Highway to Heaven (12 page)

Charro’s hands flew up and his eyes went as
wide as saucers. “Shit!” he said, shocked. She’d startled him the
second his eyes dropped to the little bundle tucked under one arm.
“Where are you two off to?” he asked.

“Sledge is getting out today. We’re going to
pick him up and get all of his meds,” Chevy answered, catching the
evil death glare Rose delivered when Harley began to wail. Charro
stepped back as if she’d physically attacked him before he got
control of the situation again.

“You’re going to bed. Chevy, you take one of
the girls with you. Chief is pullin’ the Yukon around now.” He
reached for Harley without going into further detail.

Rose slapped his hand, her body turning
Harley away from him. “Get your hands off my daughter,” she barked.
He quirked an eyebrow and smiled.

“Give me Harley. We can hang out while you
get your cranky ass in bed.” He didn’t give her a choice this time
when he reached for the pink bundle. Rose wanted to argue, but she
already knew he was a great babysitter. And, if she were to be
honest with herself, she was past the dead-on-her-feet stage to
full-blown angry-brain-sucking-zombie stage. She looked to Chevy,
but Chevy just nodded in agreement.
Chicks before dicks my
ass
, she thought.

“Go. I’ll take one of your sisters with me,”
she encouraged. Well hell. Sleep. The thought of it called to her
like a meth head to a case of the old Mini Thins they used to sell
over the counter that worked great as cut. Yeah, then again, if she
had a bottle of the ephedrine energy tabs, she wouldn’t be so damn
tired or arguing already defeated before she obliged. She hollered
for the girls, but Lacey was the first to come running.

“What’s up? Is Sledge back yet?” Rose looked
her head to foot and shook her head. Lacey had on a tight black
leather mini skirt, a red shimmering tank top with a black rose
embroidered across the top with a daring low neckline and enough
make-up on to put most drag queens to shame. Her black strappy
stripper heels had her standing almost on her tippy toes. Her hair
had been curled and held enough hair spray a tornado could come
through and it wouldn’t move. She couldn’t help but grin and shake
her head. There comes a point in a parental figure’s life that you
get so angry, it’s either laugh it off, or go insane. Rose was
there.

“You sure that’s what you want to wear?”

Lacey’s eyes went wide and she looked down,
her face dropping in a panic. “What? Is it the skirt? Shit. I knew
I should have done my low cut jeans and black top that has the
corset lacing.” She whirled around ready to go do a mad dash
wardrobe change and Rose grabbed her arm.

“You’re trying too hard.” Rose crossed her
arms and stared, waiting for Lacey’s explanation.

“Trying too hard? For what?” she played
innocent.

“Don’t be coy. Sledge. No secret you have a
major crush on him, but you’re playing with fire, Lace. These
guys…they aren’t about romances and dating. They want to fuck.
Plain and simple. You’re too young to be playing with him.”

“I know what I’m doing,” she said in a snotty
teenager huff. “I’m not a kid anymore, Rose.” Lacey tried to put
off the impression she didn’t want to get serious and had no
expectations of roses and candle lit dinners. Except, deep down, it
was the whole reason for chasing a man, right? You play the part of
casual, hoping it leads to something serious. Rose should know more
than anyone. She was married to not just one biker, but two.

“I just don’t want you to get your heart
broken.” Her voice went tender with concern. Lacey was over
eighteen now, and it was no secret to her extra-curricular
activities she’d partaken in well before her sixteenth birthday. As
much as Rose didn’t like it, she didn’t want her sister getting
hurt either. Handful or not, a broken heart was still a broken
heart, and if one of her sisters was a victim, she’d rip off
whoever’s balls did it— biker or not.

“I know,” Lacey said, her eyes hitting the
ground. And, she did. But she’d take what she could, while she
could. That’s all a girl could do, right? She’d screwed around at
an early age, seeking attention and something to fill the void that
had eaten at her soul for as long as she could remember. It didn’t
help of course, and her reasons for messing with Sledge were
different. It was the same concept, sure. But what if she could
have a piece of the happiness Rose had found?

“Okay. Go with Chev and bring him home. I
have a feeling he may need someone to play nurse until he’s up and
on his feet.” The sparkle Rose’s words brought to Lacey’s bright
eyes made them all stifle a laugh. She was in pure puppy love, and
damn if it wasn’t gonna end bad. Chevy shot Rose a knowing look but
said nothing. Charro, on the other hand, had a lot to say.

“How old are you?” he asked, knowing good
damn and well how old she was. He’d asked when he’d first arrived,
instructing his guys to stay away from the girls.

“Eighteen,” she said, looking at him
curiously. “Why?” This time, she had a little more attitude and
kicked out a hip, planting a hand on it.

“Eighteen. You’re too young to be getting
tangled up with guys like this. They’re gonna chew you up and spit
you out. You ready to be used and tossed aside?” He kept his voice
condemning and harsh, which made her take a step back. He was being
tough, but the girl had no idea what the hell she was in for. She
was gorgeous, built like a brick shit house, and had yet to value
her assets. By the time she finally realized what she had and how
to use it to her advantage, she’d be hardened. He hated knowing
that.

“Yeah, well, that’s not your concern.” She
flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned to Chevy. “You
ready?” Her eyes cut back to Charro and gave him a glare before she
turned her back fully to him.

Chevy shook her head with an eye roll. “Yeah.
Let’s go, kid. Rose, sleep. Charro, if anything happens to that
baby I will personally take pride in torturing you until there is
nothing left but bones tied to the fence, got it?” What he didn’t
realize was that she was dead serious. Chevy was a bad bitch who
had done bad things and wouldn’t hesitate or lose sleep at night
for doing it again.

“She’s in good hands,” he said, kissing her
on the cheek. Rose said goodbye and headed up the stairs at the
persistent nagging of Charro who had settled in a big overstuffed
chair with Harley. He’d pulled the blanket back and was blowing
raspberries at her when Rose disappeared upstairs.

*****

Sledge walked in the clubhouse with the help
of Chief to a downstairs bedroom. He’d had a bunch of stitches and
a few cracked ribs but, for the most part, he’d live even if he
felt like dog shit. Lacey hadn’t stopped fawning over him since
she’d rushed to his side at the hospital and it’d finally melted
the last of his reservations where she was concerned. They’d fucked
a few times, but he didn’t want to get involved with someone that
could be his little sister. Hell, he’d sent Abi away for the same
damn reasons, and now he was fucking someone younger than her. How
messed up was that? If she weren’t Rose’s sister it wouldn’t have
bothered him. Hell, it’d been a badge of honor getting young pussy
like that. But, she was. Which made her Savage family and not one
to tread lightly with. Yet, deep down, he didn’t want to. She’d
been a pain in the ass when she was younger, and still had that
wild as hell spirit, but that’s what he liked about her. She’d
matured, and with that came so much more others didn’t see. Plus,
the girl could flat suck a dick. That was a rare quality,
especially among the rats around here. Even their damn throats were
beat out and they had no idea how to please him. So, with Lacey, it
was a double whammy. “Come on, let’s get you laid down,” she
purred. God, even through the pain, her tender touch made his cock
twitch.

“You trying to get me in bed, babe?” he
asked, his head cocked to the side.

“Mmm. If I had my way I’d keep you there,”
she flirted. He scooted onto the pillows and laid back, half
expecting it when she carefully climbed up beside him and ducked
under the covers. His sweats were carefully tugged away, and even
though the slightest movement hurt like hell, her sweet lips on his
shaft made it all disappear.

*****

Chevy had left the two and shut the door,
figuring Charro would be happy to give up Harley while Rose was
asleep but he denied. “Nope. We still gotta lot to discuss, this
little angel and I… She has big plans. When she gets older, Uncle
Charro is gonna send her to the best boarding schools Paris has to
offer. She’s gonna travel the world. Europe, see the pyramids in
Egypt…then to my home country, Spain. I’m gonna give her everything
she wants.” Chevy didn’t know how Tonto and Sandman would take to
Charro taking such a huge role in their daughter’s life, but from
the looks of things, they may not have a choice. It was strange how
one little baby could turn a lethal Nomad into what sat before her.
She had no doubt that if someone were to walk up and say something
cross, he’d slit their throat without a second thought. But with
Harley, he turned in to Mr. Rogers in leather.

“Sounds like she’s gonna be well looked after
with everyone ‘round here. So that mean you’re sticking around
then?” She knew Chief and them would want to know, but she asked
because she actually liked the guy. He’d be good for some of the
girls around here, and brought muscle, which they always needed.
The bigger and stronger they were, the less likely anyone like the
Diablos would ever show their faces in their territory again.

“Uncle Charro?”

He quirked an eyebrow in a ‘what of it’
gesture and ignored it when she didn’t press on. “Yeah. I like it
here,” he stated, which didn’t say he’d relinquish his Nomad
status, but that didn’t matter as long as he respected the rules.
She offered a smile and nodded.

“Good.”

*****

They rode out in the night, the sound of
their bikes vibrating the ground beneath them. They’d picked up a
Chevy Yukon SUV and had Maxi and Kink driving it to a location that
offered cover for it and their bikes. As dangerous as it was, they
were going to have to walk in to keep incognito from whatever
guards or goons that might be coming in or out of the tunnel. Their
best bet was to have two guys ready to load up and haul ass if the
need arrived.

Shady pulled back on the throttle, pulling
her bike up next to Abi as they rode down the dirt path. They’d
have to watch being that close to Reyes’ compound, but if they got
lucky, he’d be in the right spot to snipe out without missing a
step before they went to get their girl. Not that Shady would let
it go down so simply, but it sounded good anyway. She lifted her
chin, taking in the warm night air and letting the moonlight clear
her mind of everything but their mission. As she looked around, all
of the others had switched everything off as well, all preparing
and readying for the gates of hell to open wide.

The desert-like terrain had changed some as
they neared the checkpoint. Tonto had found a spot close that had
forest area to use as their cover without them having to trek too
far and the bikes all began to slow, rounding a corner onto a
narrower path. The forest backed up to Reyes’ estate, giving them a
perfect advantage to approach without being detected. They assumed
there would be security measures in place, and knowing the sick
bastard Reyes was, he’d have booby traps set. Thanks to Fish who
had given them aerial satellite images of Reyes’ place to their GPS
and Star Brite night vision scopes, it shouldn’t be too big of a
feat.

As they pulled up to a stop, Fork’s phone
began to buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the
Caller ID with a frown. “It’s Sahara.” Her calling meant either
something had gone down or she had information. The group parked
and got off their bikes in silence. He answered, “Yeah.”

“Fork, I’ve got audio
,”
Sahara’s voice
sounded urgent.

“Which location?” Fork’s body went rigid.

“
At the house. Two men came out and were
rambling on about the money they were gonna get. The bastards said
something about an auction. I think Reyes is selling the girls,
Fork.”
Sahara’s emotion came out in a snarl. He had to take a
moment to absorb her words, clenching his fist at his side to keep
from hitting something.

“Did they say when?” he cut out.

“Tomorrow night if I translated
right
.”

“Good. We can get in and scope the place out
tonight, then hit them tomorrow. Call Fish and get us back up. I’m
not going in without enough fire power to blow this whole fucking
country up.”

“On it,
”
Sahara replied.

“I’ll phone in after we get Intel. You three
stay low. We’re going to wait the fuckers out. Bye.” He didn’t wait
for a response, but turned his volume off and shoved his phone back
in his pocket. He turned to everyone and began to explain.

“The plan has changed. Sahara hit the
jackpot. Reyes is taking the girls to auction tomorrow night. That
gives us time to find out what we are up against and how many girls
he has locked in that dungeon of his. Once we take him down, we
need to search his house from top to bottom and make sure he
doesn’t have any he decided to keep for himself,” Fork said in an
almost whisper. They were far enough away they wouldn’t be heard,
but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“Auction? He’s fucking human trafficking?”
Shady’s face turned red even in the pale moonlight. Abi bowed up
beside her, taking his words personally. The girls weren’t the only
ones who had a major problem with his business. Drugs and weapon
smuggling were one thing. Kidnapping girls with the intent on
selling them opened a whole new angle of fucked up.

“We’re going to set an example. Tonight, we
do nothing, and I mean
nothing
but recon. Scope the place
out. Get as much information as we can. The stakes just got higher,
and I’m not leaving until every one of them is dead, and every girl
at that fuckin’ flesh market is safe.” Sandman’s face had narrowed
into something almost unhuman. The entire group was bowed up,
sending a crackling energy through the air. Tomorrow, Reyes would
find out what true hell was.