Packing a bag with a few things, I have no idea how long this is going to last. It could be a few days or weeks. I am already prepared to have to hunt for most of our meat. The cabin has plenty of canned foods.
Throwing some jeans, shirts, a few boxers, condoms, and some hygiene items that we might need. The prospects found the damned cat and her bag that she packed. The cat was going to have to stay behind. There was no reason we had to try and keep up with his ass in the woods. Angie would probably skin me alive if something happened to her beloved Sampson. I would never admit it out loud, but I kind of liked that damned cat.
I know she has got to be tired, but we need to get on the road. The trip will take a few hours to get to. That is if we don’t hit any snags along the way. She can always go back to sleep when we get on the road. Moving the hair out of her face, she grumbles. “Angie, babe,” I say as low as I can.
“ugh, no,” she grumbles in her sleep. Her lips purse as she tries to move away from the light. Her eyes moving quickly under her closed lids.
“Angie, wake up babe, we got to go.” Her green eyes open as she looks at me.
“No, I don’t want to go anywhere.” She makes a move to cover her head up with a pillow.
“Woman, if you don’t get up, I will carry you to the damned car.” She doesn’t make a move to get up. She yells something into the pillow. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I grab her pills and pocket them. Picking her up bridal style, I leave the room.
“Tank…” she yells against the pillow. “Put me down.” She screams again.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you. You have pillow mouth.” Making my way down the stairs, she throws the pillow; it connects with Jag’s ugly mug.
“What the fuck?” Jag yells as the pillow slides down his body.
“Not me, man,” I lift Angie up higher in my arms.
“Put me down, Tank,” Angie says through gritted teeth. She is too damned cute when she is mad, Angie is like a little bundle of fury when that temper flares, her being so damned short when she is furious makes my dick hard like right now I can feel him standing at attention. Knowing that she is in my arms doesn’t help my situation either.
“Nah, we need to get a move on it. We are taking a little vacation.” She shrieks and slaps my shoulder and tries to kick out of my arms. As we are making our way down the stairs. “Woman, you want both of us to fall down?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she is fuming, and it has my dick hard. Not stopping, I continue to walk and make my way outside to the vehicles. Opening the back door, I throw my bag in, one of the prospects already has her overnight bag in there.
Getting the front passenger door open. I need her to understand that we have to leave and fast. “Angie, we have to move, got me?” Setting her down in the seat. I don’t expect her to answer me right now. She is pissed, her whole life is imploding. She got ran off the road, wrecked her car, got shot in the leg, and had to make a bunch of bikers stop bickering like a gaggle of women. She has legitimate reasons for being pissed.
Even knowing all of this, it kills me that I have to force her to run. My woman is a warrior, it was what drew me in initially. Angie was a lot of things, but she was fierce, loyal, beautiful, and had a sweet spot that few were privy to. My woman was built for me. I had no plans of letting her go anytime soon.
***
Angela
I know that I am acting like a brat, but I have to get a plan going. I need to get away from Tank. It would be better this way. Let them get back on track with their lives. I refuse to be a damned victim again, I refuse for someone to have to guard me and take care of me. This nightmare will never end as long as I am alive.
I had a few years without the Cartel coming after me, but that reprieve is over. They have my mother, they will get me next. They are wearing down my father emotionally, it is a stupid move on their part. The Cartel believes that by doing this, it will make him careless, but the truth is that this will only make things harder for them to hide.
When I look out the window, we are leaving Redding. As Tank gets us out of the city limits, he hits the accelerator, and we speed off in the night. “Get some rest, Angie. We are going to be on the road for a while.” I don’t want to sleep. I need to know where we are going, so I can figure out a getaway. But the lull of the moving vehicle brings on the sleep.
I know this is a dream it has to be, Tank and I have kids in this little fantasy of mine. We are playing in the back yard of some kind. Green grass, a pool. We look happy. Two boys are running around us as we set up the table with food. “Love you, Angie.” Tank tells me from behind me. Everything is peaceful and serene, almost like a movie. His words fill me with happiness and a feeling of completeness, he is my home, my whole world. Our boys continue to play, both with red hair and blue eyes, they are spitting images of the father with my red hair. Apparently, that is all I gave them. Tank makes a move to the grill and opens the lid with a smile for me that says everything, his love for me, his love for his boys as he yells at them to go wash up for dinner, and his happiness is there in his eyes. I did that I made him happy. I wonder if he knows how happy and complete he makes me.
Everything changes, the pool is no longer crystal clear but tainted with blood. Both of the boys are floating face down, bodies riddled with bullet holes. I scream in my dream and turn to find Tank on the ground with his eyes open, free of all life. “Mamacita, you thought you could hide from us? Thought you could have this life?” Juan spreads his arms wide, motioning to Tank and our boys as he laughs in my face. “Never going to happen, little girl.” I try and run from the carnage, but he grabs me as I hear the gunshot.
Waking with a jerk, I find that I am in a bed instead of a car. I have to get away from Tank. I can’t let anything happen to him. If he stays with me, he will never have a life, never. The only way he can live is to be free of me. I knew better than to get involved with anyone. I was selfish to want this. My father was smart to scare me from dating. If he knew that this would happen, then why in the hell would he give me hope at finding a slice of heaven? He had to see that it would be ripped away from me. The world is damned cruel, giving me a glimpse of what could be to only be torn apart from the real monsters of this plane of existence.
“Morning sleepyhead.” Tank pokes his head in the doorway. His words have my head reeling to catch up.
Is it really morning?
Did I sleep all night?
I have no idea where I am.
How am I going to keep Tank safe?
He must see the panic setting in on my face. “Hey, Angie. It will all be okay. No one followed us. We are a long way away from Redding.” He makes his way into the room and sits on the edge of the bed. Tank pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “I promise to keep you safe, Miss O’Malley.” Searching his face, I don’t understand why he isn’t trying to get away from me. I am the daughter of the notorious Evan O’Malley. A man that no one crosses and lives to tell the tale. The man that took out the Cartel boss once, and lived to tell the story.
“Why are you still here?” I find myself asking without thinking.
“Where else would I be? Back at the clubhouse? Na, I told you I was going to keep you safe, and I mean it.” I don’t like it, he should be running, trying to get me as far away from me as possible. I will have to be the one to end it with him. If he doesn't have the sense to stop whatever this is between us, then it is up to me. I can't have anything else happen to him. It breaks something inside to know that I can’t have what my heart is screaming at me that it wants. He is the only person to just accept me, all of me. But I can’t do this to him. I can’t drag him down to the bottom with me, I just can’t.
“Tank, we can’t keep doing this. whatever this is.” I motion from him to myself. The small smile he has is gone.
“And why the hell not?” Great, he thinks we need to keep doing this. Nope, not going to happen. Another piece of me breaks watching all of the emotion play over his handsome features, confusion, hurt, ange
r. Anger I can deal with.
“Because they will never stop coming. If the Cartel doesn’t get my dad and me this time. Then there will always be next time.”
“Sounds to me like you are going to let them win.” He gets up and walks out of the room without a second glance back. Why is the right thing to do always the hardest thing to do? Why doesn’t he get that I don’t want anything more to hurt Tank. He needs to stay safe for Molly. He has his club brothers to worry about, he doesn’t need the extra burden. I let a single tear slip down my cheek. That is all I will allow myself for this fucked up situation.
I startle when the front door slams, I can hear Tank stomping down the porch stairs. I am guessing it is the porch stairs. I need to get rest so that I can plan my getaway. I need to decide what city I want to inhabit this time.
Go for a smaller town.
Dye my hair.
Change my name completely this time, there will be no room for error. Angela O’Malley already died once, now it is time for Angie Veets to die. Amanda Woods sounds like a solid right name. Thank you, Carrie, for the last name idea. I can feel the darkness calling me back, drifting back into a slumber.
Chapter 21
Tank
What the hell type of game is Angie playing at?Did Molly tell her about our past, all of it? Every last bit of it. I don’t do this shit well. This is the exact reason I don’t play games with women. They always win when it comes to games of relationships. Men will forever lose. Women and their pretty hair, nice tits, wonderful asses, and glorious fuck-me-heels.
Well fuck her, if she doesn’t want me, then she can just deal with my ass until this shit blows over. Afterward, we will go our separate ways. I will go back to being a lowlife criminal, and she an uptight smartmouth teacher. Plan set in stone, I still need to get my head on right. The pain that slice through my insides nearly doubles me over, but if this is what she wants, then I have little to no choice except follow her like a damned puppy. I know I will too, I will follow that stubborn woman to the ends of the earth if I have to.
There were no cars following us last night, so we are safe for the moment. These fucking Las Moicas assholes are good. They have a way of finding people that don’t want to be seen. Angie had mentioned that this was the third time they have gotten to her. I know about two of those times. I shouldn’t care about the last time, the one her father doesn’t know about, but fuck me sideways if I want to know.
These Las Moicas took her mother, I can’t help but think that maybe Angie was right and that they will not be able to sell her mother on the trafficking side of their business. That would only mean that she is a loose end. The Cartel’s do not leave loose ends. Losing a parent is never easy, and I hope for Angie’s sake that her father and Brick can figure out how to get Marta back and neutralize these assholes.
I have a feeling that Angie is not the primary target here. I have a feeling that these assholes are attacking Evan, Angie, and the Angels and Sinners together to solve a threat. If they can get rid of all of us, then they can sell and traffic humans without any resistance. Seeing that the Sons of Grimm are our enemy, they would be able to put them back in full force, and ta-dah the Las Moicas are back in northern California. Then they have a better foothold in the US and Mexico, putting them back on the cartel map. This is nothing more than a play at territory.
I walk around the property to see if there are any weak spots that I need to reinforce. There are cameras all over this place, with a surveillance system in the cabin. Good on Diesel and Jag for ensuring that all of the safe houses were covered in case something like this happened.
Pulling the burner phone out of my pocket, I sit on the little chair that occupied space by the door. Dialing Brick, I wait for my Prez to answer.
“Brick.” He answered like he always does.
“Prez. Got nothing up here. All clear.”
“Good.”
“Anything happening out there?” I hate having to sit up here, while my brothers are out there fighting to keep the scum out of Redding. That is where I should be, not babysitting a woman that doesn’t even want me around her. Fuck, what was I thinking of? I should have nominated her so-called ‘brother.’ I knew I was lying to myself, no one else was going to keep my woman safe except for me. Running my free hand through my hair, I let out a sigh, knowing that I might have to go nomad after all of this shit is over.
“We got a bead on the Mother Goose.” Perking up, that was good, they might have found Marta.
“Good, I bet Papa Goose is excited.” I scoff at the idea of Evan happy.
“Nope, not yet. But he will be soon. Listen, Ivan believes that Angie is going to try to make a run for it. Says he thinks she is planning. Don’t even ask how he knows. I don’t care about the how or why. All I care about is making sure she doesn’t get herself killed. Do what you gotta do to keep her ass there. Got me?” Thank makes sense as to why she was pushing me away. Cunning little vixen.
“Got you.” I had just an idea of what to do. Angie was going to hate it. But if it meant she was okay, then so be it. “Prez, I got a hunch on what these Las Moicas are getting at. If they eliminate the Angels and Sinners and Evan, they have a clear path to do what they want.”
“Been thinking that same thing. Good looking out, Tank.” The line clicks off as I pocket my burner phone and make my way into the cabin with a sinister smile on my face. This trip is about to get a whole lot more interesting.
***
I waited for Angie to come around. Sitting in the chair in the room. I should hate the fact that she is tied to the bed, well, only one arm. I can't have her trying to run away and get herself in deeper shit than she already is.
Even though I am pissed off at the crazy woman, she is so damned hot. Her short stature, generous tits, round ass, and thick thighs her body drives me wild. Her attitude is even better. I already know she will give me shit when she wakes up. I am counting on it. Who knows maybe I will take a page out of Jag’s book and tie her spread eagle and ravish her body, make her submit to me. That sounds like a plan, a delicious idea forming in my thoughts.
Watching her stir, I feel the smile forming on my face. Leaning forward, I wait for it. “What the hell is this?” She yells out.
“Ah, that my dear Angie is to keep you from running.” I try for serious but know that I can’t. I am pissed that she might actually be thinking of running. But damn, I love the verbal spars that we have.
“Really, Tank, and why would I try and run?” she sits up, pulling on the rope that I used to keep her tied to the bed. Nothing too abrasive, it is a Bungie cable that has a little give to it. Thank god my parents made me take Boy Scouts. Learned all about knots and how to tie them among a few other survival skills. They used the extracurricular activities, so they could get me out of the house.
“You tell me, Angie. Why would you run?” Her face flushes red for an instant as she tries to tame the anger. Her green eyes land on me as she narrows them at me.
“You, really Tank. Isn’t it obvious? If I run, the Cartel will leave you and your club alone.” The venom in her voice tells me that she believes the shit she is telling me.
“You believe that? You think that they will just leave everyone alone?” Shaking my head. I pause for a second to get my temper under control. “Angie, they don’t just want you. They want your father gone, and they want my club gone too.”
“But why?” She whined in a higher-pitched voice.
I sighed. Angie wasn’t going to like my answer. “Club business, babe.” I can see the wheels turning in her head. Yep, she is pissed.
“Really, Tank. This involves more than just your club.” Crossing her arms over her chest, thrusting her tits further up, my eyes follow. I can't help it, I know what they look like, how heavy they feel. “My eyes are up here.” She spits at me.
“I know where your eyes are. Your tits are kind of hypnotizing me right now. Go on, I am listening to you.” I keep my eyes on her luscious tits. Got to keep
her riled up and get over this ‘I want to run away’ mentality.
“You’re an ass, you know that right. A pure and simple ass.”
“Well, you let this ass make you cum for a few weeks.”
“Asshole.”
“At least we agree on that one.”
“What that you’re an asshole. Yeah. If I promise not to run, will you untie me?”
“Nope.” She shrieked her anger, and I smiled. Got her good and pissed. She can know how I feel about her little ideas.
“Tank, when I get out of this shit, I swear I am going to…”
I jerk my eyes up to meet hers. Her chest is heaving with her anger, she is just too adorable when she is pissed. Green eyes boring into my head. If looks could kill, I would have been killed at least one hundred times.
“What are you going to do, Angie? Call daddy dearest?” I know I am goading her, but hell, it is who I am. We have been doing something like this for the past three weeks, but this feels different. Wrong. Something isn’t right.
“No, I am not going to call my daddy.” Her voice gets quiet, as she inspects the blankets in her lap.
“Then what are you going to do?”
“Nothing, there are you happy? You got me right where you want me. Tied up to the fucking bed. In a place, I don’t want to be. Seems to be the way my life goes. Poor Angela always needing to be rescued. For what? Because of who my father is. I am sick of it, I am tired of having to be someone I am not.” Her voice gets louder as she talks until she is screaming at me.
“That what are you running from? Your past? Hell Angie, we all have a past we don’t like.” I am not glad about my past, either. But she doesn’t need to know that. “Who rescued you the second time they came?” She freezes, and her already pale face gets even paler.
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