Capo Ricco
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“Seriously? You came here without documents.”
Boomer nodded. “Not willingly, we were kidnapped.”
The man groaned and rolled his head back and said, “Come on, you are killing me here. You know they already don’t like it when you come to town, the Federales are looking to bust you for anything, but being here without papers? The US won’t even get involved with you.”
Georgie looked confused and looked at Boomer and then whispered, “Why won’t the authorities in the US get involved with you? I mean, we are from the US, they should help us if we go to the Embassy.”
Edwardo looked at her with a horrified expression. “Chicka, no way, you don’t want to do that. You go to the Embassy and they will crawl up everyone’s ass with a microscope.”
Once again she was confused and looked at Boomer. “Um, okay, why would we worry about that?”
“Baby,” Boomer said softly as not to freak her the fuck out, which was already happening anyway, but he wanted to minimize the panic. “Let’s just say the authorities and the Furies don’t get along too much. And they would revel in the fact one of us was here illegally, and I hate to say this, because you are with me, they would love to throw the book at us.”
“But we were kidnapped,” she said.
“Yeah, and trust me, they will not care much,” Boomer said and Georgie frowned again.
“If I call my parents, I am sure they will be able to help sort this out. Tony is good…” Georgie argued.
“Listen,” Boomer said softly. “We are going to call your parents and my brothers, but we need to make sure no one knows where we are right now. If anyone finds out, we will be on the run from a lot more people than we are right now.”
Georgie looked at his eyes and she sucked in a breath, oh shit, she had no idea what the hell she had gotten into but he was asking her something with his eyes. He was asking her to trust him, she didn’t know him, but weirdly enough, she did trust him. So she nodded and then looked back at Edwardo who was shaking his head.
“Hermano, use my phone, call who you need to, but then, you are gonna need to get the fuck out. Sorry, I can’t have this kind of heat coming down on me right now, you know what I have in the garage, if anyone searches I am fucked, which means you are fucked because the shipment is for the Furies.”
Boomer put a hand to his nose and nodded. “Yeah, let me call them and see what we can do.”
About the Author
Harley grew up in Iowa, moving from place to place with her single mother until she was twelve. She now calls the Mountain West her home. The small town she resides in, with the population just over 10,000, makes it perfect for her and her husband to hit the open road when the mood arises.
Now that her kids are grown and in college, she and her husband have the time to enjoy the great outdoors, traveling, and riding to places they’ve never been.
Writing has been the last piece of her life to complete the circle. Harley enjoys bringing two of her passions together, writing and motorcycles, sharing with readers in the hope they will enjoy the stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
When her life feels as though it is becoming overwhelming, she can always count on her mother, Mama McRide, to bring it back to balance by keeping her on her toes and focusing on what is important – living life to its fullest.