“We are too,” she said absently, staring down at the deputy who had managed to get to his knees. Shoving the gun into the waistband of her jeans, she held out her hand.
“I’m going to see that you all are arrested, assaulting a police officer…” Deputy Moore tried to put the fear of the law into the biker woman.
Killyama handed the bat to Crazy Bitch. “I’m going to show you assault mother fucker….” Crazy Bitch brought down the bat this time over his shoulder.
“I… am… going… to…. beat… the… shit…” each word was timed with a hit by the bat. The sounds of the bat striking flesh was drowned out by motorcycles. The loud sounds could be heard before they saw the lights turn the corner. Crazy Bitch stopped hitting the unconscious man to watch The Last Riders park their bikes close to Beth’s vehicle.
Viper got off his bike, running directly to Winter.
“What happened?” Trying not to let her hysteria get the better of her, she tried to remain calm enough to explain what had happened, then losing it completely when she told him about Lily.
Viper took command. “Sex Piston, take Winter and Beth’s vehicle back to Rosie’s. Don’t open your mouths about what happened. You never stopped. You came directly to Rosie’s after you left your home. Understand me?”
“You going to finish this mother fucker or do you need me to stay and help?” Killyama asked sincerely.
“I think we can handle this piece of shit from here. Go on to the bar, get drunk and have some fun, forget this happened.” Viper’s eyes bore into the biker bitches faces. Getting the message, they climbed back in their car, the tires screeched as Crazy Bitch floored the gas pedal.
“Razer call Beth, tell her what happened and not to tell anyone. You tell her we’ll find Lily. Winter, get in the SUV and go with Sex Piston, you need to keep Beth calm.” Sex Piston was behind the wheel before Viper finished talking. Winter shakily walked to the passenger door getting inside with Viper’s help.
“Find her, Viper,” Winter begged.
“Bet on it, pretty girl,” he said grimly. “You sure he’s the one who almost killed you?”
Winter didn’t hesitate, “Yes, I’m sure,” she said, closing the door without a glance at the man surrounded by The Last Riders.
Sex Piston did a U-turn before driving off in the direction of the bar.
“Cash, Shade, Rider, find Lily”. The men moved, each going to their bikes, pulling out what they needed before disappearing into the dark woods.
“Razer, Knox, Train, you’re with me.”
Viper walked over to the deputy who had wet himself when Killyama had started beating him. Viper squatted down next him.
“Call the Sheriff, tell him those women attacked me,” Deputy Moore cried, lying on the ground, staring up into a face staring stonily back at him.
“That was my woman you almost beat to death. She laid in a back brace for weeks having to have pads under her to take a piss. You left her on the fucking ground in fucking agony for hours, she had weeks of rehab just to move from the bed to her wheelchair.”
The deputy was now sobbing for mercy, Viper showed him none.
“You’ve just lived your last day…”
***
Cash, Shade, and Rider moved silently across the hillside, looking for a sign of which direction Lily went to give them a clue where she had run. Expertly, Cash shone his flashlight back and forth across the ground. They were lucky it took them less than fifteen minutes to find her first track. Moving apart a few feet, they began a search grid steadily working their way closer to her. Cash was familiar with the mountain, searching for areas it would be easier for her to run. It was Shade who found a ripped portion of her dress with blood on it. As he gripped it tightly in his hand, they moved forward, changing direction just slightly.
“We’re fucked,” Cash said, recognizing a marker.
“What?” Shade snarled.
“We’re on Porter land.”
“So?”
Cash shook his head squatting down by a tree. “She rested here, someone found her and she left with them in that direction.” He pointed at an area to their left.
“How the hell do you know all that?” Shade said, staring at the ground.
“Because whomever took her was riding a mud puppy. The good news is it left us a trail a blind man can follow.” Now that they had easier signs to follow, it didn’t take them long to come to the large house built into a clearing.
“Son of a bitch.” They hunkered down as close to the house as they could get without being seen from the occupants within.
“Let’s go,” Rider said when they saw the four-wheeler they had been tracking parked in front of the house.
“Get down,” Cash hissed.
“Why, let’s just knock on the fucking door,” Rider tried to reason.
“You knock on their door, the coroner will be scraping what brains you have left off that front porch. Listen to me, the Porter’s are the biggest weed growers in the county.” Cash tried to explain the danger they were in. You just didn’t walk onto a weed dealer’s property in this area of the county.
Cash didn’t take his eyes off the house. Coming to a decision, he turned to Rider and realized Shade was gone.
“He’s going for her, dammit.” With no other option left, he ordered Rider to stay where he was. Coming out of the cover of the trees, he walked to the front door. He didn’t make it close before the door was opened. Cash knew the son of a bitch who came out of the door holding a shotgun pointed at him.
“Get off my land.”
“Greer, it’s Cash Adams.”
“I can see who you are, fuckwad. Get your ass off my property.” Greer didn’t raise his voice, the shotgun got his message across.
Cash bet he could. He had a fucking spotlight for a porch light.
“My friend’s fiancée’s sister found herself in trouble tonight, took off into the woods. We’re trying to find her.”
“Haven’t seen anyone tonight, other than you and that chicken shit you have hiding over by that tree,” Greer said, cocking his shotgun.
“Rider, come out.” When he didn’t, Cash knew where Dustin was.
“Dustin, you better not hurt him or you’re going to have deal with The Last Riders. You won’t have anything but scorched earth left to grow that weed you’re so proud of.”
“Shut the fuck up, Cash,” another voice from behind his back spoke, pressing a gun muzzle against the back of his head.
“Wondering where you were Tate. Will you tell your crazy assed brothers to back off? We just want Lily and we’ll go.” Cash tried to reason with the oldest brother.
“There isn’t any woman here!” yelled Greer.
“He always was a dumb fuck,” Cash sighed. “You better make them see reason Tate. You don’t want trouble with The Last Riders.”
“You think you’re going to scare me with a motorcycle gang?” Tate said quietly.
“The woman is ours. She got lost and we’re trying to find her to give her back to her sister Tate.”
“I’m going to see that you all are arrested, assaulting a police officer…” Deputy Moore tried to put the fear of the law into the biker woman.
Killyama handed the bat to Crazy Bitch. “I’m going to show you assault mother fucker….” Crazy Bitch brought down the bat this time over his shoulder.
“I… am… going… to…. beat… the… shit…” each word was timed with a hit by the bat. The sounds of the bat striking flesh was drowned out by motorcycles. The loud sounds could be heard before they saw the lights turn the corner. Crazy Bitch stopped hitting the unconscious man to watch The Last Riders park their bikes close to Beth’s vehicle.
Viper got off his bike, running directly to Winter.
“What happened?” Trying not to let her hysteria get the better of her, she tried to remain calm enough to explain what had happened, then losing it completely when she told him about Lily.
Viper took command. “Sex Piston, take Winter and Beth’s vehicle back to Rosie’s. Don’t open your mouths about what happened. You never stopped. You came directly to Rosie’s after you left your home. Understand me?”
“You going to finish this mother fucker or do you need me to stay and help?” Killyama asked sincerely.
“I think we can handle this piece of shit from here. Go on to the bar, get drunk and have some fun, forget this happened.” Viper’s eyes bore into the biker bitches faces. Getting the message, they climbed back in their car, the tires screeched as Crazy Bitch floored the gas pedal.
“Razer call Beth, tell her what happened and not to tell anyone. You tell her we’ll find Lily. Winter, get in the SUV and go with Sex Piston, you need to keep Beth calm.” Sex Piston was behind the wheel before Viper finished talking. Winter shakily walked to the passenger door getting inside with Viper’s help.
“Find her, Viper,” Winter begged.
“Bet on it, pretty girl,” he said grimly. “You sure he’s the one who almost killed you?”
Winter didn’t hesitate, “Yes, I’m sure,” she said, closing the door without a glance at the man surrounded by The Last Riders.
Sex Piston did a U-turn before driving off in the direction of the bar.
“Cash, Shade, Rider, find Lily”. The men moved, each going to their bikes, pulling out what they needed before disappearing into the dark woods.
“Razer, Knox, Train, you’re with me.”
Viper walked over to the deputy who had wet himself when Killyama had started beating him. Viper squatted down next him.
“Call the Sheriff, tell him those women attacked me,” Deputy Moore cried, lying on the ground, staring up into a face staring stonily back at him.
“That was my woman you almost beat to death. She laid in a back brace for weeks having to have pads under her to take a piss. You left her on the fucking ground in fucking agony for hours, she had weeks of rehab just to move from the bed to her wheelchair.”
The deputy was now sobbing for mercy, Viper showed him none.
“You’ve just lived your last day…”
***
Cash, Shade, and Rider moved silently across the hillside, looking for a sign of which direction Lily went to give them a clue where she had run. Expertly, Cash shone his flashlight back and forth across the ground. They were lucky it took them less than fifteen minutes to find her first track. Moving apart a few feet, they began a search grid steadily working their way closer to her. Cash was familiar with the mountain, searching for areas it would be easier for her to run. It was Shade who found a ripped portion of her dress with blood on it. As he gripped it tightly in his hand, they moved forward, changing direction just slightly.
“We’re fucked,” Cash said, recognizing a marker.
“What?” Shade snarled.
“We’re on Porter land.”
“So?”
Cash shook his head squatting down by a tree. “She rested here, someone found her and she left with them in that direction.” He pointed at an area to their left.
“How the hell do you know all that?” Shade said, staring at the ground.
“Because whomever took her was riding a mud puppy. The good news is it left us a trail a blind man can follow.” Now that they had easier signs to follow, it didn’t take them long to come to the large house built into a clearing.
“Son of a bitch.” They hunkered down as close to the house as they could get without being seen from the occupants within.
“Let’s go,” Rider said when they saw the four-wheeler they had been tracking parked in front of the house.
“Get down,” Cash hissed.
“Why, let’s just knock on the fucking door,” Rider tried to reason.
“You knock on their door, the coroner will be scraping what brains you have left off that front porch. Listen to me, the Porter’s are the biggest weed growers in the county.” Cash tried to explain the danger they were in. You just didn’t walk onto a weed dealer’s property in this area of the county.
Cash didn’t take his eyes off the house. Coming to a decision, he turned to Rider and realized Shade was gone.
“He’s going for her, dammit.” With no other option left, he ordered Rider to stay where he was. Coming out of the cover of the trees, he walked to the front door. He didn’t make it close before the door was opened. Cash knew the son of a bitch who came out of the door holding a shotgun pointed at him.
“Get off my land.”
“Greer, it’s Cash Adams.”
“I can see who you are, fuckwad. Get your ass off my property.” Greer didn’t raise his voice, the shotgun got his message across.
Cash bet he could. He had a fucking spotlight for a porch light.
“My friend’s fiancée’s sister found herself in trouble tonight, took off into the woods. We’re trying to find her.”
“Haven’t seen anyone tonight, other than you and that chicken shit you have hiding over by that tree,” Greer said, cocking his shotgun.
“Rider, come out.” When he didn’t, Cash knew where Dustin was.
“Dustin, you better not hurt him or you’re going to have deal with The Last Riders. You won’t have anything but scorched earth left to grow that weed you’re so proud of.”
“Shut the fuck up, Cash,” another voice from behind his back spoke, pressing a gun muzzle against the back of his head.
“Wondering where you were Tate. Will you tell your crazy assed brothers to back off? We just want Lily and we’ll go.” Cash tried to reason with the oldest brother.
“There isn’t any woman here!” yelled Greer.
“He always was a dumb fuck,” Cash sighed. “You better make them see reason Tate. You don’t want trouble with The Last Riders.”
“You think you’re going to scare me with a motorcycle gang?” Tate said quietly.
“The woman is ours. She got lost and we’re trying to find her to give her back to her sister Tate.”
