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“The only way you’re getting away with this is because we have nothing on you. You know that right?” she asked.
“And you’ll never find anything on me. I was a joyrider. A fun little wannabe that was looking for some action after losing my father. Nothing else.”
“Sorry for your loss,” she said.
“No, you’re not. Get to the warehouse. I’m serious. I’ll text you the address.” I said.
I hung up the phone and tossed it to the side before I threw myself at Hawk. He caught my naked body in his arms as I straddled his lap, soaking up his warmth one last time in case something happened.
In case something when terribly wrong tonight.
“Now?” he asked, chuckling.
“Shut up, dick. Just be safe. Emery needs her father, and I need you,” I said.
“I love you, too, Syd. I always have.”
I kissed him one last time, memorizing the way his body felt solid against mine. I could feel him shaking, being pulled between two lives as his hands roamed my naked back. He laid me back down into the bed, covering my body with the comforter before he placed one last kiss on my forehead. I could tell he didn’t want to make love to me. Not like this. I knew he was scared and I knew he wanted to call Emery. I lost myself in his eyes one last time before he stood up and headed for the door, and everything within me wanted to reach out and beg him to stay.
He turned around and looked back at me one last time, the worry dripping from his eyes unabashedly as an icy chill ran up my spine. Tears dripped down my cheeks as he turned and headed down the hallway, and I curled up into the blanket as I listened to him pad around downstairs.
I knew he was going to protect his family one way or another. No matter what had to happen, I knew he was going to finish this tonight. He was determined to get the DEA off my back, and he was determined to save the reputation of The Road Rebels. In that very moment, during our silent goodbye, before he left to go downstairs, there had been a silent agreement we’d both settled upon.
He’d finally accepted that whatever life I chose for Emery, he would stand beside.
But the moment I heard his shotgun cock, the blood rushed to my toes. I hopped out of bed and grabbed his bathrobe, slinging it around my body as the front door shut with a thud. I screamed for him. Shrieked for him to come back. The only other time I’d ever heard him cock a gun was that night.
The night we were both robbed of the only parents we ever knew.
“Hawk! No! Stop!”
I raced downstairs and ripped the door open as I saw him speeding off on his bike. Tears poured down my cheeks as I yelled for him, cupping my hands around my lips as I tried to get him to come back. They could do this without him. He could protect them from here. But we needed him. Emery needed him.
I needed him.
I watched as his bike receded into the darkness, my fear taking me to my knees as tears ran down my cheeks.
The sparkling gunmetal of the shotgun attached to his back mocked me from its growing distance as my stomach felt sick.
Deep in my bones, something told me he wasn’t coming back, and the thought was absolutely petrifying.
Chapter 17
Hawk
We had worked it out with our suppliers to make two shipments. The shipment arriving at the warehouse was low-quality shit that could not be traced back to our supplier. It wouldn’t matter if it ended up in the DEA’s hands. While we had the DEA’s attention, our real shipment was happening at another warehouse across town that Snake was overseeing.
I got to the warehouse and hid my bike in the abandoned building next to it where everyone else had parked. I switched out my coat and slid into a Devil Saints leather cut, gagging while I did so. The club had stolen some of their cuts years ago after the shootout had happened.
I knew this plan was going to work, but the thought of wearing something that could’ve been potentially on the back of who killed my father was sickening. I left my shotgun at my bike, having it just in case I needed it, then I headed for the main warehouse.
The delivery trucks were arriving now, and I knew we had to unload them quickly so they could leave. Our trucks would then be used for transport. One would stay here at the warehouse, and the other would be headed for the Saints’ compound.
The trucks we had were identical. We had to pay a great deal of money out of pocket in order to secure this operation, but as we began loading up the identical trucks, I could feel us getting one step closer to freedom.
Fox had agreed to drive the truck all the way up to the compound, but it took some convincing for Mac. He wanted to be the one to do it, not someone below him. He felt the President of the gang should be the one to take the most risk in this operation, but Fox wasn’t having it. Fox was the one that knew the most about driving trucks, but he was also the thinnest, which made him light on his feet and hard to catch.
“Did you park your bike up on the hill like we talked about?” Mac asked him.
“Yep,” Fox said. “I drive, I park, I slide out into the darkness, and I round up the side of the mountain to get to you guys.”
“And if we aren’t there?” Mac asked.
“Get the fuck outta dodge,” Fox said.
Those of us who were wearing the Devil Saints jackets were loading up one truck with the low-quality drugs, then those who were simply wearing nothing but orange vests and work clothes would be loading up another truck. Just in case this went south, we needed to make sure there were enough get-ups on camera to make it look like this was strictly a Saints operation. We wanted the DEA to believe that the saints owned this compound. The trucks and the workers. If there were too many people wearing Saints’ jackets, then it would look too conspicuous. It had to look like a legit operation.
I came out of the shadows and started loading the drugs in the auto part crates onto the truck before we shut the door, then I banged on the side of the truck in order to get Fox moving. I watched him in my sunglasses as he drove off, making sure he got away from the warehouse all right with the big rig before I started back for the shadows. The people dressed in orange vests still weren’t quite done loading up the truck that would stay here, and I knew the DEA agents would be here pretty soon.
We all had to make sure we were cleared out by then. Otherwise, we risked getting caught.
I walked back into the shadows and switched out the Devil Saints leather cut for an orange vest and hat. Those of us who stayed behind finished loading the other truck with the auto part crates with the low-quality shit. Having a truck here with the drugs would set off the DEA agents we knew would be arriving soon. They’d pull up footage of the warehouse and see us all in Devil Saints cuts, and that would lead them right to their doorstep.
The perfect plan if we could all get out of here without being seen.
We all dodged the cameras before making our way back to our bikes in the abandoned warehouse. We cranked ourselves up and took the backroads all the way to the Devil Saints compound, making sure to stay out of sight while we made sure Fox got there safely. We stayed with the truck, making sure nothing would happen to it while
it was on the highway, and the moment we hit the main drag that took us right into the heart of their territory, we diverted.
We wound ourselves up a massive red clay mountain that perched us right over their compound. We cut off our bikes and watched the truck pull right up to their main lodge, and I smirked as we prepared for the show. Any minute now that DEA agent would be pulling up to the warehouse, and I couldn’t wait to watch these assholes go down in flames.
If we were lucky, a firefight would ensue, and we could watch their blood spill like they spilled ours all those years ago.
“Hey shitheads,” Snake said as he rolled up.
“Get our shipment handled?” I asked.
“Yup, we are all set on our end. Truck is gone, and all of the drugs are hidden in our mechanic shop.”
“Good,” Mac said.
“As I was riding over here, I saw a black sedan headed in the direction of our warehouse.”
“Then it shouldn’t be long now,” Mac said. “All our guys out of there?” he asked turning towards Talon.
“Yep. Made sure of it. Left behind a Devil Saints cut, too. Just in case they needed more proof,” Talon said.
“Fucking perfect,” Snake said, chuckling.
We all sat there as the sirens started whirring way off in the distance. I started getting anxious, wondering if this was going to go down as planned. We all sat on our bikes as a few of the Devil Saints came riding up, scoping out the truck that was just sitting there without a driver.
That’s when we heard Fox huffing himself up the hill, sweat pouring down his face as he dragged his bike out of the shadows.
“I was wonderin’ where you’d put that thing,” I said as he pulled up beside me.
“Figured crankin’ up my bike would’ve given me away. Damn this mountain’s tall,” Fox said.
