“Got the drone up and from some of the new videos, there’s a patch of land that could be used as a landing field on the far end of the property.Not sure completely, but that’s what it looks like,” he fills in with pictures.
“Fuck, this is a lot of area to cover.”I slide my fingers through my hair and pull at the roots.“What if they’ve already moved her?”
“If she’s there, we’ll find her,” Stone tries to assure me.“If she’s not, we’ll torture the shit out of each one of ’em until they tell us where she is.”
I nod, rolling my shoulders back.I’ve got a rush of energy, and I’m ready to fuck this place up and leave no stone unturned.
Raegan bursts through the clubhouse door with photos and a tablet in hand.
“It’s a small plane landing strip,” she comes over to us.She’s wearing yoga pants and a tight tank top, showing off her baby bump.A form of jealousy strikes me in the chest at not being able to see my woman going through all the stages of pregnancy like Stone and Raegan have.“A plane just landed within the last five minutes.About a dozen or more men got off, all strapped to the teeth.”
She hands Stone the device, and we look over the photos.
“Seems to me that a lot of shady shit can be flown under the radar when you don’t have to report to air traffic control or customs,” Hawk mentions what we all are thinking.
“Question is, what the fuck are they bringing or picking up?”Reaper asks.
“We’re about to find the fuck out,” Stone snarls and takes off.
We hustle back into the clubhouse as Reaper lets out a loud whistle getting everyone’s attention.The room quiets as Stone gets up on a lifted platform where our club whores dance.
“Everyone’s been told what their part is so stay with it.Our goal is to exterminate these bastards from our town.”The sound of shouts agreeing with him echo against the walls.“Keep an eye out for Havoc’s Ol’ Lady.She’s very pregnant and might be injured, we aren’t sure.Your cut should be noticeable at all times so that she won’t confuse you with the enemy, and so we can tell ourselves apart from them.”He pauses for a second.“This is just one of many throughout the country, and we plan to do this to each one.Be careful because there are women and children on the property that are innocent.”He pauses for a moment.“But do what you have to do.”
Stone spends the next few minutes making sure everyone knows where to be and to communicate through our radios.
“We’re with you, Brother,” Bullet, the president from our Tucson, Arizona Chapter, chimes in and the others follow suit.
The energy in the room is electric as the men bounce with anticipation of a fight.
“Let’s get this done then,” Stone calls out, and the men cheer.“NO ROAD BACK!”
“NO ROAD BACK!”the room echoes back our chapter’s motto.
Ithink it’s day three of being in the bunker, but I’m not sure.James lets me out for a little bit of time each day.Usually it’s when the men who regularly guard me are on their lunch break.This is the third time he’s let me out, so I assume it’s day three.I have to admit it’s a nice change from being locked away in the tornado shelter for weeks at a time.
“You feeling okay today?”he asks as we sit in the shade of the overhang of the wooden building that looks like an outhouse.
My hand goes to my stomach, and I rub my little blessing who is finally taking a nap.Judy makes sure to send over real food that I love and crave.I haven’t seen her, but I know she’s the one making it, because she leaves little notes of encouragement on the napkins with the meals.She’s found me some prenatal gummies, and I hope that this baby boy isn’t affected badly since I’m starting them so late.
“The bigger I get, the more uncomfortable it’s been,” I tell him honestly.
“That’s the same thing a foster mom told me once,” he says as he looks out over the massive farm.
“You were in foster care?”His admission surprises me, but I suppose it shouldn’t.He’s only seventeen.
“Yeah, ’til about a year ago when I was finally adopted,” he tells me, and I watch as his shoulders slump down.“Thought I found my forever home but got put here in this hellhole instead.”
“Try being raised from birth in it,” I mumble.
“One more year and I’m getting the fuck outta here.”He startles as he realizes that he’s said it out loud.“I…mean?—”
For the first time in I don’t know how long, I burst out in a laugh at his words.“I felt the same way.How do you think I ended up here having to be watched?”
“You tried to leave?”
“I did, but they found me,” I tell him.
“What are they gonna do to you?”
