Page 15 of Carrie's Strength
“Aw, you feeling neglected,” I chuckle.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he growls.
“Okay, baby, let’s go to bed. Our little tiger will be home tomorrow.” I grin at him.
“Yeah, babydoll, I’ve got a run tomorrow,” he tells me.
“Be safe, baby,” I tell him as I cup his cheek with my palm.
“Always. I will always come back to you,” he replies as he rests his forehead against mine.
I know this life is dangerous, and every time our men leave on a run, there is no guarantee they will come back in one piece or come back at all. But this is the life we chose, and by choosing to love a biker, I chose to take the good with the bad.
CHAPTERSEVEN
JOKER
I kiss Carrie and Beau goodbye as we leave on the run. The run is a normal easy one, providing protection for the transport to the border, and then the other chapter will take over.
Simple, we have done this run thousands of times before without issue.
However, something feels off. My gut is telling me to take extra care this time. I nod to Tank, and he comes over to my bike.
“Got a bad feeling, bro. Keep your wits about you,” I warn him.
“Yeah, Wrench and I got the same feeling,” he replies.
“Wire is coming with us?” I ask, shocked as I watch Wire mount his bike.
“Yeah, BJ said he asked for the run as he needs to clear his head,” Tank informs me.
“Okay, keep an eye on him,” I say.
Wire never usually comes on a run like this as he’s best kept close to a computer, in case we need him. Not saying he can’t handle himself, because he can hold his own with the best of us. His skills with a computer are better than all of us, so if he’s out, we’re screwed.
Once we were all mounted up, we head off to meet the transport.
The hand-off goes to plan, and all is as it normally is. Nothing out of the ordinary. With the truck safely onto the next protection shift, we start the four-hour ride back to the compound. The closer we get to home, the worse the feeling in my gut gets.
Using the Bluetooth in our helmets, I group call Tank and Wrench.
“Brothers, I do not have a good feeling. Keep your eyes peeled,” I warn.
“Same dude, feel as if shit is about to go sideways at any minute,” Wrench says.
“Feel the same. Need to warn Wire and Dog too,” Tank says.
I end the call and ring Wire.
“Watch your six, brother. We all got a bad feeling,” I tell him.
“Feel the same too, I’ve warned Prez,” Wire says.
“Good thinking.”
“Gotta ring Dog,” I say
“No, don’t,” his reply shocks me. “Just listen, you noticed how since we started making our way back, he’s slowly fallen further and further behind?” Wire asks.
