Treat moaned as she turned her head. Fuck she hurt, like everywhere. Slowly she fought to open her eyes. She was on a hard surface, damn, and her shoulder was blazing. What the fuck happened?
“Don’t move,” someone whispered quietly. “I got the bullet out when you were passed out. But it wasn’t clean, they only gave me enough to patch you up.”
“What?” Treat whispered and tried to open her eyes again. “Where the fuck am I?”
“We were taken, remember? You, me, and Buddy,” the voice said.
Treat flinched as she began to remember. Fuck, Trix? Trick? What the hell? Somehow the fact that her past was once again coming back to haunt her seemed to piss her the fuck off. Why the hell couldn’t anything be fucking simple? Shit, Trick was a treacherous whore, and apparently so was her sister. She didn’t care, the chick didn’t mean anything to her, and fucking hell, she was done with feeling guilty about shit. Trick made her own bed, she should never have done what she did. It was suicide and thankfully the guys hadn’t taken the fact she was best friends with the psycho as a reason to kick her ass out. But a year later and she was still causing misery? It was done, Treat was done, this crap was going to stop, and then she was going to be exactly what she was made to be. A Lady Rider.
“Boo?” Treat whispered and finally got her eyes open. “Where is Buddy?”
“That man took him right when we got here,” Boo whispered.
“What about Trixie?” she asked.
“She is here too, they were arguing a few minutes ago, about you. She wants to kill you, and he said not yet,” Boo whispered.
“Well at least I am not voted off the island quite yet,” she moaned and turned, struggling to sit up and trying to get past the pain. Damn, being shot seriously fucking hurt. She had never been shot before.
“Easy,” Boo whispered and then helped her shuffle until she was upright against a wall. Her arm uselessly hanging at her side. She looked down, yeah, it wasn’t too pretty. The bloodstains were all the way down her shirt and it was ripped and showed the jagged hole in her arm. Wow, looked nothing like the movies. Bullet holes weren’t pretty. She fought the urge to giggle.
“Yeah,” Treat said. “Are you okay? How long was I out for?”
“I’m alright. You’ve been out a few hours at least,” Boo said and leaned back as well, resting. “Trixie came to the house, said that Free and Bic were taking Buddy for the day so I could take care of Jilly. She had a bad night, so I didn’t think about it. She told me to grab Buddy and his diaper bag. I did and when I went to the car to put him into a seat, she told me to get in. Said if I fought her she would kill Buddy right then. So I did, poor Buddy, he was tired so he fell back to sleep until she fired the gun, scared the crap out of him. Cried for like a while, but now he is quiet. I am worried about him. Neither of them seemed to care. I know who she is, I heard Bic and the others talking about Trick a while ago?”
“My phone?” she asked.
Boo shook her head. “Trixie took it when she shot you. I don’t have mine either, I left it on the counter.”
“Okay then, we need to figure out where we are,” Treat said.
“That is easy,” Boo laughed. “Not that it will help us too much. We are on the other side of the compound. The bitch totally drove around for a while before she pulled in front of this building, but I know exactly where we are. Two streets over from the front of the gate.”
Hope blossomed, only two blocks? Surely they will have found Lane’s hidey-hole. Fuck, they probably thought Lane had taken them miles away instead of in their own backyard. They owned these buildings, didn’t they have security? Shit, she couldn’t think, everything hurt, she needed to focus, dammit, she wouldn’t do any good if she wasn’t focused. They had her nephew, and there was no way she was going to tell Jilly she had lost him. Her sister had been through too much, and she would be damned if she was the reason she went through more. Because this time, if she let this fucker win, it would be her fault. She needed to be in control.
She looked around, solid concrete walls, no windows, one door. Yeah, they needed to get out of the room so they could escape; the door was probably locked so that meant they had to wait until someone came in. She looked at Boo, the woman fit her name, she was tiny, like pocket size tiny, Treat had never actually looked closely at the woman. She had to shop in the kid’s section of the stores. They called her Boo ‘cause she looked like some cute character in a kid’s movie apparently. One of the club’s kids called her that when they saw her. Treat remembered that story. She had shoulder length black hair, a round face, but huge frickin’ eyes. Hell, she wasn’t going to be much help.
Treat grimaced as she moved. “We need to get them to come in here so we can see out a little. Need to know what we are dealing with here.”
“But…” Boo said, biting her lip.
“We can’t wait, the longer we do the more plans Lane is making to get us out of here. Not gonna work so we need to get out before he decides to move us,” Treat said.
Boo nodded, “Okay.”
“Help me up,” Treat gritted out as she pushed her back against the wall.
There was no Shady to back her up, no Bic. Treat was on her own and she was going to deal with this. Shit, she was a biker bitch, she had been wanting this for a long time, to feel like she had belonged, and finally it was in her reach and these fucks were going to take it away? Um no, they were not.
“I told you,” the little man wheezed after Stone hit him for a second time in the stomach. “I don’t know where he is. He just asked for a few things around town.”
“What did he ask for?” War snapped.
The others were standing by their bikes looking bored. They had finally tracked down the idiot who was Lane’s bookie. The man was a weasel but he also knew his clients. If they could pay or not pay, whatever. He wasn’t stupid.
“He was looking for an empty building down by the shore. One that didn’t have squatters in it, and one that wasn’t on the cops’ radar. You know, a lot of drugs pass through there,” the man whined.
“What did he find?” War snapped.
“Hell, I don’t know, just know he was looking. Also know he is planning on getting out of town, called a few of the guys already up north. They are gonna set him up, he promised them a bunch of scratch in order to get help in place. Something about a chick having a lot of money. He promised everyone something. Fuck still owes me money, if I knew where he was I would be there getting my dough,” the man said.
Bob stepped forward and said, “Treat having a lot of money?”
War and Stone looked over their shoulders and shrugged. Both men looked back at the little man and then said, “Who are his contacts?”
“Man, I don’t know,” the guy whined.
War and Stone let him go and walked back to the group. Kink shifted on his bike and said, “Our warehouses across from the compound. That’s where he is hiding. Didn’t have a chance before all the shit went down to check them out. Perfect place to hide, right under our noses.”
“Let’s go,” Stone said just as his phone rang, so he looked at the screen and answered while everyone paused waiting for him to speak to whoever had called.
“Explain later, Stone, we have to find our woman,” War yelled while he listened to Stone telling whoever was on the phone what was going on.
War couldn’t believe this was happening, what the hell? After all this time, the son-of-a-bitch was on their property somewhere. Stone was filling them in on what information had been dug up by Data and Boony on Chet and that mess. While Stone was on the call, War had gotten the text that set everything in motion. When Stone hung up the phone, he didn’t miss a beat.
“We split up into pairs, take the buildings one by one. Nothing is left unsearched.”
Chapter Seventeen
Treat grinned at Trixie and Lane, yeah she had gotten outta the room, and Boo had gotten put in with Buddy, that was good, at least her nephew and Boo were together.
Someone was actually looking after him while she planned.
Of course, that didn’t mean being tied to a chair in the middle of the huge empty warehouse with two completely wacked out people was conducive to planning. She was looking around at the doors while trying to ignore the fact they were arguing about killing her.
“You said I could deal with her,” Trixie yelled.
“Yeah, and you can, just not kill her. I need her alive for now. We leave in a half an hour so get to it, I am getting out of here,” Lane snapped.
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Trixie argued.
“It is now,” Lane said and looked at Treat with a grin. “Been waiting a long time to introduce myself to you.”
“Oh really?” Treat laughed. “How about you untie my hands so I can shake yours all proper like.”
Lane laughed loudly. “Yeah, funny. Now, we gotta get down to business. I made a deal with this lady so I have to follow through. But when she is done, then you and I are going to get real acquainted.”
“Looking forward to that, Lane. Treat muttered and looked at Trixie who had folded her arms over her chest. “Well, get on with it, say what you are gonna say and do what you are gonna do. But before you start, I gotta tell you. Nothing you do to me is ever going to take away the happiness I felt when your whore of a sister died. She was a treacherous bitch who deserved more than what she got.”
The woman didn’t say anything, but she screamed in anger and began hitting Treat. With each punch, she wanted to laughed, because the roar of cycles could be heard from the distance. They were coming for her.
Bob and Nike heard the scream and they ran. The guys followed quickly. When they reached the door, Stone pushed them to the side and kicked the door hard. They heard the crack of wood coming apart and the yell from inside the building. It had to be Lane, he was screaming at someone to get down.
Stone kicked one more time and the door burst open. They ran into the room and stopped to take in the sight. Treat was bleeding from like everywhere it appeared. Her face already swollen and red, nose obviously broken, and shoulder dipped at a weird angle. But she was standing, albeit tied to a broken chair with a woman’s neck under her boot and a man pointing a gun at her, but they didn’t have a clear shot.
“Do not move,” Lane snapped and Treat growled.
“Really? That is what you are gonna say? Do not move? Fuck you, idiot, you have five badass bikers who just busted into the room, with two stone cold bitches that are now pointing their guns at you. And they can shoot, I have seen them, you are a dead man walking right now,” Treat said.
“No I’m not, they won’t chance you being killed,” Lane snapped and moved closer to her.
“Pussy,” Treat snapped.
“Babe,” Stone said calmly. “Try not to piss off the dude with the gun until we kill him, huh?”
“Shut up,” Lane yelled. “This is all your fault, all of it. It was supposed to be so easy, and then you had to stick your nose in. Nothing has worked out the way it was supposed to, that whore is still alive. This stupid bitch was supposed to kill her but we were pressed for time. Had to do it now or we would miss the opportunity to get out of town, fuckers wanted their money.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Treat snapped. “Fix my broken wing, we all feel so sorry for you. Wow, you missed your opportunity to kill the mother of your child after she took care of your sorry ass for years. Now you are gonna miss the chance to use me for money. Yeah, boo hoo, I am so sorry for you.”
“Babe,” War said in a warning voice.
“What?” Treat snapped. “You know what I’m saying is true. The fucker is a psycho, and this one,” she said as she put more pressure on Trixie’s neck. “This one thinks she can come after the Lady Riders because we extinguished a necessary evil from this world.”
Nike called out, “Treat, what are you talking about?”
“Oh you guys are gonna love this shit.” Treat laughed and Lane looked wildly around, trying to figure out how to get out of the building without getting killed. Both of the guys could see his desperation growing.
While Treat was talking, they moved a small inch at a time, Kink, Rave, Joker, all of them, spreading out, trying to get a clear shot. Damn, seriously was not totally dumb, Treat was blocking his body.
“This bitch,” Treat said, “is Trick’s sister, no shit. She has been in the club for a year to get a shot at me, or Shady I am assuming. Whore, couldn’t just come at us, hell no, she had to play this game with one of the brothers to get in.”
“Bullshit,” Bob snapped. “Trick didn’t have a sister.”
“Yeah,” Treat laughed hollowly. “That is what I thought too, apparently her level of lying knew no bounds. According to this bitch, nothing she ever told us was true.”
“Shut up,” Lane snapped. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Yeah it kinda does, cause when my men kill you, we are gonna kill her, and I gotta give them a reason to do it. We don’t just go around killing people, what kind of club do you think we are?” Treat yelled.
“For the love of God,” Stone yelled. “Stop pissing off the crazy man with a gun.”
“Oh please,” Treat snorted. “He is a pussy, take his ass out so we can finish this. I’m not feeling too good. I need to lay down after I kill this bitch.”
“I have information you need,” Lane yelled loudly. “You don’t want to kill me. I know where Chet is, I know why all this is going on.”
“Really?” War said. “Do tell.”
“Chet went to cover his tracks,” Lane said. “He knows if you find out the truth you will never let it go. He was supposed to be back, he was supposed to help me clean up this mess. I never agreed to this shit. I swear, I only helped him for the money, he promised it would be easy, you know, because she married—”
In the middle of his sentence a shot rang out, startling Treat and the woman as Lane crumbled to the floor beside her. A single shot, right in the middle of his forehead. Shit. When Treat looked back to Stone, War, and the others, they had their backs to her and their guns were now pointed at the two huge gentleman standing in the open doorway, hands held out showing they weren’t going to cause any more problems.
The one on the left spoke and Treat hadn’t a clue what the fuck he was talking about, then again, did it matter because fuck, everything that had happen in her life up to this point probably left this situation in the middle of her list of messed up shit that had happened around or to her.
“We were in the area, looking at some property for our boss when he called. Came as soon as he told us where to go.”
“Who the fuck is your boss?” War asked.
“Marco.” And the gentlemen didn’t miss a beat, they turned and walked out as if having guns on them was an everyday occurrence. Leaving everyone looking after them until Stone shook his head and followed them out.
Treat was pretty sure shit was coming down, she just hoped it wasn’t so thick she couldn’t swim to get out of it.
“Someone want to untie my goddamn hands and tell me what the fuck is going on?” Treat said as she watched Nike turn and head in her direction with a weird expression on her face that was gone as soon as she looked Treat in the eyes.
Bob and Nike grabbed the woman on the ground and pulled her up. Treat followed them into the room where she had been held earlier. The guys were getting Boo and Buddy out of here and since they owned the building, they called the clean up crew to come.
“Babe?” War called out to Treat who was limping, and still bleeding. “Wanna come over here so we can talk and get you checked out. The girls can handle her.”
Treat paused and then glared at both men who were seriously telling her to leave the job half finished. Like they would have, seriously? They needed to have a talk about respecting each other’s positions. She was the fucking VP of this Chapter.
“No,” she growled. “I will deal with this first then you can tell what other bullshit I am gonna have to deal with about
this situation. It doesn’t escape me that you two have been hiding some shit from me.”
Both men actually had enough audacity to grimace and look at each other.
“Yeah, maybe you should be a little worried about that shit,” she muttered and followed the girls into the room.
Bob threw the woman on the floor as Nike closed the door. Treat looked at her friend, something was off about her. When those guys came in, she had been confused. They would deal with that later as well.
“So,” Bob snarled. “You wanna tell us your sad story before we kill your ass?”
Trixie said up glaring at the trio and then said, “Fuck you. It is simple, an eye for an eye.”
Bob snorted. “Bitch, nothing about this is simple.”
Trixie grinned. “You are right, nothing is. Do you seriously think you could get away with killing someone without anyone caring?”
“She told us she was an orphan, didn’t have a family. Then she went completely psycho and we killed her. End of story. Now you, coming back thinking you can avenge something that you have no business avenging. Please. The bitch didn’t even claim you, why the fuck are you so hot and bothered about avenging her death?” Bob laughed.
“You people are serious dumb fucks, do you know that. All that fucking money and you don’t even run checks on people who fucking come into your club. You just believe whatever people say. Have you not learned that no one is what they seem, in this world, everyone has a fucking deal,” Trixie laughed. “You think by killing me this is gonna end? Shit, you are dumber than you look.”
Bob kicked the woman in her stomach and then nodded to Nike who lifted her up and punched her in the face before dropping her back on the ground, and Bob kicked her again. They went back and forth for a while, working the woman over before Treat said.
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