Highway to Heaven (3 page)

Back at the club, Rose laid the baby down,
again, for the tenth time and settled into bed. It was always hard
getting sleep when the guys were gone, but for some reason tonight
was proving to be the worst. As if not being sandwiched between
Tonto and Sandman was bad enough, even Harley sensed the bad juju
that hung over them. The little princess seemed to have a sixth
sense when something wasn’t quite right. There had even been a
couple times the Diablos had made a few poor attempts at mediocre
sabotage and ambush. Each time, little Harley had been full of
discontent and unpacifiable. With that thought, Rose reached over
and picked up her cell phone off the dresser and dialed Road, happy
he’d answered on the first ring. Road was one of the elders who was
married to Chevy. Older or not, he was still one of the toughest
son-of-a-bitches to ever walk the earth. “What’s wrong?” He knew if
Rose was calling in the middle of the night, it wasn’t a social
call, nor was it a baby emergency. That’s what the Prospects that
had been left behind were for.

“It’s Harley. She’s sounding her alarms
again, and I don’t think it’s colic. I have a feeling something is
coming—” He didn’t let her finish her explanation despite how crazy
it sounded.

“I’m on my way.” Road hung up the phone, and
given the roar of bikes she heard not ten minutes later, he’d
hauled ass to the clubhouse and brought reinforcements.
Unfortunately, trouble didn’t wait for them to get there. A loud
crashing and screams both outside the building and downstairs had
Rose scooping up her little pink bundle and charging to the safe
room. Since Harley had been damn near delivered on the back of a
bike on the way to the hospital, Tonto and Sandman had insisted a
safe room be built to protect her until their house was built. Rose
had chastised them for being so overprotective, but was overly
thankful now. Digs and Hammer came rushing in the room,
instinctively grabbing everything she might need for a long period
of time before rushing her down the hall with Red and Bree right
behind. “Wait! Where are the girls?” She looked around frantically
searching for her sisters. Alice and Lacey came rushing to her with
Lacey half dressed and looking like she’d been up to something. She
didn’t have time to figure out what, and knowing her sister, it
wasn’t good. Alice stumbled half asleep, carrying her shoes in one
hand that didn’t match and her cell in the other. Sledge wasn’t far
behind, sending up red flags that would definitely need some
answers later.

“Get in!” Sledge ordered. The girls didn’t
hesitate and waited to be locked in while Rose handed the baby to
Alice.

“Here. I have to check the cameras and
emergency exit hatch. Get her settled in the bassinet and watch the
monitors,” she said frantically.

“Fuck,” Alice gasped just as fire exploded in
one of the downstairs windows. There was gunfire as the guys rushed
around illuminated in the results of a Molotov cocktail. She let
out a little screech when Sledge took a blow from a crowbar but had
a half grin when he turned and capped the gangster right between
the eyes with a .45. Even with their numbers short and less than
half of the Diablos, the fight was over in a matter of minutes. The
few that had lived tucked tail and ran like cowardly pussies. This
time, the guys didn’t let them get away. They all knew what was
going on and refused to let any Diablo they ran across live.

Sledge, who still had yet to feel the
throbbing at the result of the metal bar he took across the ribs,
hopped in the jacked up four by four with Zeus and Hammer and took
off in a cloud of black smoke as the tires spun on the pavement.
“Make it quick. Zeus, get ready, there are two coming up on your
side. Hammer, three on yours. I’ll go down the middle and swing
around wide to the left to block ‘em from the alley. Get ready!”
Sledge stomped on the gas and the crotch rockets came into view as
they closed in on them. As the truck growled through the night air,
their adrenaline pumped so hard the high they were on drowned out
the sirens in the distance.

Sledge reached the target and cut the wheel
sharp right, swinging the backend of the truck out and around. It
clipped the front tire of one of the Diablos and spun it just
enough he lost control and ate pavement. The bike behind him
couldn’t dodge in time and slammed against the fat ass burrito
bender on the ground, flying up in to the air. Zeus took aim and
pulled the trigger, shooting him straight through the chest.

“Nice! Skeet shoot that mothafucka!” Hammer
yelled, aiming in on another. “Pull!” He grinned a wickedly evil
snarl. Sledge gunned it and slammed in to another motorcycle,
creating a chain reaction that had two more bodies flinging up and
over the hood. Hammer leaned out the window and fired twice,
landing both shots before they fell on the other side.

“Boo-yah bitch!” Zeus rose up to sit on the
open window seal and took out the short Mexican who still struggled
to right his bike and wobbled on his feet. He pumped the sawed-off
shotgun and split his wig, exploding brain matter in every
direction. With only one left standing, Sledge shoved the truck
into reverse and T-boned the driver, wincing as the body flung up
the hood. With one hand on the steering wheel and one hanging out
the window, he unloaded an entire clip on the lifeless fuck until a
river of blood slid the body to the ground with a thudding sound.
“That’s for putting the baby in danger, you fuckin’ wetback,” he
growled. Red and blues flashed in the distance, heading in their
direction. “We’ve got to get the fuck out of here. Not that I don’t
doubt our new alliance’s law connections, but there’s only so much
he can do. I highly doubt that this falls under the category of
cover ups.”

“Get this truck to Roads. I’ll call Ironman
and tell him to get some Prospects over for a full clean up,”
Hammer said, clearing the chamber. While he talked on his cell, he
and Zeus loaded all the ammunition and weapons into a duffle bag
after wiping them clean and zipped it. With the weapons soon to be
wanted in a mass murder case, they had no option but to dump the
guns. While most everything they did kept that right and wrong line
blurred, this flat dumped a bottle of white out on the bitch. The
Savages had buyers lined out for all of the hot parts or weapons
after each use. The buyers weren’t thugs off the street or
insurgents waiting to use them against fellow American soldiers.
No. It was to that few special group of police officers and
detectives that needed a tie back to a past case in order to
complete a task in the clear. So many times a street hood with a
bad attitude decided to rape, torture, and ultimately kill a woman
could work the system and spend no longer than six months to a year
behind bars. Some of the cops were straight laced and stuck to the
legal system to the ‘T’, others walked in the grey zone more often
than not and did what was necessary to keep the streets safe. They
couldn’t go out and buy weapons off the street and help aid in more
criminal activity, so they worked with the Savages and turned a
blind eye to the illegal activities that went on. Because most
everything the club did had a purpose and revolved around making
the community safe, even the illegal fight club and happenings was
kept under the radar. Call it what you want, but in the bigger
scheme of things, it was all for the greater good.

“Meet me at the loading zone, I’ve got a
donation.” Sledge didn’t wait for a reply, just powered his phone
down and tossed it in the seat beside him. “As soon as we drop the
truck off, we gotta get back to the clubhouse. This may not be the
only excitement we get tonight.”

“I just got off the phone with Digs. Said the
girls were still in the safe room, snug and tight. The boys are
cleaning up just in case the boys in blue decide to pay a visit.
Damn good thing we have an extra window on hand to replace the
damage. I knew we’d need it after the last little
incident.
”

“They better shut this shit down now so we
ain’t gotta deal with it anymore. I’m getting too fuckin’ old to be
out this fuckin’ late shooting. I’m gonna need a damn laser scope
before too long,” Hammer grumbled. He could bitch and moan all he
wanted, but they all knew he got off on it. If not for Zeus sitting
beside him, he’d have climbed up on the roof and opened fired.
Casualties weren’t something he was savvy on during the heat of the
moment. Like his name insinuated, he swung the hammer and cleaned
up the damage later.

As they made their clean getaway with the
cops well behind in their wake, the guys pulled in to Rhode’s
garage and cut off the engine, opting to take one of his many rides
to check back in at the club.

It was close to daybreak when they’d reached
the ratty ass motel at the edge of a dusty, nasty little shithole
of a town. If their Intel was right, Dominic Reyes was holed up in
a rundown house about five blocks away. The noise and chaos of town
gave them cover to scout the joint out before they went in guns
blazing and balls to the wall. They had to scope out the comings
and goings before they could come up with an ambush. If that meant
sleeping in a hot, ratty, dirty hotel, so be it. However long it
took to save those girls and take the slime ball sons of bitches
out, it was well worth it.

“Slider, you, Rig, Bull, and Axle unload.
Abi, I need you and the girls to get things unpacked and set up.
Get cameras setup at all of the entry points. I want eyes in all
directions.” Tonto handed out the instructions by qualification.
Rig, Bull, and Axle were Savages from the California Nomad chapter
that had moved down temporarily to help take down the Diablos. All
three were some of the meanest motherfuckers with the worst
reputations on the west coast, and an asset to the team. They would
be on recon because of their experience and lack of morals. Most of
the ranks had been tossed out the window aside from the Presidents
calling the shots to avoid any pissing matches. If someone said do
something, they did.

“I’ve got the hardware on the outside.” Yo
Neg grabbed a big black case out of his saddlebag and walked toward
the front of the hotel. One good thing about Mexico was even if
they were seen, no one was stupid enough to question or go sticking
their nose where it didn’t belong. Most everything that happened in
this area was far from legal and the natives were smart enough to
mind their own business if they valued their life.

“Good. Everyone else scout out the area.”
Tonto grabbed a gym bag out of his bike and tossed it to Abi.
“Brought these for you. Get the girls geared up.” She caught it,
smiling at the weight of it. With a nod she slung it over her
shoulder and walked inside.

Heaven, Shady, and Sahara were already
removing the few laptops brought and equipment out of the cases.
They’d laid everything out on the desks and started connecting the
cameras wirelessly for Yo Neg to do his thing. Yo Neg could put
cameras up his grandma’s dress and she’d never know it was there.
He had talent when it came to anything technical, and this trip
would put his mad skills to use.

“Heaven, I need you for a sec,” Shark said
from the doorway. Her little head snapped up, unsure why the hell
he’d chosen her out of the group but didn’t want to argue. Shark
was another one that confused her. He was blond haired, blue eyed
with muscles on top of muscles that made all the girls squirm in
their panties. To be honest, this was the first time he’d directed
conversation solely at her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked…but
all of their conversations had included other people and she’d
never really had his full attention.

“What’s up?” she tried to play it cool. In
the back of her mind was Colt and Gage…the way their body pressed
against hers…the way they pumped in and out of her simultaneously…
Damn, she had to stop this. It’d been weeks since they’d been
together. For all she knew, they’d gotten what they wanted and
moved on. She felt a stab in her chest. She knew she’d already
fallen for Gage, if she had to admit it to herself, and her
feelings were strong for Colt. If she admitted it to herself, then
she’d have to admit it to her heart and that would only lead to it
breaking. So she kept it buried as deep as she could. With that
thought, she squared her shoulders enough her tits poked out and
walked toward him with a little sway in her step. It didn’t go
unnoticed. His head cocked to the side some and a smile tilted his
lips just enough to show that boyish dimple on his left cheek. He
was a little more relaxed than most of the guys…especially the
Savages’ brood. If you saw him on the street, you’d never guess him
to be part of a badass biker gang.

“Come with me.” His little command had the
hair raising on the back of her neck, and not in a bad way. She
nodded and followed him out, needing the distraction. If she could
play it cool, then maybe her heart would be spared. The warm sun
was already shining down in the early morning hours, the warmth a
promise of the blistering dry heat to come. It wasn’t until they
were at the back of the shitty hotel before he stopped. “I need to
boost you up on that ledge right there and have you hook this
camera right there,” he pointed to a torn up piece of roofing. The
shingles were half on, half off, and other rubbish had accumulated
from lack of upkeep. She nodded, not expecting him to bend down and
grab one hand on her crotch and the other at her knee. If they had
a rougher, tougher league of ballet dancers, Shark could have been
one. He lifted her with one hand like she weighed nothing, only
using his other to steady her until she’d reached the dirty
overhang. It was hard to ignore his fingers stretching across her
pussy and she said a silent prayer that the gush of cream he
created didn’t soak through her jeans. Thank God she’d opted to
wear panties today. On most occasions she chose to skip the
undergarment and go commando. “Got it?”