto the pavement.
“Those broken bones are the least of your worries right now” I said taking a roll of duct tape out of my bike bag and tying his arms and legs.
“I didn’t do anything to you, what the fuck do you want me for?” he said looking up at me absolutely mortified.
I ripped off another piece of duct tape, putting it over his mouth, I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to this guy. He knows who he’s associated with, he had a choice to make and he chose the side that was against us.
You’d think some people would know better.
2
(Sven)
I picked the guy up by the back of his belt, lifting him off of my bike and throwing him onto the dirt below. He was a bitch to tie up, not to mention I had to carry him out here on the back of my motorcycle. Do you know how hard it is to make sure someone struggling on the back of your ride doesn’t fall off? I should have just interrogated him while I had him lying on the pavement.
“You know Saul you always do find the best places to do this kind of stuff. Just look at that view.”
We were on a cliff jutting out of a small mountain, overlooking a small town nestled in the mountain’s valley. We had been stuck in the town for weeks and I was really starting to get antsy, I was hoping this guy I nearly died in order to get would lead us closer to where we had to be.
Saul reached down and ripped off the duct tape I had put on over the guy’s mouth.
“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” he cried out as soon as the duct tape came off. Had a lot of boom in him for a man that nearly died just a few minutes before.
“Calm down there bud we’re the only ones out here, nobody is gonna hear you” Saul said annoyed.
I hated when they cried out like that, doing stuff like this never got any easier and it certainly didn’t help when your target started blubbering and begging like a child. What, do you want me to say I was a cold killer? Yeah it was my job but I didn’t take any enjoyment out of it, I did it for the MC. Nothing more, nothing less.
I reached down and put my gun in his mouth, 8 times out of 10 it worked. Chances are if it didn’t then we weren’t going to get anything out of the bastard.
“Look buddy” I said. “We can all walk out of here right now if you tell us where the main lab is. All we want to do is have a little talk with your head cook and we’ll be on our way.”
He mumbled something short and quick out of the barrel of my gun but I didn’t catch it. Maybe it was the name of his cook.
“What was that?” I asked sliding the barrel out of his mouth.
“I said FUCK YOU!”
“Of course you did… I think he might be high on his own supply Saul, I don’t think we’re gonna get anything out of this one.”
“Well, the MC told us what to do. I’ve been looking around this place since we came into town and it doesn’t look like people come here, if we get rid of him here nobody will find him until we’re long gone.”
I put my pistol away, I had enough for the day and I really didn’t feel like putting another life on my conscious. You’d think doing something like this would get easier but each time I did it I could just feel it weighing me down. I didn’t want to leave the club but I definitely wanted them to give me something else to do other than this.
“Oh so you want me to get this one?” Saul said as he noticed me putting my gun away. He leaned down and put the duct tape back on our target to muffle his cries and obscenities. It made me feel a little better about this whole situation.
“Saul I don’t even want to see you doing it. I’ll meet you down at the bar I got some stuff I got to think about.”
“You just want me out of the picture to get some local girl to hop on your cock Swede boy.”
“You know as well as I do that I’ve turned down every girl that’s talked to me since we got here. There’s more to a girl than how good she can ride Sauly, maybe when you’re my age you’ll realize that.”
“You’re only 2 years older than me you crazy bastard” Saul replied.
“Those 2 years make a difference, you’ll see.”
I started up my bike and revved my engine, hearing it roar across the mountain side.
I turned it around and sped down the dirt road, leaving Saul to finish off our target in whatever way he saw fit. Something that I already wante
d to get out of my head. Part of me wished that we could just let these guys go, but I knew that would come back and bite us in the ass.
As the trees whipped by me all I could think about was how I just wanted to sit down and have a good drink. A drink to wash away the thought of what was about to happen to that sorry son of a bitch, a drink to help me forget about all the other men who have died by my hands, all in the name of the Freedom Riders MC.
Even if everything I did was for the Club I couldn’t shake the intrusive thoughts out of my head. I couldn’t forget the faces of the men whose lives came to an abrupt end because of me. I loved my Club, I’d die for the Freedom Riders, but that didn’t mean that I hated what I did for them.
I tried to clear my mind, put myself in a more meditative state, but the gunshot that echoed across the mountain quickly brought me back down to reality.
Who am I kidding with that bullshit I told Saul, I need a good ride. A girl that knows how to work those hips could make you forget all your troubles, if only for a few hours.
All I could think about was all the girls I had turned down since I got into this town. Maybe I could find one that I turned down back at the bar, give her the fun that she wanted.
I did get a kick out of turning them down though, sometimes they’d even make a scene. “Oh what you think you’re better than me?” or “wow what are you some kind of queer? You should be begging for a piece of this!” On the better nights they’d tire out and leave once they realized that throwing empty insults at me isn’t the best way to get my cock in them or to get their dignity back. On the bad nights some guy, some white knight acting soft boy, would come and confront me thinking that I just disrespected this girl mouthing off in front of me.
I may have never acquired the stomach for killing, but you better believe that if you’re a man who confronts me that you’d have your face on the alcohol soaked bar floor in a matter of seconds. I guess trouble just likes to follow me around like that.