Her Bad Boy Biker (4 page)

“The one and only!” returned Micah, gesturing for Pedro to hand him the duffel bag. He spoke again when they were all cross from the man. “I've gotta say, damn refreshing dealing with a man whose dressed sharp and already popping open the cash.”

“Ah, we're just businessmen here Micah.” He turned the case around. “Ten mill.”

Abbey watched intently as Micah propped the bag on the crate and saw little bags of white jumbling inside. “Forty pounds of crystal.” She shuddered at how he said it and imagined SWAT teams storming out of their trucks now. “You know... you're a strange man. You've got all that green to burn and you asked for this when you could've gotten some high quality coke anywhere else.”

Abbey saw the man's eyes dilate and his stance shift. Something wasn't right here. “Ah, but where else can I get high quality crystal?”

Micah laughed. “It's cheap as hell to make. Shit you could've made your own lab with that kind of money. But I don't care. Money is money. Just be careful with it, the stuff will rot your teeth out.”

“Now that's the kind of attitude I can respect. Ten million dollars for forty pounds of methamphetamines.”
Is he another cop? Mulder didn't say anything about another cop.
The way he said things so clearly made her heart pound.

“Deal.” said Micah but before he could reach the case gunshots rang out and Pedro had fallen to the ground, smoking in a spreading pool of his blood.

“DEA! Freeze!” shouted Spider, holding the smoking gun. Rick and Luke ducked beneath a crate while the man in the suit and his three men pulled out their weapons.
Oh shit! Shit!
Before Micah could respond the windows burst into shards of glass, while tactical units roped in.

“MPD! Drop your weapons!” The man in the tailored suit winged Micah in the shoulder, while Rick and Luke shot him in turn. The rappelling MPD officers then took up positions among the crates and opened fire on the DEA agents and the bikers, sending splinters up into the air as the duo took cover.

Abbey took Micah to the ground and the two crawled on their hands and knees. “Fuck! I'm going to kill that little fucking snake...” she heard Micah over the firefight.
Christ! Blunder of the century. Cops firing on feds!
When the two got away from the center, they stood up and sprinted back to the floor entrance. Micah kicked open the door.

“Joe get ready to--” he stopped when he saw Spider leaning over the slumped old man, his beard red from his slit throat.
How the hell did he get out before we did?
Micah quaked with rage and barreled into the traitor. “I gave you a home, I treated you like a brother, and this is how you repay me!?” He broke Spider's nose in one blow, sending a ribbon of blood spewing across the pavement and then ripped the knife from his hands. Abbey watched as he gutted the man and then pulled the knife free.

“Still just a fuckin' criminal, no matter how much you dress it up...” rasped Spider as he slid down the brick wall, leaving a blood trail. Abbey's hands were shaking. The quick betrayal and retribution of it all shook her to her core. Micah was right.
I can't go through with this.
Her heart sank when she saw an officer running up the street to them, radio in hand, gun unholstered.

The DEA mix-up would have given her a clean get-away and Micah would have never known about the real Abbey. Now she had no choice but to make a choice.

They were coming. Coming to take away her Micah. The officer was within ten feet of them when she heard him. “This is Mendez. Officer Channing on scene with suspect, need EMT, two men down--” She pulled out the pistol tucked behind her belt and shot the man dead in the street and then shot him again until he stopped shaking. She took deep breaths and lowered her shaking hands.
It's done. I'm committed now.

Micah spun around, his chest spattered with blood and his face bewildered. “What?” Abbey shoved the gun back into her pants and gave him a quick kiss on his shocked face. She saw the confusion in his eyes, confusion that turned to recognition, and recognition that flared into something else.

She grabbed him before he had a chance to react. “Baby, I love you but we don't have time for this. We've gotta go. Now!” She heard the lack of shots from inside the warehouse and knew the worst had come to pass. Micah quickly mounted his Harley and started it with a cacophonous roar. She wrapped her arms around him. “It's just us now.”

He revved the engine and turned his head. “We're gonna have a long fuckin' talk after this... but Pedro was right, you are ride or die.”

She gave him a kiss by the ear. “Then let's ride.”

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