Betrayed: Military MC Romance (Hell's Fire Riders Book 2) (4 page)

“No Wyatt,
we
did it. It’s taken all of us to make this place work and it does,” Dewey said the words quietly but with meaning. “We all have a stake in this and you are more than welcome to join us, if you wish.”

Wyatt turned to look at Alea, then back to the man beside him. “That was one of the reasons I fought so hard to stay alive as long as I did. She is the other reason. I hope she’s welcomed here too?”

Dewey grinned. “She brought you home to us, of course she is welcomed.”

Alea smiled and gazed at Wyatt with love in her eyes.

Chapter Three

B
y the time the sun started going down, the group inside the shop were frustrated beyond any sort of reason. They’d all searched through the papers Wyatt brought back with him, to no avail. Not a one of them could figure out what the papers meant.

Most of the pages were nothing but broken lines, while some had a border and some did not. The other papers seemed to be a list of sorts but no one could figure out how to decode it. Someone had ordered pizza for a late lunch around three but it was now going on seven and tempers were getting frayed.

Trudy sat back in the corner of the room just watching everyone. Her dogs were laying on either side of her sleeping and no one else had bothered her for a long time.

Finally, Dewey suggested, “Let’s quit for the night. Everyone can get some sleep and we’ll start again, in the morning with a clear mind.”

Everyone groaned and grumbled but they all filed out to go to their own houses.

Trudy sat there alone for the first time all day. They’d forgotten she was even there and she had to smile at the irony of it all. Dewey insisted she stay, then he forgot she was even there. It suited her just fine. She made herself comfortable and fell asleep for a while.

When she woke up it was to complete darkness. Someone had closed the big front doors and shut off all the lights. Glancing at her watch, she noted it was close to one in the morning.

She got up and stretched. The dogs stayed on the floor and after watching her for a few minutes, they rolled over and went back to sleep. Trudy went over to the main door and snapped on the lights. She wandered over to the table and glanced at the stack of papers left there. Like everyone else, they didn’t seem to mean anything to her. Then something clicked inside her brain and she began to see a pattern forming.

By three a.m., she began laying the pieces to the puzzle out on the floor. A little while later, the puzzle was complete. Trudy stood and stared at it for a moment then taking a few steps back, she sat down. Bringing her knees to her chest, she sat there and stared at the puzzle.

When she heard footsteps outside and the screech of the doors opening, she turned her head as Dewey came in.

“Oh shit, I forgot you were even here.” He ran his fingers through his hair. The sight of her seemed to startle him when he walked through the door. Then his eyes moved to the floor and they widened as he took in the papers resting there. “What the fuck is this?” Moving closer, he could see the outline of the United States map. It was the inside where several states were missing that concerned him. States like California, most of Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Georgia and other states were just gone. The United States lay in pieces with huge chunks of the land missing. “What is all this?”

“This is what your guy Patrick has in mind. This is his master plan,” Trudy whispered.

Dewey turned to stare at her. “But how can anyone do this?”

“I’ve decoded some of it,” she explained wearily. “But I need more time to finish.”

“You work on that while I tape this map together. I don’t want to lose any part of it.” Dewey nodded.

Trudy went back to the table and picked up where she’d left off a few hours ago. The code was well hidden but she had cracked it around two this morning after she’d finished the map. She didn’t see Dewey call in the others, nor did she notice when they began gathering a short time later.

She startled when someone put a cup of coffee near her. Glancing up, she found Parker’s face close to her own.

“I’m sorry we forgot you last night,” he said quietly. “Things got very tense before we called it a night.”

“No worries.” Trudy shrugged.

“So what’s with the map you found? What does it all mean? And how the fuck did you find it?”

“I found a common pattern and followed it through. It took me some time to find it but I did.”

“What about the rest of this mess? Can you make any sense of it?” Parker asked.

“I am making progress. I think I know the how, I just don’t know the why.”

“That doesn’t matter at this point,” Dewey interjected her as he and Stone joined them. “All that matters is we find out how to stop this.”

“You have more at stake than just what’s happening here,” she announced.

“What more?” Cade asked from across the room. “What could be worse than this?” He motioned at the wall where Dewey had taped the map of the broken United States.

“There are two other cells in strategic places waiting for the signal to take out the leading military personnel we’ll need to stage a comeback from what will be the worst terrorist attack in our history,” Trudy informed them. “Not only will many thousands die on our own soil, but our leading military men and women will die by ambush on foreign soil.”

“How do you know that?” Cade asked.

Trudy handed Dewey a couple pieces of decoded pages. “This is a list of military personnel in the Middle East at the moment. To lose them would seriously cripple our defenses. They are all targets.” She handed him another piece of paper. “This list hit a little closer to home. It was a list of six names, their own names, along with their family members” She pointed at a third page. “This is another list. People he’s going to personally take out.”

Dewey passed the paper to Parker who passed it to the others. “Did you find out when all of this is going to happen?”

Trudy nodded. “December 31 at the beginning of the ten second countdown of the dropping of the ball in Times Square.”

“How does he hope to break the nation in half?” Parker asked. “That would take more than he’s got to do that.”

“Not really.” Trudy shook her head. “From what I was able to decode so far, he has been here long enough to bury several high test bombs along the New Madrid Fault line. Some of these bombs have been buried for years just waiting for the right code to be activated.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Colten asked with a stunned expression on his face.

Trudy nodded. “He and his team have been working with drilling companies before he joined the service. He’s older than he appears. He has a frac drilling background, along with a military one. At least on paper, he’s very knowledgeable.”

“Fuck me,” someone whispered loudly.

“So if he places bombs along the fault and sets them off, that alone with crack our nation?” Dewey asked.

“It will start a chain reaction. States will crumble and when the crack is wide enough with nothing to hold it in place, the San Andreas Fault will give way, crashing California into the ocean, leaving the western states in peril. Some of them will not survive with no borders to hold them in place,” Trudy informed the group quietly. “But before all that can happen, Patrick plans on hunting each of you down and taking you out. He feels you all betrayed him.”

Dewey took a deep breath. “Okay, today is the twentieth of December, we have eleven days to find this prick and stop him.” He turned to Wyatt and Alea. “Did you hear anything about when he was coming back here?”

“He got here three days ago, according to his timeline. That’s why I couldn’t wait to get ahold of you.” Wyatt answered. “I had to take a chance that someone could get to you before Patrick showed up.”

“Alright, first we need to get ahold of the military over in the sandbox and put them on alert,” Dewey made the announcement. “Right now, we have the element of surprise on our side. They don’t know we know yet. That should give them some time to set up protection for those on the list. Then we can begin our search for the bastard before he finds us.”

“What about the bombs?” Parker asked. “What do we do about them?”

“I don’t know. We don’t have enough men to cover all of it,” Dewey admitted. “Not even with Stone’s men. We’re going to need some help with this mission and right now, I don’t know who to call.”’

“I could call in some friends if you need manpower,” Trudy offered softly.

Dewey and the others turned to stare at her. “What are you talking about?”

“I have some very good friends who love this country just the way it is. I could get them to help track down and deactivate the bombs.”

“How many men are we talking about?” Stone asked.

“As many as you need.”

Dewey weighed the offer then he looked at his men and they nodded one at a time. They knew they couldn’t do this alone. Glancing at her, he nodded. “Make the call.”

Trudy got her cell phone out and dialed a number. A few minutes later, she told them, “They are on the way.”

“Who are these guys?” Parker asked.

“They call themselves the Crimson Tide but in reality, they are vets just like you.” Trudy explained. “They have fought in wars no one wanted and came home to a government that let them down but they all still believe in this country. They, like you, won’t let this happen and they will die before they allow it.”

“How long will it take them to get here?”

“Maybe an hour or so, they have to come from Louisiana.”

“That should give us enough time to get things set up,” Dewey said. “We’re going to need a place for them to stay and some food around here.”

“I’ll run to the store,” Cade offered.

“We can set up some cots here in the shop,” Jake suggested. “Depending on how many actually stay.”

A little over an hour later, the whole group was startled to hear the roar of motorcycle engines. The air filled with the growls of the machines as the men made their way to the foreyard of the compound. The street beyond the gate was filled with all types of cycles as the dozen or so men beyond the gates waited for it to open.

“Holy shit,” Colten swore. “These guys are your friends?”

Trudy grinned. “Yup, they are my friends.”

Dewey walked slowly toward the gate and when he got there, he caught the eyes of the president of the group. The man revved his engine as he waited. When the gate was opened enough to get his bike through, the man slipped in. One by one, they all came in. The head man parked his bike in front of the shop and swung his legs over his bike. Standing, he was a big man, six foot three inches of pure muscle. His hair was slightly grey and brushed back off his forehead. His cut was made from black leather and his name was embroidered across the back.

“Boomer,” Trudy yelled as she ran toward him.

Boomer turned and held out his arms. When she ran to him, his arms tightened around her. He lifted her off her feet and laughed. “How the hell are you, baby girl?”

Trudy grinned. “I’m doing okay, old man.”

Boomer set her back on her feet and watched as his men got off their cycles and waited.

Trudy turned and grabbing Boomer’s hand, she walked over to Dewey and Stone. “Boomer, I want you to meet Captain Dewey Mann and Colonel Stone Masterson and their men. They need some help.”

Dewey stared at Boomer for a long minute before he held his hand out. “Navy SEAL team
,
Special Forces team 111, Iraq.” He jerked his thumb to Stone and whispered loudly, “He’s Marine but don’t hold it against him. He’s one of the best.”

Boomer laughed. “Army Rangers, sniper squad, Desert Storm.” They shook hands. Boomer looked a little surprised at the strength behind the grip Dewey had. Raising an eyebrow he asked, “What can we do for the SEALS, Captain and the US Marine Core, Colonel?”

“Maybe we should take this inside,” Dewey offered as he motioned to the door.

Boomer and the others followed Dewey and Stone back inside the shop. The first thing Boomer saw was the map Trudy had discovered. He and the other men he brought with him gathered in front of it and studied it carefully.

Boomer turned and found Trudy. He didn’t want to talk to anyone but her. Motioning her to the side of the group he asked, “What the fuck is this, baby girl?”

“This is what they need your help to stop.” Walking toward him, she took his hand and motioned to the map. “There is someone out there who has bombs planted along the New Madrid fault line. The bombs are waiting for a code to detonate. We haven’t decoded everything yet, but we know enough to know what will happen if those bombs go off.”

“Is this just a best guess or reality?”

Trudy shook her head. “We don’t know for sure but this could be our future, if we don’t try.”

“How much time do we have?” Boomer asked.

“Maybe ten days, eleven at the very most,” Dewey answered for her. “This will become reality the moment the New Year comes into play.”

Boomer looked over at the older man who wore a cut matching his own. “Cyrus, you’d better call in our demolition squad.”

Cyrus nodded and moved away from the group.

Boomer turned to Dewey and Stone. “We have a number of men who love taking bombs apart. They will hunt down the bombs and deactivate them, if we know where they are.” He walked over to the table and sat down. “What else did you find, baby girl?”

“What makes you think she found anything else?” Dewey asked.

Boomer smiled. “If anybody found this, she did. She’s gifted that way. How did you find it?”

“I found the pattern and followed it.” Trudy shrugged.