Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) (17 page)

They’d slowed cautiously, unsure what the road ahead might hold. With only one way out, it made tension so thick a knife couldn’t cut. If an ambush awaited ahead, they were fucked. It’d be a full on shootout. The darkness led on for a few hundred yards before they came to the first drop light hanging off the side of the wall. Its dim glow showed just enough to help them navigate through the dirt hole. As they neared the center, it hadn’t changed much. Pot marks in the walls gave the impression the majority of dirt had been hand dug by what they could only assume was enslaved or forced workers. Mexico wasn’t exactly the most friendly when it came to work environment or conditions, they were equal opportunists, not equal opportunity employers. Women, children, old and young, were all forced into hard labor by the cartels until they either worked themselves to death or the job was finished and they were disposed of. Knowing the Diablos, there was no level they wouldn’t sink to.

Gage and Tonka placed the explosives in the three locations as instructed and readied them for detonation before they turned to head back. Headlights behind them caught their attention and got them moving only moments before bullets whizzed overhead. “Let’s move!” Yo Neg yelled. The group sped back toward the exit, all watching over their shoulder at the group of gangbangers closing in.

The moment they hit the opening, Yo Neg pushed the button on a small remote detonator and blew the tunnel, timing it just right where everyone made it out moments before the mouth caved in. Unfortunate for the Diablos, a few managed to escape unharmed…for the moment.

Abi spotted two gunmen running toward Gage and aimed the 9 mm, dropping them both off in the blink of an eye. She turned and saw the guys handling a few escapees off to her left so she kept her eyes roaming for any signs of others. About a hundred yards away a Diablo was crouched down in the grass with a blade trying to sneak up on Yo Neg while he worked on getting Intel from their captive. “Oh no you don’t you dirty dickhead,” she mumbled. She swung out wide, keeping her footsteps silent as she moved in behind the piece of shit. By the time he realized she’d walked up on him, it was too late. Abi kicked the knife out of his hand, sending it flying. She kicked his torso, dropping down to her knees in full mount for a better reach. Hit after hit she peppered his face. The commotion got the others’ attention and they hurried over to help.

“You can either talk, or we’ll make you talk. Where is the leader of the Diablos?” Tonto asked.

“I’m not telling you shit,
cholo
. Go fuck yourself.”

“Wrong answer, maggot. Now we make you.” Abi reached down to her side, extracting the blade out of the sheath that hung from her belt loop.

“What, this is what you are going to get me to sing? A fucking whore?”

“No, she’s an enforcer, and I damn sure wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Little word of advice? Don’t piss her off, fuckhead.” Sandman laughed.

Abi grazed the knife over the man’s cheek, catching the tip of the blade in the corner of his mouth. “Answer,” she said, her voice calm.

“Fuck you,
puta
!” he said, spitting at her.

“I thought you’d say that. I think you’re a little too tight lipped. Let’s fix that.” She dug the blade deeper between his lips and tugged, slicing his mouth open almost to his ear. He let out a rabid scream, tugging against the guys who held him. “You can either answer, or I’ll make the other side match. You’re choice.” When he didn’t say a word, she cut open the other side of his mouth, this time intentionally shoving the blunt metal past his jaw joint and severed it in two. The Diablo passed out from the pain and loss of blood and she huffed in frustration.

“We don’t have to worry about him running his mouth anymore,” Chief snorted.

“Fuck!” Abi fumed.

“He wasn’t going to talk anyway. Finish him off and make it messy. We want the buzzards and animals to get rid of the evidence before sunrise.” Sandman turned and walked away. Abi stabbed the blade through the chest bone and gutted him all the way down to his groin. Before she went any farther, she pulled down his pants, almost puking at the smell.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tonka asked.

“This.” Abi got his jeans open and pulled the knife out of his gut, swinging it hard enough it severed the Diablo’s dick and balls off his body. The guys hissed, turning their heads.

“Damn, you’re brutal. If didn't know you were related to Sledge before, we would now. No mercy, and we like it,” Tonto said. “You are definitely one woman I’d never want to piss off.” His eyes fell on Yo Neg and Tonka in sympathy.

“Why do you think we try so hard to keep her happy? I damn sure don’t want to wake up one morning and find my cock and balls marinating in a jar.” Tonka grabbed himself, the memory of her deadly knee returning.

“I’m going to have to bleach my fuckin’ knife now, the nasty fuck.” The men all looked at her in surprise. They couldn’t help but be impressed at her brutality. If anyone had any doubts whatsoever of her worth in the club, there wasn’t any now.

With no left survivors, they did one last search and headed back home. The third tunnel might have been a dud, but if they could make these three tunnels undetected, they knew there was no doubt there were more.

On the ride home, Tonka and Yo Neg pulled off on an exit, luring Abi to follow. They drove the dark road a few miles out until they reached a dead end road and parked, tossing their helmets to the side.

“What are we doing out here in the middle of nowhere?” Abi asked.

“Fucking. Strip. Now.” Yo Neg watched the arousal wash over her at his words. Once she stood before them totally naked, he pointed to his bike. “Lean over it and don’t let go. Your pretty little ass could have gotten hurt back there, taking on a Diablo by yourself. Now, we are going to make you pay the price.” From the wobble in her walk, it wouldn’t take much to set her off. Good. That’s exactly what they wanted.

Swat after swat came down on her bare ass, her yelps turning into guilty moans. “Mmm. I love to hear you scream our names. Hold on baby and let us take you for a ride.”

“If you think you can handle it…” she taunted, gasping when it got the response she’d hoped for.

Epilogue

Heaven grabbed Alice and Lacey, Rose’s younger sisters who were now over eighteen and more wild than ever, by the hair and drug them out the door. “Do you have any idea what the fuck you two were about to get in the middle of? That wasn’t flour on the counter. That was fucking meth!”

“Ooouch! We know! Just because it’s there doesn’t mean we were going to do it! We were just having fun!” Lacey squealed.

“You were having fun, in a damn bar! If the Savages didn’t have ties with the owner I’d of called the damn cops and had his liquor license revoked you little brats!” Heaven growled.

“We are grown. Rose can’t keep tabs on us like this. She isn’t even in charge of us anymore! I was ten minutes away from hooking up with the guitar player, dammit!” Alice yelped when Heaven tugged her wig harder, making her whole head sting.

“That is no place for the two of you. You want to have fun, fine. But it’s not going to be somewhere where you can get roofied and end up in an emergency room after being raped and beat. Get your asses in the car now!” Heaven shoved them toward her car, swinging open her own door harder than necessary. Of all the places for these two to sneak into, Club Zero was worse than any biker bar she’d ever been in. It was notorious for drugs, girls getting mickied and raped, waking up the next day with no memory other than a hell of a hangover, and the string of missing girls that never showed back up after their night o’ fun. With Rose’s pregnancy in its final term and her stuck on bed rest, Heaven was flying solo.

She pulled in to the clubhouse and killed the engine, spotting Twelve Gage and Colt working on a bike. “I need zip ties and some place to hold two heathens!” she yelled. Colt looked at her curiously, unsure what the hell she was talking about. He cautiously walked over to her and propped an arm up on the roof of her little sports car and smirked. “What has you all pissy?”

“Two eighteen year old girls.”

“And you brought them here?” he asked, his eyebrow arching.

“Yeah, considering they are Rose’s sisters,” she huffed.

His facial expression changed in understanding. “Oooh. Damn. Okay, put them upstairs on the far wing down at the end. They can share a room next to yours, that way you can keep track of them without Rose catching wind and trying to get out of that bed. She’s done been carried back three times when Prez and Sandman left. Prez said cuff her ass if we have to, but none of us are that stupid. I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night with a gun pointed at my dick.”

“That’s probably a good decision. Let me get thing one and thing two locked up and I’ll go check on her.” Heaven heaved a deep breath, swearing. “I’m never having kids. Ever!” She swung open the back door and let the terrible twosome out, pointing to the clubhouse. “Go in and wait for me. If you so much as breathe in the wrong direction, I’ll beat the living shit out of both of you, got it?”

“You can’t do that… I’ll call child protective services,” Alice spat in a snotty grumble.

“You aren’t a kid, and if you think the cops are going to side with you after I explain the shit you have been in lately, you’ve got another thing coming. Don’t push me, little girl. I’m not your mother, and I’m not your sister. I will tear your shit up, got it?” She waved her finger in their face, her shoulders squared off. She was pissed enough that if either of them even smirked again, she was going to slap the shit out of them. Both girls stormed off, their stomps over dramatic even for them. She shook her head in disbelief.

“Don’t let them get you so worked up. Let them stick around here for a while. They’ll get their shit straight,” Twelve Gage said, walking up behind her. He rested his hands on her shoulders and began to rub at the knots that had formed since her babysitting duties had started the moment she got the call two hours ago.

“Damn. Thanks…” She rolled her neck, feeling the muscles start to relax. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me, Twelve Gage. Either you want something, or you’re sick.” He huffed against her hair.

“I’m not sick. Can’t a guy just be nice without wanting something?”

“No,” she giggled.

“Shut up and relax, woman, before I throw you over my shoulder and make you sweat your anxiety out.” Now that was a typical Twelve Gage response.

“I don’t know, man, I think you’re on the right track,” Colt said, walking up to stand in front of her. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue softly tracing the seam of her lips until she granted him access. He dove into her mouth, owning her with each claiming stroke of his tongue against hers.

“Get those two taken care of, and we’ll take care of you,” he whispered against her lips.

Books by Harley McRide

Ops Warriors MC

Sharing Freedom

Bringing Harmony

Coming Soon: Shady

Devil Savages MC

Bed of Roses

Burned by Abi

Coming Soon: Book Three

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Excerpt from Bringing Harmony

Ops Warriors MC Book Two

By Harley McRide

Harmony sat with her arms folded glaring at the two men who were at their desks in the main office area of the compound. There were a lot of desks in there now, where before there had only been one, Creed’s. Harmony hadn’t been there in two years and apparently, things had changed. Of course, back then, the club had been buying up businesses right and left.

Looking around while refusing to make eye contact with the guys, she took everything in. Growing up with her father, she knew what the MC club did, and she didn’t care. One of the things she had to learn growing up, the line could be crossed, if it was for the greater good. Her father had been in the military for twenty years, they paid for his college to become a lawyer, and when he got out, he became the DA for the town. But he had always loved his bike, and when the Ops Warriors changed hands to Creed and his bunch, he became active in the club again.

Not that he hadn’t been active before, he had been when he was in the military and stationed there. But when he became the DA, Fish had drawn the line and Creed’s father, Limbo, had respected it. Her father still was a biker at heart, but of course, some of the activities the club was involved in wouldn’t look good on a resume. So, the club and her father agreed to disagree on some things. Harmony couldn’t just distance herself from the only family she knew, leaving her father to accept it grudgingly.

Fish was a single father, her mother decided the day Harmony was born she was not meant to be a mother, and she signed over her parental rights and left the hospital and her father alone with a newborn. The guys at the club had picked up the slack and been there for her father. That was how she had grown up, with some of the meanest badasses in the country. That being said, she also had grown up with a distinct impression on white, black, and grey areas of the world. She also respected that her father lived in a grey area.

When she was old enough to understand, Harmony realized her father wouldn’t turn a blind eye if one of the guys got caught doing something illegal; however, he also didn’t seek out reasons to bust them. Limbo knew this and worked his magic on the local police so he had protection. The club did things for the community and they were known for keeping the town safe. Therefore, the townspeople overlooked the club’s illegal activities.

Harmony met Creed and Fork when her dad brought her to a picnic just after he had gotten out of the military. She had fallen in love with them at first sight; of course, she had been a young teen then, with stars in her eyes. For years she followed them around, became their shadow, and they let her. Creed had grown up in the club the same as her, but she had never known him because her dad kept her away from the club until she was old enough to understand what they were about. She knew the guys who helped raise her were into motorcycles but that was about it. Once Fish brought her to a family party though, and she saw Creed and Fork, two enlisted men who were like heroes to everyone in town, Harmony had decided right then and there they were hers. It wasn’t until she was twenty, and she let her interest in the two men be known, that they had a problem.