Highway to Heaven (8 page)

With a grunt, she flipped off the faucet and
stepped out, grabbing the dingy, yet clean because it reeked of
bleach, towel and dried off. It was thin and threadbare and did
little to get the moisture off, but it was better than nothing. She
grabbed her clothes off the sink, wrinkling her nose at putting
dirty clothes on, but tramping naked to the room that had her bag
in it wasn’t an option. So, she tossed her panties in the corner
and opted to go commando instead of wearing the cream coated lace
from the night before. She didn’t need a reminder the rest of the
day of what’d gone down and how he’d acted. Right now, all of the
guys were on her shit list and her only focus was going to be on
those monitors and getting the girls back—or so she told
herself.

*****

Rose tucked Harley in her bassinet and turned
to Chevy. “This shit needs to end, Chev. I’m getting really tired
of sitting back and allowing them to violate my home and my family.
Hell, Sledge is still at the E.R. getting seen for the blow he took
from that fuckin’ crow bar.”

“Yeah, Roads is back with the boys. None of
‘em are happy, that’s for sure. For now, you and this little
princess can bunker down here until the shit storm passes.”

Rose sighed. “I just hate that even with both
clubs, resources are spread thin. Abi and Shady aren’t the only
badasses around here.”

“No…they aren’t. Have you heard talk about
the Lady Riders?”

“What, the chick club the Ops girls were
talking about starting up?” Her interest peeked. If she could do
something besides sit around and wait for the next attack shit
would be different. They’d have never gotten close to the clubhouse
let alone ambush like they did last night. The motherfuckers would
already be dead in a ditch somewhere.

“Yeah. Shady gave me the rundown. Instead of
keeping the Ops and Savages totally split, the Lady Riders will be
a mix of both Ops and Savages, thus sealing the bond even tighter.”
Chevy grinned. They all worried about what would happen after the
dust had settled. Tonto and Fork may be brothers, but it was
inevitable the two would find something else to tussle about, and
it would reflect on the alliance. This way, sibling rivalry stayed
just that—between the siblings.

“Damn, that’s genius. Sign me up. Hell, I
know a lot of the girls will be interested. I suggest we keep the
rats out of it, and back on their knees taking care of the guys
while we go kick ass though.” Rose thought about her words and
stuttered. “N-not all the guys. The single ones. Little cunts get
within five feet of my guys and they’ll be the first to dispose
of,” she laughed.

Chevy giggled. “I know what you meant. And
yeah, only the girls in our circle join up. But you know, if you
don’t get those wild child sisters of yours some sort of structure,
they’re gonna end up in jail or knocked up.”

Rose let out a deep huff. “Yeah. Lacey’s
already fuckin’ Sledge. Definitely don’t want them joining the rat
force.”

“What! Are you sure?” Chevy exclaimed.

“No, but I’m guessing her ratted hair and
half torn shirt wasn’t from a bad nightmare last night. Sledge’s
gonna get his ass handed to him as soon as I get a chance. He
should know better, dammit.”

“Hey, they’re both of age and you know what
that means. They are fresh meat in a steakhouse, babe. Sisters
don’t get the same sort of hands off as kids or ol’ ladies. Get
them on a bike and let’s get them patched up. If they have
something to do besides spread their legs and party, it’ll settle
‘em down.” Chevy knew a little more than Rose did about her
sisters’ wild ways. Heaven had come to her on many occasions to
help rein the little shits in and hide it from the then extremely
pregnant Rose. Now, Rose wouldn’t be tied to the bed and was sure
to freak the fuck out when she got a look at how uncontrollable
they’d become.

“Maybe so. I guess them being in this life is
inevitable and the best option. At least they’ll be looked after.
Hell, it isn’t like mom gives a shit. She’s still begging to come
to one of the parties. Thank God Tonto knows how mortified I’d be
and keeps her at bay. Even for her age, the guys still howl like
wolves when she comes to visit.” Rose’s eyebrows drew together. She
hated that her mom was the way she was, but at least she’d started
being a mom.

“Hell, I know. If Ironman thought it wouldn’t
cause ripples, he’d have jumped her a long time ago. Chief has to
threaten ‘em all before she arrives. So, you in?”

“In?” Rose asked, sidetracked from their
detoured conversation.

“Yeah, in,” Chevy laughed. “The Lady Riders.”
Rose’s eyes went wide and she grinned.

“Oh hell yeah. It’s time people realized the
Savages and Ops chicks were badass and didn’t fuck around.” She
laughed. “It’ll be funny watching Tonto and Sandman when I hand
Harley off to them for the night while we go ride. Give them a
taste of her late night crankiness.” Both men surprisingly helped
out a lot with the baby and took care of Rose, but never had they
had her by themselves for over a day, let alone a week or two. Not
that Rose could be away from her very long—but the idea was
something to laugh at.

“God, it’d take both damn clubs called in as
reinforcements to take care of her,” Chevy laughed. About that
time, Harley woke for her bottle. Rose smiled and went to her,
overly glad that nothing had happened to her when the Diablos
attacked. Her baby was safe…and apparently a danger alarm to
boot.

“Yeah. She’s gonna be hell on wheels, that’s
for sure.”

Later that afternoon, the girls, and all the
ol’ ladies who had their own homes, were shuttled to the clubhouse
for security measures. Raven—who now went by Rave since the arrival
of the Ops and their member Raven who was a man—and her ol’ man,
Chief, had managed to dispose of three Diablos the night before
when they attempted yet another attack and busted in the front
door. Little did they expect to find Rave waiting with a .410
pointed straight at the first gunman’s head. She’d pulled the
trigger and split the bastard’s wig in two. The following two
assailants tried to get retaliation despite being covered in their
friend’s brain matter and bone, but ended up falling onto the body
of attacker number
uno
when Chief nailed them both with a
.45 straight between the eyes. With their walls now covered in
blood and brains, she was a little more excited about the temporary
move. Of course, the guys had been called to do a thorough clean up
and made the bodies disappear before the cops came out to
investigate the overheard gunshots, but left empty handed.

With the clubhouse overflowing and the
outside cabins at max capacity, there were enough members around to
keep their security airtight. “Not even the cockroaches that climb
out of their disgusting pockets can get close now. My ol’ lady has
enough firepower stashed around to take on the Army. Chev went
shopping over at Jacks. You know the shit he smuggles in.” Chief
grinned, still boasting over the shot Chevy had made when the
fuckers broke in their house. “She’ll split wigs and spit on their
bodies.”

Zeus, the big brawny bastard, who had a bald
head, broad shoulders, and enough tats to fund the local tattoo
artist with a new house, laughed. The scar that ran up the side of
his head he’d gotten from a hatchet in a bad brawl only added to
his lethal appearance. He was as rough and tough looking as they
came, but underneath had a sense of humor and was as soft as the
center of a tootsie pop. When it came to the girls, he’d plow over
the priest to keep them safe. The few hours they’d been at the
club, he’d been on them like flies on shit. He knew where each of
the girls were at all times and had literally been kicked out of
the bathroom more than once. His response, “I don’t care if you are
popping a squat to take a leak or droppin’ a deuce. Ain’t no one
gonna catch you with your pants down on my watch.” Sweet, but a bit
over the top. The girls took it with a grain of salt and laughed,
giving their appreciation with a giggle.

The Ops had offered some of their other
chapters as assistance while the group was gone to Mexico. With
Nomads from both clubs all housed in the area until Reyes was taken
out, there wasn’t much even a mob of Diablos could do now. “Give me
that baby. You need to go take a hot bath and relax,
mamacita
.” Charro, one of the Nomads for the Savages who
obviously was of Mexican heritage, but only half, with his mother
being a full blooded Cherokee Indian, cooed. Charro wore a black
Stetson cowboy hat and big shiny belt buckle with his jeans and
boots instead of the norm rocker look. Many had made the mistake of
misjudging him and fell prey to the hatchet through their skull. He
might have the name, but he embraced his inner Indian. He’d been
caught with a few negative comments since the Diablos had walked in
the picture, but they hadn’t
walked
away.

Rose looked at him in shock and shook her
head. He reeked of danger…and despite the sweet offer of wanting
her to entrust her daughter in his care? No way. “That’s very
sweet, but I—”

“You are going to take a bath. I have six
brothers and sisters, and all but one is older than me. I’ve
changed diapers and made bottles most of my life. Now, get your ass
upstairs. You look like hell.” Charro didn’t wait for an answer. He
reached over and took Harley out of her arms, his face suddenly
softening the moment he looked at her. “Hey, beautiful,” he hummed.
That deep voice had become soothing and calming. Harley watched him
carefully, her little bright eyes intoxicated with him. Rose stood
in awe. She watched them, transfixed until he turned back to
her.

“Mommy needs to go get her ass in the tub
before I call Prez and tell him to punish her when he gets home,”
he said in an uncharacteristically sweet coo. If not for the
intensity in his eyes, she’d have laughed it off. With a huff, she
turned and walked off, still in shock. Well, there was no doubts
left about Harley being looked after properly. She smiled all the
way up the stairs at the thought.

Gage stormed to his bike, relieved to get the
hell away for some time to think. They’d found an abandon building
not two blocks away from where the girls were being held captive
and he’d volunteered to go in and set up base while the others were
on lookout and manning the cameras. With a little more effort than
necessary, he kicked the bike to life and roared down the dusty
road without looking back. Dammit! Why the fuck did she have to
look so hurt when he’d confronted her? And how was he too stupid to
see that he’d hurt her before she fucked Raven? Life wasn’t
supposed to have these complications. They rode. They drank. They
fucked. And when shit got hot, they fought. There wasn’t room for
emotional bullshit. Yet, jealousy ran so thick he saw green. Is
that how she’d felt when she walked in with him balls deep in that
tramp? Hell, he hadn’t even been interested in the bitch. Colt had
been going on and on about nailing her so he was just along for the
damn ride. Maybe it was time they parted ways. Colt obviously
didn’t think of Heaven the way he did, and he sure in the fuck
didn’t see Sahara the way Colt did. To him, she was a trampy
stripper who’d been beat out one too many times and was a last
resort kind of fuck. Heaven—she was different. The little hell cat
wasn’t innocent by any means of the word. She’d had her fun at the
parties, but instead of taking any cock shoved at her, she’d fucked
who she wanted, how she wanted.

The sweat ran down his back, making him
sticky and feeling dirtier than he already was in the dusty dry
heat. “Fuck,” he grumbled under the roar of his bike. Between the
heat and his thoughts, he prayed he’d see Reyes himself and get a
chance to beat the son-of-a-bitch to death. He needed a fight, and
focused his energy to the time they’d get the chance. Oh, yeah.
Those motherfuckers were gonna wish they were never born. Never
fuck with a kid. More importantly, never fuck with a Savage
kid.

*****

Heaven walked in to the room three doors down
from hers and stared in awe. Computer monitors and laptops with
cords and devices attached spread out through the entire place. The
beds had been removed and all of the desks out of the other rooms
had been brought in and a control center complex enough to run NASA
had been set up. With the military background a lot of the Savages
and Ops had, their Intel capabilities were above impressive. The
government couldn’t hold a candle to this group. “Hey. Please tell
me this isn’t a Dungeons and Dragons tournament I’m walking into
because I’ve never been a computer game geek.”

“It looks like something you’d see in a forty
something fat ass’s room in the basement of his momma’s house,
huh?” Shady laughed.

“Yeah, but I’m thinking these guys can hack
into the pentagon if they wanted to,” Abi added.

“Thinking? Shit girl, we
have
,”
Slider, one of the Ops, laughed. Fork cleared his throat and he
shut up but the comment didn’t go unnoticed. The girls all shared a
glance and their eyes went wide.

“You think you can hack into my bank account?
It could use a little love,” Heaven laughed.

“Why?” a familiar voice said through the
doorway. She turned and her face turned red. Shark’s eyebrow was
arched and he held an expression she couldn’t tell was anger or
protective.

“I’m just tired of barely getting by, that’s
all,” she said quietly. The room went silent—all of the other
conversations coming to a halt.

“Don’t the Savages take care of you?” Okay,
so it was a mix of both. He took a few steps toward her, shooting a
dirty look to Tonto who stood in the corner. He, of course, turned
and stared at her, waiting for her answer.

She felt her throat constrict. “Of course. I
have food, a roof. I’m just saying it’d be nice to have money to
spend, that’s all.” Heaven waved her hand to dismiss the subject,
but Shark wouldn’t let it lie.