by Love, Amy
Tomas slowed down and let them get out of sight, and then brought his car back up to ninety to keep pace with them. He looked at his trip meter and did some quick math, estimating the next gas stop Elias' V-rod would force them to take. Then he mentally mapped out his road between here and El Paso.
After mulling it over, he decided that the ambush would be better after El Paso, rather than before. Fewer travelers would be on the road, and they should be coming out of El Paso after midnight. He doubted they would stop to sleep. No, they probably did a few lines of cocaine before they left, and would keep the lines coming at their gas stops to remain awake and alert.
After El Paso, then, at roughly one in the morning. A road block in front—two pickup trucks could do that. And then box them in—so another two pickups behind them. Box them in, take the hostages, kill the other three, and then back to El Paso and down into Juarez where he could spend some quality time without being interrupted.
Walking through this visual, playing it out several times in his head, he decided on ten men with strong fire power. Ten good men, who wouldn't go crazy and turn his informants into splatters of blood across the highway.
After he had Chelsea's hiding place, he would gun it as hard as he could to get there before she freaked out and left for someplace else. She had to have called Elias, Tomas reasoned, so she would probably wait for her bodyguard to come to her. She was undoubtedly screwing him. Why else would he be running so fast to get to her?
Elias' goal, since he wasn't running alone, was obviously to bring her back to Houston. Tomas played with the idea of just waiting for them to return, but nixed it. It would be better to take care of her as far from Houston as possible, and there were plenty of witnesses now to the fact that she took off on her own. In California, he could end her and make her a Jane Doe. No one would even know Chelsea Shore was dead, and no one would be looking for her in California. A Jane Doe death was what that worthless cunt deserved anyway. She was fun to fuck, but Tomas never forgave betrayal.
Tomas continued to let these thoughts and others piece together in his mind, backed by many years on the force. He knew how cops thought, but he was cautious about falling into the trap that this was going to be easy. He believed the Internal Affairs man and his captain. If they ever got word that Chelsea Shore was murdered, he would be their prime suspect and they would be sniffing every bush and tree in his yard. Nobody, doing the things he was doing, wanted that kind of scrutiny in their lives.
At least Stewart was taken care of. Stewart was the only weak link in his chain of contacts and resources. Stewart was the only one with enough to lose that he might try turning over on him if it got too hot. That wasn't a worry any more. Stewart was now helping the grass grow greener in South Texas. Bye-buddy-bye, and may God have mercy on you.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
By the time Chelsea was on her way to the hospital, Elias, Duffy, Rick, Jeff, and Tom were riding hard West. They kept their speed at around ninety, and let their bikes eat miles. The V-rod was beginning to piss Elias off by the time they were out of San Antonio and heading for El Paso. The one-hundred-mile range was ludicrous.
At each gas station he called Dave to see what was going on with Chelsea. She was in the hospital, sedated, and the doctors planned to keep her that way until Doc arrived in Yuma to take over her care.
Dave told him again and again that he didn't need to ride hard. Chelsea was going to be asleep until Doc arrived anyway. And they weren't going to move her until Doc said she was stable enough to do so. That could be a month, but definitely—according to the doctors watching her now—more than a week.
"She's bad, Elias, real bad. Worse than any of these doctors have ever seen, and one of them is ex-military. The sedation is holding though, and Doc will be here in—three hours? Four? Not much more than that, so everything that can be done is being done."
Doc jumped a flight in Houston for Phoenix, where she planned on renting a car. So she was going to be there long before he could arrive.
There was also the disturbing message from Eric, who said that he found a scout—a young Mex with Cartel tats on his arms and chest. The young Mex was currently in the hospital with a broken jaw, and three broken ribs. Eric said on his message that he would be riding hard to catch up with them and to watch their back trail.
The big, redhead ex-merc had better instincts than Elias felt he himself had, and that was saying something. If Eric thought they had trouble behind them, then only a fool would not take this as fact until strong evidence to the contrary was presented—and even then, one eye on the mirror wouldn't be a bad idea.
Where would the ambush happen? It wasn't a question of if, but where.
Where would he do it?
The goal of an ambush had to include taking one or two of them alive while killing the rest. That seemed obvious enough to Elias. Why bother if no one could tell Tomas afterward where Chelsea was?
No one followed Dave or Billy. Elias was sure of that. They were single riders, going in different directions. So, at this point in time, the only one possibly leading danger to Chelsea was himself.
The Cartel tattoos on the kid in Houston gnawed at him. That was the thread he needed to pull on. If the kid worked directly for Tomas, then Tomas had Cartel connections. Not exactly uncommon in Houston, but more common in El Paso, with Juarez just across the border.
At their current rate, they would be coming into El Paso sometime around midnight. Would Tomas hit them before or after El Paso?
A hundred miles outside of El Paso, Elias finally decided that after was the best bet. There would be less traffic coming into El Paso from the West, and the terrain would be better.
At the next gas offering, Elias signaled the group off the highway, even though he was still at half a tank. They cruised into the station, and Elias got off his bike and tried to call Eric. He let the phone ring until voice mail picked up, and then called back. He did this five times before he got a "Hello?"
"Eric, where are you?"
"About one-fifty outside of El Paso. Where are you?"
"Fifty in front of you," Elias told him, and gave him the exit. "I'm smelling an ambush."
"That's because you're riding into one," Eric told him. "I've got fourty men with me, all Guards."
"I really like your style. We're staying put until you arrive."
"You're smarter than I figured. I thought that you would be balls out for Chelsea," Eric said with a grin in his voice.
"I was, but Chelsea is fine. We have her, and she's not going anywhere for at least a week. We have time. I want Tomas. I want this ended," Elias told him.
"Why do I have the feeling that we're going to ride into an ambush on purpose?" Eric asked.
"Because you are a smart man," Elias told him.
"Then balls out is still the way you're riding," Eric laughed. "I was right the first time."
"Yep. See you when you arrive."
They pulled their bikes behind the gas station, and then took up posts in various spots around the exit area on foot, hoping to spot their pursuer if he backtracked to relocate them. Chances were, though, he would just stay in sight of the road up ahead of them, and wait for them to pass again.
"We could just avoid the whole thing," Jeff suggested. "Hell, we could head north, and then take the 40 across, and come down through Arizona. Adds a major stretch to the ride, but why bother with the ambush if we don't have to?"
Elias took this question as a tactical inquiry, because Jeff was not one to shirk a fight if one was available.
"You mean, take the 25 up to Albuquerque," Elias suggested.
"Right, then the 40 into Arizona, and then the 17 down through Phoenix," Jeff agreed.
"We're marked with Duffy's trike with us, and there is no way for us to lose a car on our back trail. He has range—I don't. I swear I'm getting a Heritage as soon as I'm back in Houston," Elias said with a grimace. "But the bottom line is, I want Tomas. I want this over. I don't want Chels
ea, or us, to ever have to worry about that horror of a human being again."
"There's a lot easier ways to kill a man," Jeff mulled.
"Any of them include getting me to Chelsea's side as soon as possible?" Elias asked.
The big man thought that over, and after several long moments said, "Not that I can think of, boss. No."
Elias nodded. "Chelsea may not want to come back to Houston. There's a lot of pain for her there. Tomas wasn't the only one who scared her. She mentioned some guy she knew as Papi coming for her on the phone. She was hallucinating, apparently, because she thought she could see the man in her room, but the man scares the crap out of her just as much as Tomas does. If you had that kind of horror in Houston, would you want to go back?"
Jeff shook his head. "No, no I wouldn't."
"That's my answer too. So, she may not want to go back, and I want her to know it's alright not to. I want to be there when she starts making that decision. I want her to know that I'm with her all the way. Besides, maybe it would be best to be in San Diego, or Seattle, or fucking Sydney, Australia." Elias sighed and then continued, "But where ever, whatever, she decides, she'll never stop running until there is nothing to run from. She'll never feel safe with that fucker out there. Not because I couldn't hide her—I could. But because her fears are just too strong."
"You sure are taking on a lot, boss. I mean, I've known some PTSD's before. Hell, we all have. You know that it never really goes away, and the state she is in now—she may not come back. Doc said that, and I think you know it, down deep."
Elias nodded, looked out at the dark freeway and watched the light traffic. "You're right, I know that. But, after feeling that house without her in it, and my bed without her beside me, I know I've got no other choices. Whether it’s hard or not, Chelsea is my woman, and the only one I want. As long as I am breathing, I'm going to stand by her."
They were silent together for a long time, just feeling the night and watching the road. Then Jeff said, "You're a lucky man, boss. If I had what you two have, I wouldn't let it go either, and I'd kill whoever tried to take it from me."
"That's the way of it," Elias agreed.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Seeing Steve-O and Wild Bill in the pack of forty-one riders pulling into the gas station was surprising, but a welcome surprise. Elias really wasn't sure how the trio honestly felt, or how the pack would react to the idea of possibly going up against Houston PD, until this moment. And it was a good moment.
"How you doing, brother?" Steve-O asked as he came up and clapped Elias on the shoulder.
"Better now," Elias admitted.
Steve-O seemed to sense the feelings shifting through Elias' mind and heart. He nodded. "Until they actually show up, you never really know about friends, do you?" he offered.
Elias sighed. "I should know, but, no, I didn't really know."
"Yeah, that's just the way every one of these men felt two seconds before you arrived at their door and took on their problem like it was your own, including me," Steve-O told him. "John was on his bike, and in the pack. Wild Bill and I talked him out of it. We told him we needed a general at home watching our back. Really laid a heavy guilt trip on him to get him off of his bike, but I want you to know, it wasn't easy."
Elias nodded, and looked around, "Only forty?" he smiled.
"There were over a hundred. We cut it down to just the guard, with Bill and I. There are three of them at your house right now, five more patrolling your neighborhood, and a pack of twenty more up on I-40 by now, coming around to Phoenix from above, just in case we are delayed in getting there, or something unfathomable goes amiss. Another twenty are staking out the other stash houses and watching Tomas' place. John said this ends by the weekend. If Tomas happens to make it back before we do, the bounty on him is fifty grand. So if you want him, you better get him on this trip."
"Kind of fucked up to pay a man's bounty with his own money," Elias said with a grin. "But that's my kind of fucked up."
"Yeah, mine too. Everyone else, of the group that showed up to back you, is out riding the streets, keeping tabs on the people Chelsea has ID'd as partners, and reporting back to John and his crew of home base men and women," Steve-O finished.
"That's a lot of man power," Elias said, feeling so warm inside his leather felt stifling.
"So, what's the deal?" Wild Bill asked as he strolled up. "We gathered most of it from Eric's side of the conversation, and he filled in a few blanks before we got back on the road." Eric walked up to them beside Bill and the rest were now gathering around.
All of them—the whole group of forty-six men—were well-armed and well-trained except for Duffy, but Elias had the gut feeling that if anyone was being watched over by one god or another, it was Duffy. The group was solid, knew each other well, and had ridden down more than one dark road with each other.
He looked at Eric, who, if he had to leave the White Wolves because of Chelsea, he was going to recommend as the new Sergeant at Arms. Eric's instincts were superb, his loyalty unquestionable, and his experience exceeded Elias'.
"Eric, I was thinking that since we are out on this trip to collect Chelsea, that we do just that in El Paso."
Eric's smile went ear to ear, "Love it; how you figuring on playing it out?"
"Anyone have friends, family, girlfriends, ex-wives, someone you hate but can be bribed, in El Paso?" Elias asked, looking around at the faces of friends and brothers he knew well, and loved more.
"I got a sister," Duke offered. "She sort of looks like Chelsea."
"That is perfect." Elias said, "Anyone else?"
"Got an ex-lover, she's near downtown, but we are on good terms," Darell said. "She can be bought cheap."
"That's even better," Elias continued. "I'm going to need two men to run ahead and find us a limo. With or without driver is just fine. Nothing fancy. In fact, one of those working-man's limos would be perfect for what I have in mind. Oh, and you should know—you are probably going to be the first ones shot at."
Twelve hands went up before he finished the sentence and the rest of the group could react. He chose two men, Brian, and Stan, to be the limo guards.
"Ok, here's how I see it playing out if we can get both women to agree," Elias said, and began penciling in the details for the Wolves.
Every man there gave him his full attention, and took in all the details, letting Elias go from start to finish without interruption. Once he was done, he looked at Eric first. "What am I missing?"
Eric made three suggestions that were spot on, and then Elias turned to Steve-O and Wild Bill with the same question. They had their say, which was basically, "Sounds good."
"Anyone else?"
"My sister will go for it," Duke reported.
"So will my ex, and I'll give her a call right now," Darell said, pulling out his phone, and stepping back out of the group. Duke followed suit.
Duke came back to the group after several minutes, "The girls are talking with each other now. They're both in. My sister, Jill, she mentioned that she would really like to move back to Houston and hinted that she could use some friends."
Elias told him, "Baring that I'm still alive afterward, I have a house she can rent cheap, and I believe Duffy needs a counter person at his shop, which would be only three blocks away from the house."
Duffy piped in, "Yep, she's hired. Any gal that will stand up at a time like this, for a plan like this, is my kind of person."
Duke smiled. "I'll let her know in a while. Give them time to get together and settled."
"Tell them both that they are earning five grand apiece as well; risk money," Elias told him.
"Got it," Duke replied with a nod.
"Alright, drivers, take off. The rest of you, get your game faces on and prepare. We're about to ride into an ambush on purpose," Elias told them.
For the next two hours they poured over a map of the city, deciding on routes and timing. Elias hoped that during this time, Tomas would get worri
ed and come to check and see what was going on. He did spot a Chevy Nova come up the off ramp, pause for a bit in view of the gas station, and then go right back down the on-ramp on the other side of the over pass, heading for the city.
"Man, I hope that was him. We can't really sit around with our cocks out much longer. It's time to put this into action," Elias said.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Tomas saw the gathering of riders at the gas station, looking at a map held against the glass window and in deep discussion about it, and cursed. "Where the fuck did these assholes come from?"
There were at least forty of them in the gathering, and it was definitely Elias' group. He could see the trike parked amongst the other bikes.
