Fallen Lords MC: Books 7-9

by Winter Travers

  Del and Tray both turned to me, intrigued I had opened my mouth.

  Jenkins, on the other hand, glared at me so hard I thought he was going to jump across the table and strangle me right there.

  Though if he did, I wouldn’t fetch as much money when he tried to sell me.

  Such a dilemma for him, though this might work in my favor.

  Del and Tray were scum of the Earth for buying and selling women, but it seemed like they might be more decent that Jenkins. It isn't a lot seeing as Jenkins was a piece of shit, but they seemed like an improvement.

  “Shut your trap,” Jenkins growled.

  I blinked slowly and tried to measure my next words carefully. “So sorry.”

  Yep, I apologized to the asshole, but if he kept coming at me while I was being nice, Del and Tray might side with me if it came down to it.

  A smile spread slowly across Del’s lips. “I think we could work with this one.”

  Tray agreed. “Definitely. She’s got a good face and body. Plus, if she knows to shut her mouth and hit her knees, she’ll bring in a good cashflow.”

  I studied Tray’s face, and another wave of familiarity washed over me. Who were these guys, and why did it seem like I knew who they were? They had to have been from my life before moving into with the Fallen Lords because I honestly didn’t meet many people living in the clubhouse. Since all of the guys hooked up pretty quickly after I moved in, there weren’t many parties with random people in and out of the clubhouse.

  When I lived in the River Valley clubhouse, it was the exact opposite. People in and out of the clubhouse at all hours, and most people didn’t know each other, let alone names. They had to be from then.

  While Del was tall and thin with the scar on his face, Tray was shorter, around my height, had a pot belly, and his long, greasy hair was pulled back at his nape. But at least there wasn’t a putrid smell coming from him.

  “How much do you think she’s worth?” Jenkins asked.

  I clamped my mouth shut and fought the urge to talk. Sitting back and listening was my best bet right now. I needed to learn as much as I could about my new possible future. The feeling that I would be in better hands with Del and Tray was disturbing. Being sold to random men was better than staying with my brother. How fucked up was that?

  Tray quirked his lips and turned his head to the side. “We’ll probably give you ten for her.”

  “What?” Jenkins spat. “I could make five times that if I chopped her up and sold her organs.”

  Del looked at him dead in the face. “Awfully bloody and much more risky. You said you have at least eight more just like her so that’s another eighty grand if what you say is true.”

  “Think smart, Jenkins,” Tray added.

  “And if I chopped them all up I could make eight hundred thousand,” Jenkins growled.

  I did the math in my head. More like four hundred thousand. Math never was Jenkins strong suit growing up.

  “You’d never make that much because, while selling the organs might give you that much, you’d have a lot higher costs. You’re not going to be able to take the organs out. You’ll have to hire someone to do that, and I doubt they’ll only charge you minimum wage.” Tray leaned forward. “Trust us. We also travel down that path, too, and know it is a costly one.”

  That made me slightly more terrified of Tray and Del. They seemed to have their hands in all sorts of fucked up things.

  “Fifteen,” Jenkins countered. “You’ll make back that ten grand in ten days. She’s worth at least a grand a day, if not more.”

  He talked as if I should be flattered that I would make that much money in a day. How were this asshole and I related?

  “Twelve.” Del leaned forward and laid his hand on the table. “And if you bring more just like her or better, we’ll make it fifteen for the rest.”

  An enticing offer.

  Shit.

  “Fifteen for her and then sixteen for the rest,” Jenkins suggested.

  Tray shoved back his chair. “No, we’re done here.”

  “Wait!” Jenkins shouted. He had pushed Del and Tray too far. Idiot. He was a shit negotiator who didn’t know when to stop. “Fourteen for her and then fifteen for the next eight.”

  Now, Del stood.

  Uh oh. Jenkins was in trouble if he had just pissed these guys off.

  “Fine!” Jenkins screamed. “Twelve for her and then fifteen for the rest.”

  Del stuck his hands in his pockets. “Ten for her and fifteen for the rest.”

  Jenkins just lost two grand for me because he was a greedy bastard.

  Jenkins sputtered. “What… You just… That’s not....”

  This was the first time I had seen Jenkins at a loss for words. He always tended to know what to say. It was nice to see the soulless bastard on the losing end again.

  “Ten for her and fifteen for the rest as long as they are as good as her. Take it or fucking leave it,” Del bit off.

  I wanted to go with Del and Tray. I wanted Jenkins to take the offer.

  Del and Tray seemed like people I could work with. I could maybe make a deal with them that would be more lucrative than selling me.

  Maybe.

  My odds were better with them.

  Tray eyed Jenkins. “We also want proof of the eight before we take her. I’m not taking her for ten and then you fucking ghost us on the rest. You don’t come through, then we only give you five for her. We’ve dealt with people who think they can spit some bullshit at us and not deliver when it comes down to it.”

  Well, shit. That might put a kink in Jenkins’ plans. I had no idea where he was going to get—. I felt the blood drain from my face, and a chill ran through my body.

  He was going to kidnap the rest of the girls.

  He was going to take the rest of the Fallen Lords ol’ ladies.

  I didn’t think he would be successful, but I also saw the armory he had sitting on the table in the corner. He could do some damage with it before the Lords finally took him down.

  That also meant I was stuck with Jenkins until he got proof of the other girls. I still had no idea where the hell I was, but I knew we weren’t close to Weston.

  “How long do I have to get you proof? I’m going to have to travel to them.”

  Del shrugged. “I think a week is plenty of time.”

  Seven more days in this hell? Son of a bitch. Every minute with Jenkins was one I wasn’t sure I would survive.

  Jenkins snarled. “One week. I give you proof that I have eight more and then you give me twelve for her.”

  A slick smile spread across Tray’s lips. “Twelve for her if you get the proof in five days. Ten if it takes you seven days.”

  “Deal.” Jenkins stood and held out his hand to Del. “I’ll get you proof in five days.”

  Tray shook his hand. “I knew we could come to an agreement, Jenkins.”

  “We’ll be back in five days.” Del shook Jenkins hand next.

  Fifteen minutes later, Jenkins was gone to take Tray and Del to the airport, and I was alone with Susie again.

  “That went really well,” Susie sang.

  I glared at her. I wasn’t going to fall for her fake bitch shit. I wasn’t going to talk to her anymore. I had other things to worry about.

  Susie sat down at the table and folded her hands in front of her. “So you’re not going to talk to me anymore?”

  I stared over her shoulder and didn’t speak.

  My silence infuriated her.

  “You’re a dumb bitch, Cora.” She leaned in. “One who's going to be a whore in five days.” She cackled loudly and slapped her hand on the table. “And I’m going to be laughing the whole way to the bank with each one of you dumb sluts we sell.”

  My vision blurred with rage, and I clamped my mouth shut. She wasn’t going to get another word out of me. I was done playing nice with her, hoping she wasn’t as bad as Jenkins. I was wrong.

  I was here for at least five more days.
r />   Five more days before I was sold.

  I closed my eyes and tried to muster up some hope. This wasn’t how I expected today to go.

  Jenkins was going to go after the rest of the girls. He thought he was so invincible that he could take any of the Fallen Lords ol’ ladies easily.

  I had to do something, and I had to do it quick.

  *

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brinks

  My eyes were glued to the phone in the middle of the table.

  “We gave him five days to get proof of eight more girls.”

  My blood boiled, and I clenched my fists.

  I didn’t need to look at any of my brothers. They all knew which eight girls Jenkins was promising to be able to sell to Del and Tray.

  “Did he say where he was going to get the girls?” Leo asked.

  The phone crackled as Del spoke. “He didn’t say where, but he said they would be as good as Cora, if not better.”

  Jenkins was the scum of the Earth. The only girls he knew who were as good as Cora were my brother’s ol’ ladies.

  “Cora seemed to be in good shape?” Wrecker asked.

  “As good as could be,” Del replied.

  That wasn’t the best answer, but at least he didn’t say she was beaten to a pulp or anything.

  “And he didn’t have a clue about what you guys were up to?” Oakley asked.

  “Guy only has his eye on how much money he’ll be getting. I didn’t get any sense that he was worried we weren’t on the up and up.”

  Human traffickers on the up and up. If that wasn’t an oxymoron.

  Leo ended the call with the promise he would be in touch soon with Del and Tray.

  My eyes were still glued to the phone on the table.

  Wrecker was the first to speak. “Jenkins is headed back here.”

  “And he thinks he is going to take our women.” Pipe’s voice was low and laced with anger.

  “That’s what he thinks, but it isn’t going to fucking happen,” Nickel spat.

  “I’m heading to Cora.” Del had told us where Jenkins was hiding. He was on the middle of nowhere in a fucking shack. I could easily get in and take back Cora.

  “Take Pipe and Slayer with you. The rest of us will stay here.” Wrecker nodded to Pipe and Slayer.

  “I’ll send one of my men with you, too,” Leo volunteered.

  I shook my head. “No, I don’t need anyone going with me. Del said it was just Jenkins, Cora, and another woman in the cabin. I can handle the other woman with Pipe and Slayer with me.”

  “Are we sure that Jenkins is going to leave Cora at the shack?” Nickel pointed out. “Is he going to risk leaving Cora behind?”

  “He has no reason to think that she isn’t safe at the shack. He has absolutely no idea that we’re on to him.” Leo sat back in his chair. “Perhaps Del and Tray are proving to be more valuable than we had thought.”

  Leo nodded. “You’re right. If this plan goes off without a hitch, they might be able to get away with their lives.”

  “Adding human trafficking to the books?” Wrecker asked.

  Leo shook his head. “No, no. Not at all. They might have a change of heart about their line of income and find a more lucrative deal with me.”

  “Or with me,” Oakley butted in.

  Leo glared at Oakley.

  “That’s something you two can figure out after we get Cora back and Jenkins is six feet under.” Wrecker started barking orders, and I sat back in my chair.

  This was it. We finally knew where Cora was.

  Within a day, she would be back in my arms, and then, all we had to do was make sure Jenkins never took another breath.

  Game. On.

  *

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cora

  “I’ll be back in two days. Just keep her chained up. I’ll be back before you know it.”

  I was chained to the radiator by the bed, lying on my side. Jenkins and Susie both thought I was asleep. Yesterday, I had figured Jenkins would have taken off right away, but he stayed the night and was now leaving to head back to Weston.

  “Are you sure we shouldn’t come with you?” Susie asked.

  Jenkins shook his head. “You’re the safest here. You’ll be locked in, and no one can get in. All I’m going to do is get proof of those other bitches, and then, I’ll be back. I plan on driving all day, get my proof tonight, and then I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

  Susie nodded. “Okay.”

  Jenkins grabbed his bag from the table without a backward glance at Susie and walked out the door.

  No goodbye. No kiss. He was a heartless bastard and so was she.

  “You can stop pretending to sleep,” Susie called. “You’re a horrible actress.”

  I didn’t move and slowed my breathing. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to have to spend any more time with the crazy bitch than I had to. I hadn’t slept all night and was finally starting to feel tired.

  When Jenkins left, I always felt a little more ease. Though, now that I understood Susie’s true nature—crazy bitch—I wasn’t quite at ease. However, I knew I could take the bitch if it came down to it.

  “Just think,” Susie called. “Soon, the rest of your bitch friends will be with you and their asshole boyfriends will be dead.” She cackled loudly, and I listened to her move around the shack while she rambled on. “You never stood a chance. You should consider yourself lucky.”

  In what fucking world did Susie live that she thought being sold was lucky?

  I kept my eyes closed and slowly counted backward from one hundred.

  Susie moved around in the kitchen. I listened to the fridge open a couple of times; the microwave dinged, and then a chair scraped back. “Maybe it is best if you just rest today. Something tells me you might have it a rough next couple of days after you leave with Tray and Del.”

  She laughed again, and then, I heard the clinking of her little beads being poured into the tray for her diamond art. Jenkins was going to be gone for more than a day, and while Susie was a crazy bitch, I knew she wasn’t going to do anything to hurt me.

  A wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I yawned.

  It was time to sleep now because I never knew what was going to happen.

  *

  Chapter Fifteen

  Brinks

  It was a shack.

  That was being nice.

  The building looked like it was about to fall over any second and kill anyone inside.

  “It’s Fort Knox.” Pipe crouched next to me. “He’s got cameras all over and locks on every door and window.”

  “We also don’t know who is all inside,” Slayer mumbled.

  “Jenkins has to have left already. There is no way he would still be here when he only has five days to get to Weston and back.” It was over a twenty hour drive just to Weston, and we knew Jenkins wasn’t flying.

  Somehow, Leo had connections who had told him no plane, bus, or train ticket had been bought by Jenkins. He was driving back to Weston. We had a large window to figure out how to get in the shack and get Cora.

  That is, if Cora was still there.

  We all thought that Jenkins would leave her there with the other woman, but there was no way to really know that until we got inside.

  “So, how the hell are we going to get in?” I asked.

  Pipe rubbed his hands together. “Brute force?”

  The shack didn’t look like much, but appearances could be deceiving. If Jenkins had cameras and locks all over, the shack had to be sturdier than we assumed.

  “We could pull a card from Jenkins playbook and just drive right into the fucker,” Slayer suggested.

  “But we don’t know where Cora is. If we drive into the shack, we might run her over.” Pipe shook his head. “The only way we could do that was if we knew where she was.”

  “And that shack is so small that if we hit it, it might just all crumble.” Of course, this wouldn’t be that easy.


  “You think he’s monitoring the cameras or the people inside are?” Slayer asked.

  “Another thing I don’t fucking know,” Pipe grumbled.

  “Why don’t we just knock on the door?” Slayer suggested.

  “And get our asses shot?” I scoffed.

  Slayer shrugged. “If you think about it, the chick would come to the door. She might not open it, but we would know where she is. Plow into the door and she’s out of the equation.”

  “But we still wouldn’t know where Cora was. She could be right by the door.” I wasn’t willing to risk it. I was so close to Cora that I didn’t want to fuck it up by not taking the time to plan everything out.

  “We can see in the windows.” Pipe pointed to the side of the shack. “The bigger windows he does have boarded up, but those higher up he doesn’t.”

  “Cameras,” I mumbled. I hadn’t figured Jenkins would have cameras all over.

  “We wait,” Slayer decided. “If Jenkins is somehow monitoring the cameras from where he is, he’ll be too far away to do anything himself. The most he could do is call the chick inside and tell her we’re out here.”

  “But what if she’s watching the cameras from the inside?” I didn’t want to put Cora in any more danger than she was already in.

  “I wish Del and Tray could have given us more information about the chick. Is she basically trapped there too, or is she Jenkins’ pawn?” Pipe stood and folded his arms over his chest. “We again have no idea what the hell we are dealing with.”

  That seemed to be a running theme for the past few weeks.

  “We wait an hour,” I decided. “Then we get closer. Get in the view of the cameras and see what happens. If we don’t get gunned down or anything, then we know the cameras aren’t being monitored that closely. We’ll get up to those windows and hope we can see just where Cora is.”

  It was more waiting, but it was the safest thing to do. I knew Cora was in there; it was just a matter of figuring out how to get to her.

  *

  Cora

  Susie hadn’t moved from the table.

  I had dozed off for a couple of hours and was woken by my full bladder. I sat up slowly and ran my fingers through my hair.