Finally, my Uber shows up. I open the back passenger door and slide inside.
“Where would you like me to take you?” Uber asks.
“Downtown Denny’s,” I say.
“Right.”
Eight
Killer
I need to talk to Karla, because my gut tells me that she’s in danger. I pull out my cell phone and call. It goes to the voice message. I have to talk to her. I slide my fingers over the screen to send the text.
Killer ~ Angel, where are you?
I run my fingers through my hair and close my eyes. I need to get her out of that fucking house. Every minute that she’s there, she’s in danger.
Killer – Angel, I need to talk to you. Are you okay?
Where the fuck is she?
I don’t like this. My gut tells me that something is wrong.
“Brothers, we have the location of the Castro Cartel’s next shipment of girls. It’s supposed to take place tonight, in themiddle of the night. We need evidence of any future threats. We can use it as leverage,” Demon says, nodding.
“We’re not going to save the girls,” I ask.
I hate leaving innocent girls at the fucking hands of those evil bastards.
“I don’t want you to engage, and I don’t want the MC to struggle with the girls, and they would talk. I don’t want them to blame us for the son of a bitches actions, but if you feel you have enough video, call the police after you're gone,” Demon says, gathering his brows.
“I want Killer, Viper, Menace, Fiend, Lethal, Reaper, and Manic to do this run. I want you to get there an hour before, get a secure location where you can record all activity, and I want good recordings, especially of motherfucker Castro’s face,” Demon growls.
“If you need to take them out, do it,” Diablo says, pulling at his beard. “I’ll send you the information.”
“Be careful because that son of bitch is dangerous,” Demon says, looking at us.
“Will do, right, okay, yes,” we say, nodding.
“Church is over. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon growls, slamming the gavel.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, pumping their fists.
The night is dark, and the dark clouds cover the crescent moon. I pray that it doesn’t rain on us.
We park a couple of blocks away and walk among the dark shadows to take our position. Tonight is all about recon and hopefully gathering important information.
We split into pairs and climbed to the rooftops, taking our positions. We are set in our places around the warehouse, and now we wait. The sounds of the night keep us company; we need to stay alert.
The cold is starting to set in my bones, and the images of Karla flow through my mind.
After getting caught in the rain and kissing her with all of the wild hunger that I have for her, we returned to the clubhouse. We took a hot shower together, where I showed her how much I cared.
I know that our connection is real, I know that I fell in love with her the day that I saw her running away that night. She’s not only beautiful, sweet, and real. I love the strength and determination she has to stand up to her Dad. I only want her to give me time to show her that I will be the man she needs to protect her and love her forever. I want her to trust me.
The time crawls, and I’m anxious to get to Karla. Finally, the fuckers show.
We start recording, zooming in on the faces and the activity. We take photos of the girls as they’re removed from the utility truck. It’s not like having a few girls, no, they have a lot of girls, at least fifty.
