Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance) (6 page)

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the amount of sex we had – which was a lot, given her raised sex drive – Sarah had grown frustrated with how slowly we were making headway on the case. I hadn’t heard from my Outlaw yet, and her own efforts were turning up little to zilch.

While she was taking a drive to clear her head, Hannah and I spent a little while kicked back in the Devil’s Dragons headquarters bar and drinking a few beers.

I hadn’t really thought much about it before, but Sarah and Hannah were the two most important women in my fucking life. It was nothing short of a goddamn miracle to have them both back with me at last.

“That might be the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever heard, little brother,” Hannah smiled as she clinked beer bottles with me.

“I mean it,” I replied.

She chuckled, placing the lip of the beer bottle back to her mouth. After a quick swig, my sister patted me on the thigh. “Yeah, well… here’s to family reunions. May we never be far apart again.”

I raised my beer, but her words began to nag at me… I felt like it was time to rip off the bandage and get down to things.

“Hannah… why
did
you leave?”

Her eyes darkened for a moment, and she turned away with a sigh. “Hunter… we’ve talked about this…”

“You told me you had to go
find yourself
.”

“And I did,” she responded coolly.

“I know that there’s more to it than that – I haven’t seen you in eight years. Hannah, I lost both you and Sarah around the same time… months apart. I need to know why.”

Hannah’s shoulders fell, her hair falling to shield her face from me. When she turned back, her eyes were as cold as steel.

“The cartel changed me, Hunter. The things that I saw, the things that I knew were going to happen to me… I’m not the same girl you remember from when we were growing up.”

“Bullshit,” I told her.

“Excuse me?” She looked offended.

“You’ve been here almost a week, Hannah. I’ve had
plenty
of time to see who you are.”

I reached forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. “You’re tougher now, hard-edged, but you’re still the same goddamn woman you were before they got you.”

Her eyes focused on mine, piercing down into my very soul. I watched her search for any gap in my convictions until she finally pulled back, taking another swig of beer.

“You mean that, don’t you?”

“I do,” I replied.

She glanced down. “Maybe I’m not as convinced as you are, Hunter…”

“That’s okay,” I smiled softly, patting her on the shoulder. “I took care of you before, and I can do the same now. You will always know where to find me when you need me.”

“I can take care of myself now,” she grinned, a pinch of her old mischievousness slinking back into her eyes.

“Is that so?”

“Want me to prove it?”

I waved forward. “Be my guest.”

Hannah downed the rest of her beer and stood up, her boots hitting the floorboards hard. She scanned the room for the toughest looking biker around, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Let’s spar. You and me.”

The biker glanced up. His name was Victor – he was with us on our ride into Juarez. This man trusted me with his life, and I trusted him with mine…

“Boss?” He glanced over my way. I could see the concern on his face. He wasn’t looking to hurt a woman.

I raised my glass. “I think maybe you should humor the girl…”

Victor climbed off of his bar stool and gave Hannah a quick smirk. “A spar? What, you into street-fighting?”

“I like punishment,” Hannah shrugged. “Just promise you won’t go easy on me.”

I followed the two of them outside, still swirling half my beer while the rest of the Dragons exchanged glances and trailed behind. They fanned out in a half-circle around the front of the bar as Victor and Hannah took the center, a few strides apart.

Standing along the center of the circle, I took another swig from my beer bottle.

“Alright, sweetheart, let’s see what you can–”

She dove forward with a punch, hitting Victor along the jaw. He staggered back half a step before shaking his head and dodging a quick jab.

“You’re tougher than you look!” He laughed.

“Shut up and fucking hit me,” Hannah grinned impishly, fists up, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet.

Victor glanced over my way.

“She’s a big girl,” I shrugged. “Take her out. When she double-taps, that’s it.”

“If you say so, boss,” my Dragon grinned as he assumed a relaxed stance, fists raised at the ready.

“You’re never going to hit me like that.”

“No?” Victor chuckled. “I’ve been in more brawls than you can imagine, little girl.”

“Then you’ve had plenty of time to learn the wrong form,” Hannah smiled. “Looks like years of bad practice under your belt. You’ve got pretty fucking terrible posture.”

“You’ve got spunk, kid,” Victor chuckled.

Hannah didn’t back down, and simply smiled.

“Go ahead. Try and hit me.”

Victor ignored her goading and stayed defensive, waiting for her to try to lash out again. He began circling around, and she followed suit, until they were two animals prowling a cage.

“Well, this is interesting…”

“Dammit, Grizz!” I flinched, not realizing my quiet, solemn second-in-command was at my side. “You’ve always fucking sneaking up on me like that! Give a fucker some warning…”

He ignored my complaints, his pale eyes focused straight ahead on the two sparring partners. “She’s not wrong. Her form
is
better. Your sister knows what she is doing.”

“You think so?” I turned forward again.

“Hannah is going to destroy him. You should call this off.”

“If she’s as good as you seem to think,” I smiled confidently, “then I have got to see this shit for myself.”

Grizz shook his head.

Victor abandoned the defensive tactics and dove forward with a quick jab. Hannah dodged effortlessly, switching to defense, and allowed him to throw a few more punches her way.

The biker hopped backwards, but Hannah matched his moves and hopped forward, launching a strong kick to his abdomen that winded him in an instant.

The Devil’s Dragons rose in a cacophony of cheering and jeering. Most of them were panning Victor, while a small vocal minority had taken up behind Hannah.

“You
kicked
me?”

“I said ‘sparring,’” Hannah clarified with a smile. “Didn’t say you had to keep with the punches. Next time, try listening.”

Victor staggered to a stand and steeled himself, waiting to see what she’d do next. When she relaxed, a wicked smile crossing her lips, he started breathing a little heavier to reclaim his lost oxygen.

“You can give up
now
, you know.”

The biker chuckled wearily. “Giving up after one solid hit? Not a chance.”

“Your loss, either way,” she chuckled.

Victor gave a shout and charged forward, taking Hannah by surprise. They crumpled down to the ground, but Hannah wound up on top, throwing a few punches to his head.

The biker brawler deflected, defended, and absorbed a few hits before taking a few solid ones. Fueled by pain-soaked anger, he drove a fist into her chest, returning the favor and separating her from his body.

“Damn!” She groaned, clutching her stomach as he slowly crawled to a stand. Hannah was one step away from curling up on the floor as the crowd descended into more cheering, although they couldn’t make their minds up.

“You still think she’s a shoo-in?” I asked Grizz.

“Watch,” he replied cautiously. “Look at her. She’s already won.”

I glanced over at my sister, although I wasn’t seeing whatever he was. If anything, I saw her in pain, and was tempted to call it all off right there and then.

Until…

“Kick me,” my sister groaned stubbornly.

“Hmm?” Victor asked, confused.

It was clear that he was still recuperating from the blows she’d delivered to his head.

“I told you to
kick me
,” Hannah groaned again, lifting her face from the earth.

There it was.

In her eyes, there were the flames of defiance. Whatever she had in mind, it was going to cost him if he accepted the opening…

Victor laughed, taking a step forward.

If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have never believed it. It happened so goddamn fast: Victor swung his foot back in a long but quick arc, delivering a punishing boot to her ribs…

But that didn’t happen.

As he swung his foot back, she pushed up from the ground, and as his foot swung forward she latched her arms to his leg and carried his momentum a foot or two higher…

High enough to send him straight onto his ass.

Victor dropped as Hannah fell to the ground on top of him, rolling quickly away. Filled with anger and adrenaline, the biker propelled himself up to his feet…

…Just in time for Hannah to have already gained her footing and jump into a spin-kick, delivering a heavy, powerful blow to the side of his head.

Victor blacked out on the spot, dropping to the earth with a definitive
thunk
as the crowd went completely wild.

Several of the bigger bikers moved forward to pull their fallen friend from the ground as Hannah flipped her hair out of her face and cast me a quick glance.

“Told you, little brother,” she smirked victoriously. “I know how to take care of myself.”

“Jesus, Hannah, that was some
Matrix
bullshit…”

The bikers parted as she walked by, taking the beer from my hand. “You wondered where I’ve been for the last few years? I’ve been busy… learning to keep anyone from doing what
they
did to me ever again. I’ve picked up a some martial arts, marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat with and without a weapon…”

“No fucking kidding,” I smiled proudly.

She smirked again, stepping back into the bar while the others followed suit. A few of my Dragons looked almost scared of her, while most just looked impressed.

“Your sister is a bonafide badass,” Ricochet told me, clasping me on the shoulder. “No
wonder
you’ve been trying to find her all these years…”

I grinned a quick response as he swept into the crowd of bikers strolling inside, helping to carry Victor’s limp form, but my smile faded when I made eye contact with Grizz.

My solemn, insightful second-hand man had been quietly observing Hannah. When his pale eyes turned back my way, I didn’t like what I saw in them.

“What’s the matter?” I asked him the moment we were alone. “What do you see?”

“Bad things,” he shook his head.

I crossed my arms. “Might want you to give me a little more to go off of than that…”

Grizz sighed heavily. “I’m not sure I like this one… Kin or not. She’s keeping secrets. You need to be
watching
her.”

“If you were anyone else Grizz, I’d put a fist through your face for saying that,” I told him, “but I value and trust your judgment. Keep an eye on Hannah for me, but you’d better fucking respect her while you do it. She is my sister.”

“Duly noted,” Grizz replied.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket as my boot hit the first step back into the bar, and I paused to dig it back out.

“Hunter here,” I replied coolly.

EagleEye’s voice came down the line. “Hunter, I finally have the information that you were looking for.”

Relief washed over me. “Damn, am I happy to finally hear from you. No offense to your skills and all, but I’m honestly kind of surprised it took you this long.”

“It wasn’t as easy as you led me to believe.”

“What, cracking into the port?”

“That part was fine,” she quickly clarified. “Their infrastructure is as antiquated as any I’ve ever seen. Accessing their filing systems was a cakewalk. It was the container itself that represented… problems.”

I glanced up towards the open doorway to the bar, noticing the noise that was still happening. Suddenly, Grizz stepped into view. When he saw the look on my face, he merely nodded and closed the door behind himself.

“Gotta admit, your tone doesn’t exactly inspire confidence,” I responded quickly. “What kind of
problems
did you run into?”

“The name of the container was a forgery.”

“Figures.”

“Half the time I spent working this was determining that proof. The other half was following it up the chain.”

“Up the chain?” I asked. “What are we talking about here? Are there a lot of people on this? An organization, maybe?”

“No organization,” EagleEye calmly confirmed, “but a lot of mystery. Whoever owns that container wants nobody to find them under any circumstances.”

“What are you telling me?” I asked.

EagleEye sighed deeply. “Hunter, I haven’t seen this kind of security over a single box before. Whatever is in that thing can’t be good.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“It probably is,” she replied. “There was nothing in the records indicating that it had ever been opened. There isn’t a soul in that port that knows what’s in there, or who owns it.”

“But you know,” I pressed forward. “You followed it up the chain. You know who owns that thing.”

“I do,” she replied. “And maybe that should be the end of it. You can hang up right now and I’ll forget you ever asked about that container.”

“My girlfriend is chasing after this thing. I’ve got to know what we’re dealing with here, and how deep this shit goes.”

“Is that your final answer?”

“This isn’t a fucking game show,” I told her, starting to lose my patience. “Are you going to give me a goddamn name or not?”

The line went quiet for a moment.

“Soroka Sarkonov.”

My vision went fuzzy in an instant, and I became very,
very
aware of my breathing.

Oh god, no.

“I take it that you grasp the gravity of your situation now.”

“Yeah… I’ve only heard stories, but the few times that name came up were in some
very
dark circles,” I replied.

“Whatever stories you know, I can probably confirm them,” my associate replied over the line.

“I understand Soroka Sarkonov to be one of the deadliest and most dangerous international arms dealers in the world,” I told her. “Death and destruction follows that goddamn name. She’s so far up the fucking food chain I thought she was a myth.”