the call while Hunter and Wendy got all lovey-dovey, whispering, giggling, and making out like a couple of lovesick teenagers.
Despite her hunger, Shea’s stomach soured at her sister’s public display of affection. “Holy mother of fuck, are we gonna rescue Annie or are you two playing tonsil hockey all morning?”
Hunter’s face flushed as he sat up and straightened his leather cut. “Any more calls from the kidnapper?” he asked.
“Not yet.”
“Where’s the phone?”
She patted the inside pocket of her biker jacket. “I got it.”
He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”
Shea frowned. “I’m holding on to it for now.”
Hunter’s eyes blazed. “I said, gimme the goddamn phone, lesbo.”
Shea’s upper lip curled in frustration. “You told him I was gay?” She normally didn’t care who knew, but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with these idiots’ bigotry.
“What? I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
One-Shot whispered something in Hunter’s ear. Hunter nodded. “Fine. You can keep the phone. For now.”
Score a point for me,
she thought. “So what’s the plan?”
Mackey played absently with the pepper shaker. “Jaguars got a warehouse in the Cortes National Forest, fifteen miles east of Ironwood. Use it to store guns, drugs, whatever shit they don’t want the cops to find. Probably holding her there.”
Shea wondered if the Jags were also storing the stolen Pink Trinkets’ bikes there. “How do y’all know about it?”
“Been there a time or two, back when we sold weed for the beaners.”
“Is it guarded?” Shea didn’t want to get caught in the middle of a gunfight between the Thunder and the Jags.
“Not usually. They keep it locked up,” said Hunter. “If they got Annie there, they may have someone watching her.”
“When we going?”
“Ain’t no we, rug munch,” said Mackey. “This is club business. Don’t need no cunts getting in the way.”
Her hands balled into fists. “We had a deal. We’re in this together.”
“I changed my mind.” Hunter raised his chin as a smug grin creased his face.
“Oh yeah? Lemme ask you something. If this warehouse is locked, how y’all getting inside? Any you boys pick locks?” She looked at Hunter, then at One-Shot and Mackey. None of them spoke. “That’s what I figured. What’re ya gonna do? Knock and see who’s home?”
“We’ll fucking shoot the locks.” Mackey sneered.
“And whoever’s guarding Annie can blow her head off.”
Wendy shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t say that!”
“Point is, Hunter, you need me. I can pick anything that takes a key and a bunch of stuff that don’t.”
One-Shot again leaned over and had a whispered conversation with his president. Hunter smiled with a smug look that sent a shiver down Shea’s spine. “You can come. Just keep outta our way.”
Mackey grunted. “Hunter, man, why we gotta bring this dyke along?”
“ ’Cause I said so,” snapped Hunter.
“What about me?” asked Wendy.
“I’ll drop you back at the motel and pick up my bike.” Shea glanced back at the guys. “I’ll meet y’all back here in an hour.”
Hunter turned to Wendy. “When she drops you off, I want you to head to the Church.”
“Oh, baby, can’t I just stay at the motel for a while? I don’t feel good. Probably shouldn’t be driving.”
“Fine. I’ll have someone pick you up.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be okay at the hotel.”
“Why would you want to stay in that shithole? You’d be more comfortable at the Church. You can take a nap upstairs in our suite.”
Wendy glanced at Shea, then back at Hunter. “I wanna spend some time alone with my sister. We ain’t seen each other in forever. Please? Just a little while. Then I’ll meet up with you at the Church. I promise.”
Hunter narrowed his gaze at her. “I ain’t so keen on you being by yourself with all this shit going on.”
“Nobody knows I’ll be
Despite her hunger, Shea’s stomach soured at her sister’s public display of affection. “Holy mother of fuck, are we gonna rescue Annie or are you two playing tonsil hockey all morning?”
Hunter’s face flushed as he sat up and straightened his leather cut. “Any more calls from the kidnapper?” he asked.
“Not yet.”
“Where’s the phone?”
She patted the inside pocket of her biker jacket. “I got it.”
He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”
Shea frowned. “I’m holding on to it for now.”
Hunter’s eyes blazed. “I said, gimme the goddamn phone, lesbo.”
Shea’s upper lip curled in frustration. “You told him I was gay?” She normally didn’t care who knew, but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with these idiots’ bigotry.
“What? I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
One-Shot whispered something in Hunter’s ear. Hunter nodded. “Fine. You can keep the phone. For now.”
Score a point for me,
she thought. “So what’s the plan?”
Mackey played absently with the pepper shaker. “Jaguars got a warehouse in the Cortes National Forest, fifteen miles east of Ironwood. Use it to store guns, drugs, whatever shit they don’t want the cops to find. Probably holding her there.”
Shea wondered if the Jags were also storing the stolen Pink Trinkets’ bikes there. “How do y’all know about it?”
“Been there a time or two, back when we sold weed for the beaners.”
“Is it guarded?” Shea didn’t want to get caught in the middle of a gunfight between the Thunder and the Jags.
“Not usually. They keep it locked up,” said Hunter. “If they got Annie there, they may have someone watching her.”
“When we going?”
“Ain’t no we, rug munch,” said Mackey. “This is club business. Don’t need no cunts getting in the way.”
Her hands balled into fists. “We had a deal. We’re in this together.”
“I changed my mind.” Hunter raised his chin as a smug grin creased his face.
“Oh yeah? Lemme ask you something. If this warehouse is locked, how y’all getting inside? Any you boys pick locks?” She looked at Hunter, then at One-Shot and Mackey. None of them spoke. “That’s what I figured. What’re ya gonna do? Knock and see who’s home?”
“We’ll fucking shoot the locks.” Mackey sneered.
“And whoever’s guarding Annie can blow her head off.”
Wendy shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t say that!”
“Point is, Hunter, you need me. I can pick anything that takes a key and a bunch of stuff that don’t.”
One-Shot again leaned over and had a whispered conversation with his president. Hunter smiled with a smug look that sent a shiver down Shea’s spine. “You can come. Just keep outta our way.”
Mackey grunted. “Hunter, man, why we gotta bring this dyke along?”
“ ’Cause I said so,” snapped Hunter.
“What about me?” asked Wendy.
“I’ll drop you back at the motel and pick up my bike.” Shea glanced back at the guys. “I’ll meet y’all back here in an hour.”
Hunter turned to Wendy. “When she drops you off, I want you to head to the Church.”
“Oh, baby, can’t I just stay at the motel for a while? I don’t feel good. Probably shouldn’t be driving.”
“Fine. I’ll have someone pick you up.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be okay at the hotel.”
“Why would you want to stay in that shithole? You’d be more comfortable at the Church. You can take a nap upstairs in our suite.”
Wendy glanced at Shea, then back at Hunter. “I wanna spend some time alone with my sister. We ain’t seen each other in forever. Please? Just a little while. Then I’ll meet up with you at the Church. I promise.”
Hunter narrowed his gaze at her. “I ain’t so keen on you being by yourself with all this shit going on.”
“Nobody knows I’ll be
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