Page 51 of Desert Heat

“Rogan!”

“I’m busy with my own woman,” he snarled.

“I’m talking to you as your Prez not as the bullshit facade Hunter.” My voice cracked like a whip.

“I can’t… I can’t put her down,” his voice cracked with his own anguish.

“I’m gonna fucking skewer them. Dead already or not, you gonna help?” I growled.

“Hacker texted. His drone has eyes on our backup. They should be here in two with a truck to transport the girls.”

“Which outfit did he tap?”

“New Hampshire… we have loose relations with the Devil’s Glen MC outta North Conway. Some of their men were riding back from a transport and close by.

“Text back Hacker. Get us a safe house in North Conway for the girls until I can make sure the threat’s eliminated.”

“Who are these fucks, anyway?”

“I didn’t bother checking the patch I just fucking fired.” Reluctant to put Savvy down, I turned in a circle. “We’ll lay them with down on our cuts while we deal with these fuckers.”

Rogan followed me to a cluster of pine trees off the side of the road. I laid my woman gently down on the bed of pines, covering her with my cut while Rogan did the same with Brandi. “I’ll be right back, baby,” I whispered against her temple before gently pressing my lips to her swollen split ones.

I untucked my gun as I headed back toward the wreck. These stupid fuckers tried to fool us by splitting up their crew. The bikes headed south while the car with our girls headed toward the New Hampshire border.

I didn’t feel any remorse as I stared into the dead face of the man I popped. “Viper’s Glen… the fuck… how did they know about Savannah?”

“Prob the same inside job as the snitch who had her old man grabbed. Looks like we ain’t the only ones who have beef with the Outlaws in Santa Fe.” Rogan checked the car, making sure the two inside were dead by firing few more rounds.

“Let them burn both here and in hell.” I unpeopled the gas tank, rolled their cut into a thing rope and dipped it in the tank as far as I could. Rogan put the car in neutral… we lit the cut on fire then pushed the rear of the car until it gained enough momentum to continue its journey down the steep cliff.

“Boom!” I muttered seconds before the car exploded from the rocky canyon below.

“What about that fucker?” Rogan looked over to the dead body in the brush.

“Fuck, I forgot about him.”

Rogan shrugged. Picked him up and chucked him over the side of the road toward the burning car. Black smoke billowed up to through the dusky haze.

“We gotta go before we get busted here.”

“Pick top the casings,” I yelled back before snapping a long pine branch to sweep away both the car and our tire tread tracks. It was a sloppy clean up job but better than nothing. The car fire would incinerate any trace of Savannah… nothing more of this mess would touch her.

“Tank…,”

“Fuck,” I murmured, as my eyes cut to where Brandi sat up, confused and shaking.

“Shhh, baby. It’ll be okay. Hunter and I will take care of everything.”

“We’re gonna have to tell them everything,” I warned as he went to her.

“Later, right now we just need to get them out before the cops show.”

“Hacker texted our ride is ten minutes out.”

I sat down in the brush, cradled Savvy across my lap and waited. My fingers tensed around my Glock as the sounds of vehicles coming up the mountain drive became closer.

“River? I’m Valor from Attitash MC. What the fuck? Hacker called in a favor and we walked into a damn shit show. How many?”

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