Page 27 of Diesel

I nodded. “They grabbed Gigi when she went to the restroom, where we stopped to eat.” I waited for Trixie to speak up, but she didn’t. “That douchebag Charles arranged for the local MC to kidnap G and take her back to Arkansas.

“Makes sense,” Beast said. “But what doesn’t make any sense to me is the fact that Trixie is standing here with us. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I left my wallet behind,” I said, making a stupid mistake. I needed to figure out what Trixie was up to before I tried to throw her to the wolves. “She didn’t have anything else to do, so here she is.” I grabbed my wallet from the table and shoved it into my back pocket. “Let me go pay the bill, and we’ll get going.”

Trixie followed since the room was in her name. “Thank you,” she said.

“I know you’re fucking lying about something.” We entered the lobby, and the nasty guy behind the counter eating Cheerios ran my credit card. “If I find out I just saved your ass for something that will hurt the club, you won’t like what I have in mind for you.”

“I’m not lying.”

Dipshit behind the counter returned my card, and we left the office. “I had fun last night,” Trixie said.

I stopped. “Don’t think that will be a habit. Look, I’m sorry about your sister, but I didn’t do shit. We had some freaky ass sex, and that was it.” She smiled. “You’re both into some freaky ass stuff. You don’t mention last night to anyone, including Gigi. If she wants to do it again, that’s fine. But not a word from your mouth about it.”

I joined the others, dreading the claustrophobic ten-hour RV drive to Boston. I suspected too much talking and not enough listening to music.

Wendy sat up front with Brainiac. Gigi and Skittles were in the back, door closed.

“What the fuck did we walk in on?” Beast asked. “Not what I expected to see.”

“Shit just happens sometimes. I can’t fucking explain it.”

“How many died when you freed Gigi?” He knew it was too many.

“At least a dozen.”

“Security cameras?”

“No. I cased the place before I went in with guns blazing.” I glanced at Trixie. “She’s pretty good with a gun.”

“They found a dead waitress at the bar you and Gigi went to. That you?”

“Come on, Beast. You know I don’t kill women.” I left it at that because I wasn’t willing to give up Trixie yet. I would eventually because the club deserved to know.

We made it out of Kentucky by noon and started into the hills of West Virginia. Everything was going pretty well until we turned off the main highway and decided to see the countryside. Shit nobody knows about happens on the backroads of West Virginia.

Brainiac stopped at a small convenience store and topped off the gas tank. The rest of us went inside for snacks.

The shelves were lined with stuff none of us wanted. We found a few drinks and Twinkies that weren’t expired and then went to the register. Remembering the convenience store from a few days earlier, I looked around. Something wasn’t right. I felt eyes on me, heavy with evil. We paid, and I kept Gigi close as we left. Outside, six bikers were at the gas pumps.

We passed the bikers without speaking. I was sure they thought we were a bunch of pussies, since we were driving an RV. I climbed into the RV passenger seat and watched the bikers as we pulled away. They nodded at each other, and I knew.

“How soon can we get back on the highway?” I asked Brainiac.

Brainiac tapped the RV’s GPS and shrugged. “Maybe twenty minutes.”

“Can you make it ten?”

“What the fucks going on?” Beast asked.

I glanced in the mirror again, and the bikers were catching up. “Tell me you brought guns.”

Beast went to the back of the RV and pushed back the curtains. “The guns are in the fridge.”

“Fuck.” Brainiac slammed on the brakes. Six bikes and a van blocked the road ahead. “Now what?”

I went to the back. “There’s a van with the bikers behind us.”

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