Page 40 of Bayou Knights
“Plum, my name is Diablo. Fuck, it’s York. I’m going to get you out of here and back to your dad and Gage,” he says, gently picking the lock on the handcuffs and then cutting the ropes on my feet. He sees the damage and he hisses.
“I know this will hurt, but I’m going to have to carry you and run. Can you hang on?” he asks.
“I think so,” my whisper is barely audible. All I can think of is that I’m going to see my dad and son.
He holds me with one arm, and I try to hang on with both of mine, though it’s painful. I need to hang on to that hope. Someone came for me.
York takes off running up some stairs and out some side door. I don’t even know where I am. I was moved a couple times, but it was when I was out cold after a beating or other things. I don’t want to think about my time here or anywhere.
I hear yelling and more gunfire. It lessens as he heads through some trees and he stops at a huge suburban. He lays me gently in the back seat and crawls in, cradling my head in his lap. I moan as the truck starts to move. I didn’t even hear anyone else.
“Where to?”
“Seattle. Rip, book a suite, top floor, hotel with best security. Ranger, Army you know what I need you to do,” York says to a few people.
I don’t know how long we drive for, but I fell asleep. I guess I felt safe enough to do that.
“We’re here. I’m going to have to carry you again,” York says, and I can only nod.
We take stairs up to the top floor that Rip booked. He sets me on the couch in the living room area. I hold my head up long enough to know they, whoever they are, spared no expense, it’s huge.
“You can lay down if you want. I’m going to make you some toast and tea,” another man says. He’s pretty but in a dark way. I haven’t seen York up close. My eyes were closed the whole time or on the other men he was talking to.
I do what he says and lay down and then I’m asleep.
* * *
Zion
“Explain.”
“Sit down,” Capone sneers, but I do, lighting up a cigarette.
“We stayed in Seattle for a few days, trying to shake off the tail before Ranger could secure us a plane to bring our bikes and shit with us. She needed that extra time. She was in no shape to fly, let alone ride anywhere. Capone and Rip went back and leveled the building where she was at. It’s a warehouse, or was, in the middle of the forest. I don’t know how we found it, to be honest. Capone had feelers out and one of his contacts showed us Plum being moved to that building and then gave us a general location. We hightailed it from Texas to Washington. We searched for days. Ranger borrowed a plane and by luck, on one of his passes found it. We went in hot, not many guys there. Sawyer wasn’t there, nor was the mother, or Ricardo. We went back to make sure anyone left over wasn’t talking. We didn’t know if we were being followed and, with shit going down on all fronts, we didn’t need to add to it. We would have called but we couldn’t take the chance of shit getting worse,” Diablo says. I swear it’s the most he’s spoken in one sitting in like, ever.
I can understand their reasoning. I get it.
“Any lead on Sawyer or Ricardo?” Dixon asks.
“I have my sources. He won’t get far,” Capone growls and even that makes me shrink back. Sawyer won’t have a chance once Capone gets his hands on him. I’ll be glad to help.
“I don’t want to go into details, but her injuries are extensive,” Army adds in.
“Long recovery,” Ranger chimes.
“She can stay at the inn for as long as she needs,” Gator says, and I nod.
“We’re going to have a war. Ricardo needed her and he got her. He’s coming for her. We will need to keep our wits about us until we can figure out a way to get rid of him,” I say before dismissing them.
I go to leave but Diablo stops me, “she will want to see you, but you need to have your shit together.”
“Why would she want to see me? And you both practically growled at me when I tried to.”
“I think we may have to figure all that out,” he says with a light chuckle.
“Diablo?” I freeze in place, waiting for my friend to speak.
“Wellll……”
