next couple of hours. Again, I couldn’t let it become my problem, but I hoped she took to heart everything I told her before we left the side of the road in route for the compound.
“Hey, listen…”
Her head spun slowly in my direction, her eyes opened wide as she waited to hear what I had to say.
“Gunner ain’t coming for you. Guess there’s some shit back at the club he needs to handle.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see a hesitant smile peek out from her lips. “So, you’ll be taking me to Washington?”
I sighed, knowing full well I needed to tell her, but not able to find the words as quickly as I would have liked.
“JD?”
“Nah, I’m not taking you. Bandana and Bandit are on their way to get you. Big John said they’d be at Diablo’s compound in the next couple of hours. Until then, we need to hide the fact that you’re the Joker’s daughter. Big John doesn’t think Diablo has any issues with your dad, but there’s still a price on your head and I’m not sure if he knows about it or not.”
She was quiet for a moment, most likely considering what I’d said. “Who’s Bandana and Bandit? I’ve never heard of them. Are they new?”
Relaxing back into the seat, I kept my eyes on the road, my mind flashing through memories of what they’d done to one of the club sluts when she’d pissed them off a few months prior. The girl would never walk right again and after that night, I heard she dumped her love of bikers and moved halfway across the country to go back to her family. Big John let it slide because, in his head, she deserved it for trying to play the twins against each other.
“They’ve been around for about two years.” Allowing my eyes to glance in her direction, I looked back at the road before adding, “They’re not all there in the head, Munch, so treat them like they are just as bad as Gunner. Stay quiet, don’t fight, just go along with whatever they want and you should make it to Washington in one piece. They’re under orders, so I’m certain they’ll leave you alone as long as you do as you’re told.”
We turned a sharp corner and the road narrowed to a single dirt lane, the gates of Diablo’s compound finally coming into view. The tops of palm trees could be seen above the terracotta colored walls and I remembered the lush, tropical feel of his place. He had to put tons of money into pumping water in to keep everything green in the middle of the Nevada desert, but if he had it to spend, that was his prerogative.
After pulling to a stop on the side of the road, Holly and I looked at each other, both of us stuck too far deep into our own concerns to say much more than had already been said. I reached into my back pocket, pulling my blade out and nodding in the direction of her shirt. “Let me see your wrists. I’ll cut you loose, but please, if your life matters to you at all, please behave. You have no idea what you’re about to walk into and I’d hate to see you become a memory before you ever had the chance to live. You get me?”
She nodded in acknowledgment, her mouth refusing to open for her to voice her understanding. When her wrists poked out from beneath the shirt, I cut the rope away and she immediately pulled them back in to bring them up and out of the sleeves. Angry red lines marked where the bindings had been and she rubbed at them while keeping her eyes glued to the compound gates.
Returning my attention to the road, I tapped on the gas and we drove the several hundred feet we had left. When we approached the gates, cameras noticeably turned in our direction and I pulled up to the speaker box on the left side of the driveway.
“You lost?” The unidentified voice crackled as it sounded from the box and I grinned.
“Nope. Looking for Diablo. Big John sent me.”
Silence for a few seconds and then, “Where’s your bike? Didn’t know John dealt with anybody besides dirty fucking bikers.”
Considering I had no idea who the fuck I
“Hey, listen…”
Her head spun slowly in my direction, her eyes opened wide as she waited to hear what I had to say.
“Gunner ain’t coming for you. Guess there’s some shit back at the club he needs to handle.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see a hesitant smile peek out from her lips. “So, you’ll be taking me to Washington?”
I sighed, knowing full well I needed to tell her, but not able to find the words as quickly as I would have liked.
“JD?”
“Nah, I’m not taking you. Bandana and Bandit are on their way to get you. Big John said they’d be at Diablo’s compound in the next couple of hours. Until then, we need to hide the fact that you’re the Joker’s daughter. Big John doesn’t think Diablo has any issues with your dad, but there’s still a price on your head and I’m not sure if he knows about it or not.”
She was quiet for a moment, most likely considering what I’d said. “Who’s Bandana and Bandit? I’ve never heard of them. Are they new?”
Relaxing back into the seat, I kept my eyes on the road, my mind flashing through memories of what they’d done to one of the club sluts when she’d pissed them off a few months prior. The girl would never walk right again and after that night, I heard she dumped her love of bikers and moved halfway across the country to go back to her family. Big John let it slide because, in his head, she deserved it for trying to play the twins against each other.
“They’ve been around for about two years.” Allowing my eyes to glance in her direction, I looked back at the road before adding, “They’re not all there in the head, Munch, so treat them like they are just as bad as Gunner. Stay quiet, don’t fight, just go along with whatever they want and you should make it to Washington in one piece. They’re under orders, so I’m certain they’ll leave you alone as long as you do as you’re told.”
We turned a sharp corner and the road narrowed to a single dirt lane, the gates of Diablo’s compound finally coming into view. The tops of palm trees could be seen above the terracotta colored walls and I remembered the lush, tropical feel of his place. He had to put tons of money into pumping water in to keep everything green in the middle of the Nevada desert, but if he had it to spend, that was his prerogative.
After pulling to a stop on the side of the road, Holly and I looked at each other, both of us stuck too far deep into our own concerns to say much more than had already been said. I reached into my back pocket, pulling my blade out and nodding in the direction of her shirt. “Let me see your wrists. I’ll cut you loose, but please, if your life matters to you at all, please behave. You have no idea what you’re about to walk into and I’d hate to see you become a memory before you ever had the chance to live. You get me?”
She nodded in acknowledgment, her mouth refusing to open for her to voice her understanding. When her wrists poked out from beneath the shirt, I cut the rope away and she immediately pulled them back in to bring them up and out of the sleeves. Angry red lines marked where the bindings had been and she rubbed at them while keeping her eyes glued to the compound gates.
Returning my attention to the road, I tapped on the gas and we drove the several hundred feet we had left. When we approached the gates, cameras noticeably turned in our direction and I pulled up to the speaker box on the left side of the driveway.
“You lost?” The unidentified voice crackled as it sounded from the box and I grinned.
“Nope. Looking for Diablo. Big John sent me.”
Silence for a few seconds and then, “Where’s your bike? Didn’t know John dealt with anybody besides dirty fucking bikers.”
Considering I had no idea who the fuck I
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