“Listen up, we’ve been threatened. The Blue Diablos have threatened to kill the rest of us, but we’re not going to let that happen. If they come, I want this place cleared out. If they attack the clubhouse, I want them to only destroy a building and replaceable stuff. I want every soul out of here. Hit the road and don’t stop moving until you reach the lake.
“You can come to our clubhouse,” the Crypt Keeper Prez offered. “We’ll give you sanctuary.”
“What about the wounded? They can’t ride,” Mom asked.
“Someone has to drive the truck with them piled in the back. In fact, the wounded should leave now. Take the truck further up into the mountains.”
“Alright, people, let’s get the wounded loaded into the truck!” Mom called. We women were going to do this. We were going to get everyone the fuck out and to safety. That way, the men could take that fucker out and not worry about us.
It took an hour to get everyone loaded and the truck on the road. I was really beginning to think the Blue Diablos were bluffing, but then Crypt Keeper scouts reported seeing them on the road leading to the clubhouse. A mixed group of Keepers and Saints took off on their Harleys to meet them and cut them off. Everyone else prepared to ride after the truck, further into the mountain. Reagen didn’t have her own bike, and Seth wasn’t likely to get back in time to grab her, so she’d be riding with me. I would grab Mom’s bike since she was the one driving the truck. We were some of the last to leave, and by the time we reached Mom’s bike, the Blue Diablos were pulling into the yard. We jumped on the bike and rode out like a bat out of hell, with a Blue Diablos hot on our tail.
“That’s Jacob following us. He’s not going to stop,” Reagen screamed over the roar of the engine.
“Don’t worry, I know these woods like the back of my hand. Just hold on tight. With a little luck, we’ll get him to crash his bike, then the Saints and Keepers will take him out. And if not, we’ll fucking hide until Tony comes. He knows these woods too. He’ll find us.”
I got off the road and followed a hiking trail instead. Jacob was right behind me. I could feel Reagen shaking behind me.
How that motherfucker survived, I had no idea. Part of me was ready to believe in the supernatural.
“Stay calm or you’ll fall off,” I warned. I took a sharp left on the trail, hoping he wouldn’t see it in time and crash into the tree, but he did see it and turned. I kept driving. I cursed myself for going off-road. We were probably now too far from the rest of the Saints and Keepers. If Jacob had a gun, it was all over, and I suspected he did. I had to get us back on the road. Problem was, I was no longer sure where the road was, so we just kept going down the trail.
Every time I looked back, Jacob was right behind me. He was a skilled biker, I had to give him that credit. He rode these trails like a pro. Of course, that was bad for us.
We came off the trail and back on the road, and suddenly there was a row of bikes in front of us, blocking our path. They surrounded my bike quickly. Guns drawn. Jacob got off his bike, came over, and grabbed Reagen by the hair. He pulled her off the bike and threw her to the ground. Someone else grabbed me and threw me to the ground. Our hands were bound behind our backs, we were blindfolded, and gags were stuffed in our mouths.
There was no use in fighting this many men. Our saviors would have to come wherever they took us after we were fucking beat. I would have to find a way to be strong.
I would have to remember all these fuckers would be sorry because Seth and Tony wouldn’t just execute on sight. They would die a slow death for taking the wrong bitches.
I was placed on a bike and we were taken down the road. There hadn’t been time to scream, it had all happened so fast. I heard the pop pop of guns as they blasted their way through with us as their captives.
I was kicking myself. What a fool. I had made one wrong move, and now Reagen and I might both die because of it. I just prayed the majority of the club had gotten out of range of the gun fight. If they lived, then there was a chance for revenge. Where the hell was Tony and Seth when we needed them?
Hopefully, they would soon realize it was all a diversion and come for us.
The popping sounds stopped and we were racing down the highway, getting further and further from our club’s territory.
We were hauled inside some property I didn't know, and I made not a sound as they started beating us, kicking us, and tearing our clothes.
Reagen was crying and I remained silent. I waited for the right moment to act. I knew she was terrified, that this could ruin her, but I couldn't comfort her if this was going to fucking work. I needed to not piss the wrong one off at the wrong time. I needed to survive long enough to save not just myself but Reagen and her unborn child.
I'd never forgive myself if this undead asshole got what he wanted.
Finally, as Reagen curled up in the corner, her belly in her hands in a protective cradle, we were left alone with Jacob.
He spit on us before saying anything, and all I did
