Riley sighed and gathered her courage to enter the biker club one more time. It didn’t open officially until eleven in the morning, but drug dealers didn’t keep specific hours, and the police avoided the place as much as possible.
The music blared as she entered the bar and searched for one of the men from the club. One of Kenny’s henchmen sat at the end of the bar, swigging back a beer while he watched the waitress’ ass as she bent over to pick up something from the floor.
Riley approached the man, drawing his attention.
“I need to speak to Kenny,” she said firmly.
“You got his number, call him,” he said as he turned to watch the waitress lean over to grab a beer, showing her ample bosom.
“It got wet. This might surprise you, but when you’re forced into the rain, it happens,” she snarked.
The man’s eyes narrowed on her, trying to intimidate her. Riley refused to give him the satisfaction.
“Fine. Don’t call him. When I inform Kenny you ignored my request, you can explain how you were distracted by her ass,” she said, nodding toward the waitress.
The biker scowled as he took out his phone.
“Yo, Kenny. The girl’s here. Says she needs to speak to you,” he informed his leader.
The biker listened to whatever Kenny told him and hung up. “He says I’m to bring you to the clubhouse.”
Riley waited while he finished his drink and grabbed his keys. If the damned bikers didn’t have her sister, she’d refuse to go with him. Riding with a biker who drank and drove went against every fiber of her soul due to her father’s love of alcohol.
He slid off the barstool and sauntered toward the exit, not caring if she followed him. Riley climbed onto the back of his bike, securing the backpack around her shoulders. She clung to his jacket as he drove out of the parking lot and headed toward the rundown, abandoned building they used as a clubhouse.
When they finally arrived, Riley jumped off the back and headed to the front door. Kenny rose from his chair, which sat high on a raised ledge, making him appear like a king peering down at his lowly subjects. His gaze slowly scanned her as Bernice followed beside him, clutching his arm.
“Did you find him already?” Kenny asked.
“I did better than find him. Let me see my sister,” she demanded.
“We didn’t discuss daily visitation rights. You insisted on calling me,” Kenny said smugly.
“Then I guess you don’t want to know what I found out,” she said firmly.
Bernice pulled on his arm, showing her impatience for the information. Kenny yanked his arm away and shoved her to the floor.
“You have five minutes, and you’d better make it worth my while, or I’ll take it out of your hide,” he threatened. “Stitch, get the girl,” he called over his shoulder.
The biker leered at her as he rose and went down the hall.
“I want to speak to her privately,” she said, drawing Kenny’s ire. “She’ll be coming home with me, and I want to assure her you’ll keep your end of the bargain.”
“You can use the corner over there,” he said, pointing toward an old jukebox sitting in a secluded area.
Tara twisted and struggled against Stitch’s rough handling as he led her down the hallway.
“Tara,” she called out.
Her sister stopped, and her eyes scanned the area desperately searching for her. When her eyes landed on Riley, Tara gasped and ran toward her. Riley grunted as Tara hit her full force, jarring her ribs.
“Listen to me,” Riley commanded. “I have the information they want. If they don’t keep their end of the deal, I want you to run. I’ll catch up.” She stuffed the envelope with her savings in the waistband of her sister’s shorts and tugged the shirt down. “Don’t go back to the apartment. It’s the first place they’ll search, and Dad may show up. Get to the bus station and wait for me.”
‘No. I won’t leave without you,” Tara insisted, tears instantly springing in her eyes.
“I won’t be far behind. We’ll stick to our plan and go to Corpus Christi. If I miss the first bus, take the second and wait at the bus station. There’s enough money to get a hotel room with your fake ID. I’ll be there in a day or two at the most. I lucked out. The man they wanted me to find works for Serenity Ranch. He accidentally found me, and I got the money.”
“Then why do we need to run?” Tara asked innocently.
