Page 11 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
“No. I’m actually the only one they’re not following’ right now, thank fuck,” she said.
“Good,” I said as my coffee was set down. “Now, tell me what you know.”
“I don’t know anything other than what I’ve already told you,” she said.
“See, now that time you were lying,” I said. “Why?”
“I’m serious. I don’t know nothing’,” she said.
“Calista, I’m only going to ask you this one last time. You need to go back with a wad of cash tonight, right?” I asked.
“I’ll get into trouble otherwise,” she said.
That’s when I realized why she had been beaten.
The last time we were together, I hadn’t paid her anything to do it.
“Shit,” I said, whispering.
“You gonna send me back empty-handed to get beat again if I don’t tell you anything?” she asked.
“Calista, why didn’t you fucking tell me they were doing that?” I asked.
“Because they weren’t. At least not to me, with my husband who he is. But this last time… he allowed it.”
“Why?” I asked.
And even though she shrugged, I knew why. It was because they’d beaten the shit out of everyone else and hadn’t found the mole yet. It was because doubt was starting to be planted into that man’s head, so he was now turning his disgusting sights onto his own wife. They were plodding through the crew faster than I thought, and the one question that came to mind I was actually scared to ask.
“Calista… are they killing people?” I asked.
The tears that welled in her eyes were all the confirmation I needed.
I reached over and took her hand, and for a split second, I thought she was going to pull away and smack me. After being cold to her like I had been when I first walked in, I expected her to pull away and storm out. But all she did was grip my hands tightly while a lonely tear streamed down her face.
“Two double cheeseburgers with onion, pickles, and bacon with a side of fries,” the waitress said.
“You got ketchup and mustard?” Calista asked.
“Comin’ right up. Be right back,” the waitress said.
“Thanks for the food,” she said.
“Calista,” I said, “the more information you can give me, the quicker I can get you out of this.”
“You ain’t doing’ this for me, so cut the shit. You’re doing’ this to protect your own fucking club,” she said.
“And what did I promise you in return?” I asked.
“Not to be beaten to a bloody pulp, that’s for sure.”
“Calista… what do you know?”
She pulled her hands from me, and I sighed. I watched her lean back while the waitress placed her condiments in front of her, but she didn’t move to touch them. I could tell she was in her own thoughts, trying to weigh the pros and cons of the situation. I could tell she was nervous, shaking from the pain she was in. She kept looking out the window, almost like she was expecting someone-- or something-- to come riding up any second.
And that’s when I realized what she was doing.
She was looking over the Saints’ trade routes, just like I’d done earlier that afternoon.
“You know,” I said.
“About what?”
“The DEA and what they’re doing.”
She froze, and I locked my eyes with her hard.
“I’ve got an entire family I’m looking out for here, and up until now, I’ve trusted you wholly. Don’t give me a reason to start not trusting you.”
I didn’t wanna frighten her like I just had, but it seemed the only way I could get her to talk to me tonight.
“I know we got busted, but our lawyer got us out. Cost us a pretty penny to do it, too. They had to run several last-minute shipments just to recoup the money. And because of those last-minute shipments, it drew the DEA here. I don’t think they suspect anyone around here, and I don’t think they’re aware of the routes they’re traveling, but they’re close. Too close for my husband’s comfort.”
“What else, Calista?” I asked.
“I know the core group’s questioning everyone as to where the truck with the drugs came from. They’re killing people, making examples out of them to try and… and…”
Her lip was quivering, and I slid out of my seat. I slid beside her and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her into me while she trembled. I could feel how weak her body was while her tears stained my white shirt, and at that moment all I could think to do was place a kiss on the top of her head.
“I know you’re scared of someone following you, so I’ll make it look like I’m getting my money’s worth while we’re here, okay?” I asked.
“Okay,” she said, whispering.
“We’re gonna talk like this, and every once in a while I’m gonna caress or kiss you. Then, after I pay, I’m gonna slip into the bathroom. You join me, we’ll hang out for a while, then you leave with a wad of cash. Got it?”
“Got it,” she said breathlessly.
“Okay,” I said before I kissed the top of her head again. “They’re making examples outta people, right?”
“Yeah,” she said, sniffling. “And at first, my husband said ‘hands off’ to me. But they’ve gone through everyone. Killed five or six people, at least. The last person is me, and they let my husband beat the shit out of me.”
“They let him?” I asked.
“Trust me. What you see is mild compared to what they’ve done to some of the women,” she said. “He went easy on me, then sat me down and looked me in my eye. I had to lie to him. I had to keep all of my facades from crumbling at that very moment. I think he bought it… but I’m honestly not sure. It’s why I keep looking out the window, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for something like that,” I said as my fingertips ran up underneath her shirt. “Never be sorry for protecting yourself.”
“They haven’t figured out where the
truck came from because no one saw anything. Just an empty truck with drugs in it sitting there in front of the main house.”
“But…?” I asked.
“They started to suspect it’s you guys,” she said, whispering.
And there it was. The fear that Mac had was warranted.
“Have they started any plans to come after us?” I asked.
“No. Right now, it’s just a theory spinning around in my husband’s head. The only reason I know about it is because he was mumbling to himself while I was laying on the floor after he beat me. I think he thought I was unconscious.”
My grip on her tightened, and she yelped into my chest.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Look, I don’t know if it’s good for us to be hooking up like this anymore,” she said.
“I know you’re scared, and if that’s how you feel, then that’s fine,” I said.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Did you have anything to do with the setup of the truck?”
I looked down at her just as she looked up at me. Even with her swollen eye, they were as big as saucers. I caressed my fingertips up her back before I slid my hand down to her ass, rounding it with my hand and scooting her closer to me. She threaded her arm around my waist while our food continued to sit there, and I shook my head while I looked directly into her eyes and lied.
“No,” I said. “I’m just the messenger boy.”
But I could see that creeping stare… that small little glint in her eye that was holding out hope that I’d treat her just right tonight.
I slid my body away from hers and pulled out my wallet. I threw a twenty onto the table before I got up, nodding at her as I headed towards the bathrooms. I slid into the men’s bathroom and kept the door unlocked, waiting for her to make her leave and come in. Raking my hands through my hair, I digested the information she’s just given me. It confirmed everything in the DEA file I’d found last night, which meant I really needed to sit down and talk with Mac. We needed to figure out what our next move was so we could keep everyone safe.
I wasn’t ready to have a repeat of what happened six years ago.
