Chapter 7
Sam, Val, and Sage were fitted up with wireless, transparent comm devices that were implanted in their ears, and the trackers downloaded to their phones.
“You sure you’re gonna be okay to do this?” Jesse asked Val.
Her eyes flashed with annoyance. “Sage will be with me. We’ve practiced for two days. I’ll be fine.”
Jesse turned to Sage, who rolled her eyes. “Chill, Jess. All she has to do is flirt and act like a bimbo and no one will pay her any mind.”
“Then she better turn down the attitude and turn up the sex,” he snapped.
Xander snorted and everyone turned to stare at him. He was on his laptop, making sure the comms were working.
“What?” he asked.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Jesse demanded.
“You,” Xander scoffed. “The woman lived in a cult. I think she can handle a few bikers.”
Jesse shook his head. “That’s different. I’m sure?—”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” Val interrupted.
Both Jesse and Xander turned to her and got a glare in return.
So much for being shy. He still wasn’t sure he bought her story about being a virgin, either. For the first time in a long time, Jesse questioned his ability to read if he was being played.
“Sage went over everything last night. I’m fine. I can do this,” Val insisted, her cheeks flushed. “Let’s get it over with.”
“If anything goes fubar, you call out the SOS code and we’re there,” Jesse insisted. “You got this.”
Val nodded and licked her lips. Jesse’s eye caught on the movement and his cock began to fill.
Shit. Not her. Not now.
Then Xander sauntered into the room with a cocky smile and those skintight jeans. There was no mistaking that Xander’s ego was as big as that cock of his. And when Xander smiled at Val, Jesse was now picturing them together. Suddenly, in his imagination, he was also in on the action, and holy fuck, he needed to shut that shit down tight.
Don’t think about the word tight. Val being a virgin and all, tight would be right. He cleared his throat, willing his dick to calm.
“We’ll be driving our SUVs, not our sleds, so we don’t attract any unwanted attention,” Jesse added and took out his phone, tapping on it. “There’s an old nickel mine that’s across the road. That’s our best vantage point without coming in too close.”
“Hopefully, Krypt don’t have guys on the lookout there. If this ring is as big as Sam claims, they’re gonna be watching the road and who’s coming and going nearby,” Xander commented as he sidled up next to Jesse. “That’s what we do.”
Val stepped up to his other side and that wasn’t helping his dick one bit.
Fuck, what were they talking about? Oh yeah, the Krypt.
“We’ll drive by. If there’re there, we move on and find the next closest landing spot. If not, we stake out there.”
“How much firepower should we bring?” Xander asked, his hot breath hitting Jesse’s ear.
He suppressed the shiver that ran through him. Until Val leaned closer, her body touching his arm. He could smell the vanilla in her hair and feel the weight of her tits.
“Shotguns, handguns, you name it.”
“Locked and loaded,” Xander chuckled but thankfully stepped away. “Fuck, I love when we do shit like this. Just the thought of it is turning me on.”
“Everything turns you on,” Jesse snapped. “Head in the game.”
“I’m always game for head,” Xander quipped.
Jesse turned to Val, who was flushed.
“There’s still time to pull out—” Jesse stared at her.
“You wouldn’t have to if you’d use condoms,” Xander responded.
“Knock it off, Xan.”
Jesse turned at Sonny’s sudden voice.
“Let’s hit the road. We wanna get their early,” Sonny added. “Scope things out. Dante’s going to drop Sam, Sage, and Val back at his place, we’ll also put a tracker on his car. The rest of you, round up in ten.”
Round up was when they had a club meeting before hitting the road.
Everyone would know their roles.
Dante, Sam, Sage, and Val left the clubhouse. Jesse and Xander headed to join the rest of the club to finalize their plan.
Three hours later, darkness was settling into the evening and Sam called to say he’d gotten the confirmation from the Krypt about tonight’s game. Jesse, Xander, Sonny, and Wyatt took one SUV and the remaining crew on on this job split up into the other cars. The guys left their cuts at home just in case they had to stop someplace.
Xander had his laptop and was testing the comms as they drove to Canley.
“Everything sounds great, I can hear them clearly. As soon as they’re in, I’ll enable the two way.”
They drove by the mine and didn’t notice anyone parked in or around it.
Jesse tapped his earpiece. “Jackson, it looks like we can park in here and out of sight of the main road.”
The gate was broken and the fencing near the perimeter the same. The place had been abandoned years ago but Jesse wondered why the property was sitting unused. Then again, after a mine closes, either you leave it and reclaim the land or start it up again. Reclaiming it took time, and not all investors had patience. Whatever the case, the place was uninhabited, and they would take advantage.
“I’m picking up something on the tracker,” Xander held his hand up and adjusted his earpiece. “Sounds like bikes. I think the Krypt have arrived. Get into the lot, now!”
Jesse pressed hard on the accelerator and drove into the yard. There were no lights anywhere and he hoped to hell the map he’d reviewed was right. From what he remembered, they had to make a sharp left upon entering. Otherwise, they’d end up driving to the edge of the cliff and the gaping basin of the mine.
“We’re in,” Jackson replied in Jesse’s ear.
They parked and killed the headlights. Sure enough, in the silence of the countryside, Jesse heard the rumble of bikes and cars in the distance. Now, all they had to do was listen, and wait.
For bikers, that was anything but easy.
Val
Sam was sweating so bad the whole car reeked of body odor.
Not that she could blame him. She was nervous too. But oddly enough, not as scared as she should be. Val always had belief in herself and that had never wavered. Whatever came her way, she found a way to survive. She stared at her hands, now cuffed together, as she sat in the back seat with Sage. Both women were cuffed and had a gag in their mouth. They had to make the Krypt believe that Sam had trapped both her and Sage and were offering them as a kind of extra payment for being late.
She glanced at Sage as they pulled up to a gated address. Sage nodded and Val understood. It was on.
A tough looking guy with tattoos all over face and hands came up and knocked on the car window, startling her. Then a flashlight was shone in the car. Val blinked as the blinding light hit her retinas. Then a loud knock on the window was followed by a gruff shout.
“Roll it down.”
Sam reached for the window button, and the window rolled down, cold air blowing over Val’s shoulders.
“Name,” the stranger demanded.
“Sam Jones. Colt’s expecting me.”
The biker nodded and turned the flashlight forward. “Drive up and park. Get out of the car and wait.”
Once they did, two more bikers appeared. Ones Val recognized. Golan and Colt. The guys from the diner.
“I know this bitch,” Golan pointed at Val. “But who’s the other one?”
“My other waitress,” Sam replied quickly. “Figured you could let me play another game tonight with the right incentive.”
Val blinked back unexpected tears as the men stared at her. Her shiver turned to shaking as they patted all three of them down. They spent extra time on her and Sage, and she tasted bile in her mouth when they ran their hands over her breasts. They removed the gags from their mouths but left the handcuffs.
“All clear.”
The bikers smelled disgusting, like cigarettes and stale beer.
“The money?” Golan asked Sam and held out his hand.
Sam pulled out an envelope and handed it over.
“You paid that pretty quick. Thought you needed more time?”
“I—” Sam pulled at his shirt. “I got a loan from a friend.”
“Really?”
“Please, there’s more,” Sam assured him. “Just let me play one more game. Please. I swear I’m good for it.”
Colt let out a chuckle that made all the hair on Val’s body stand on end. Her gut was screaming at her to run but she stayed in place, glancing at Sage.
“Let’s play then,” Colt nodded. “But after the game, the women stay with us.”
As Sam was led inside the building, Val and Sage were guided behind him, and down a set of stairs to the basement. It was cold and dank, reminding her of the bunker at the Hellraisers’ compound. She’d rather be back there and that said a lot. Jesse and Xander were rude and crude but at least they didn’t smell disgusting. Val was weary of the Hellraisers, but at the same time, she was pretty certain that they wouldn’t harm her. Which didn’t make any sense at all. A biker was a biker. They didn’t live by anyone’s rules but their own.
Someone finally turned on a light and Val could see clearly now.
When they entered the room, her eyes widened.
The room was packed with people playing cards and drinking. And snorting what she assumed was drugs, not to mention smoking. There were ten roulette tables with men and women crowded around, shouting, cheering, placing their bets.
Then Val heard the moans. There were people having sex in various parts of the room, in plain sight of everyone. Val was pretty sure her face was red hot by now and so much for playing it cool. The smell in here was just like the men – stale, musky, and overpowering.
“Welcome to the party. Hope you bitches are ready. Looks like quite the randy group tonight.”
Val gagged but didn’t throw up. Just barely.