“Wait, what?” I grab Maxie’s arm. “Diesel was trying to find me?”
“That’s what we were trying to tell you before you got all ‘independent and I don’t need anybody.’”
“Well, I don’t,” I grin, “but I might make an exception for Diesel.”
“Ohhhh, girl, you are so screwed.”
I follow them across the street and into the lot where they have two beautiful Harleys under the watchful eye of the parking attendant.
“These are amazing.” I run my hand over the shiny chrome. Similar to Diesel’s but lower to the ground and more streamlined. “Street-Glides, right?”
“I’m impressed.”
“I’ve been doing some reading up on different bikes.”
Maxie waves her hand over the shiny machine. “Stick around, and we’ll teach you to ride.”
I remember how I enjoyed the ride with Diesel, and I have to say, the thought of having my own bike is tempting and thrilling.
Maxie drapes her arm over my shoulder. “For now, just come back with us and get things straight with Diesel. Then, if you still feel the need to leave, I’ll take you to the border.”
I nod even though I’m sure how things will turn out with Diesel, but I have to admire theirconfidence.
DIESEL
My head lolls to the side, and I try desperately to focus. I blink a few times through the throbbing in my head, shifting in the chair I’m propped up in with my wrists bound behind my back. My vision clears, and I scan the seedy room. One way in, one way out.
My shoulder holster is on a table across the room. Unarmed and helpless. A feeling I’m not used to and don’t fuckin’ like.
Eduardo is pushing a squawking female out the door, and now it’s just me, Eduardo and Benito.
“What the fuck?” I mumble through dry lips.
Benito saunters toward me, making sure I see the gun stuck in his waistband. “I see you’re not so tough now.”
“You are such a sorry piece of shit,” I sneer at Eduardo standing side by side with Benito. “I don’t know which one of you is dumber. You for thinking you can get over on the Bastards.” I jerk my head at Benito. “Or you for working with this deadbeat asshole.”
Benito nods to Eduardo, who steps forward and backhands me.
My face stings, but I smile through the pain. “Shit, you hit like a little girl. I’ve been slapped harder by the bitches in my bed.”
Eduardo’s face clouds over, then he balls his fist and connects a solid shot to my jaw. My head rattles for a few seconds, then I glare up at him. “Still can’t believe you sold out your own sister.”
“Enough.” Benito pushes Eduardo to the side.
“What’s your end game?” I struggle against the duct tape holding my wrists and ankles. “What do you expect to gain?”
“I don’t like being disrespected.” Benito moves closer. “I also don’t like being lied to.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“You stole something that was mine.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy. We didn’t have anything to do with you until you came to us with the casino deal.”
“That bitch Martina was mine,” Benito hisses. “You had no right to take her from me.”
“First of all, asshole, you can’t own people.”
