Rain Falls (19 page)

Zane shook his head and pointed at War. “You have done eleven jobs for me, how are you involved with them?”

War laughed and shook his head. “Fucker, I did those for the money, this last one, right when you called we knew who you were talking about, called our man Creed and told him and played your ass, you fuck head.”

“What? You played me? You are a…” Zane sputtered.

“Duh,” Rain said and stepped closer.

“Anything happens to me and the tapes…” he warned quickly.

“Yeah, about those,” Rick said. “Should have checked them out years ago, asshole.”

Angel had scrambled back to Zane and was standing next to him with her head up as she glared at Rain.

“Who gives a shit, call the cops, we will be out in an hour. You think you hold all the cards, you pissant bikers have no clue the power we hold. Judges, Senators, Generals, you are nothing. A biker whore,” Angel said.

“I so wanna shoot her right now,” Harmony snapped.

“Who said we are calling the cops?” Rain said quietly and Angel looked at Rick and then back to her shocked.

“Really?” Angel said. “You expect
me
to believe
you
will actually allow her to kill me?”

Zane looked at them and said, “Put those away, do you know how much money I am worth? I can set you up for life and not even blink. Now let’s get down to negotiations.”

“Who is doing it?” Creed said.

“Me,” Knight said.

“Me,” Charro said.

“Me,” Rain said.

“Uh,” Shady said. “I am pretty sure you all want to do it, and I understand, but seriously, we talked about this. Rain gets the call.”

“Babe,” Knight said. “Don’t want this on your soul.”

“Me either,” Charro said over Zane’s blustering.

“No one is killing anyone. How much is this gonna cost?” Zane said.

“Ahh, that is so sweet,” Rain said. “But, babes, trust me, I need this, they tried to sell me.”

“Yeah,” Knight said. “But still, you have history.”

“Bad history,” Rain argued.

Everyone listened to as the three bickered back and forth. Then Creed and Shady yelled at the same time, “Gun.”

They turned and fired, all of them. Later they could fight over who hit who.

“Damn,” Rick said. “That was close.”

“Nah,” Creed said. “Was watching them. They were trying to make it to the drawer where they had their guns, just wanted them to have them in their hands when they died.”

“But they aren’t dead,” Rick pointed out because they had both only been hit in the arm.

“Dad, we need him to sign a few things first, remember,” Rain laughed and Rick shook his head.

Angel was screaming and crying on the ground when Rain walked to her with her gun.

“You whore, everything you ever had was given to you by Mom, you didn’t deserve a fucking penny of it,” Angel screamed.

“I only want to know one thing before I end you,” Rain said quietly. “When you were selling those women, did you even think about them or their families?”

“Fuck you,” Angel spit out. “They deserved it, everything they got, all of them came on to men like bitches in heat, trying to get them in bed. They knew what they were doing and getting everything they wanted. All of them. You too, I was there you know. The night Zane drugged you and let those men fuck you. You moaned and groaned like you were loving it, so don’t for one second tell me you are better than I am. I am more powerful than you will ever think of being.”

Rain didn’t think, she just shot, and her half-sister was gone, dead. She stood up and turned around thinking she was going to feel something but she didn’t, she didn’t feel a damn thing other than relief.

“Compromise, you get him. Just get the documents so I don’t go to jail,” Rain said and walked to Charro and kissed him on the cheek and then turned to Knight and did the same thing. She heard Zane screaming at her, but Shady and the girls surrounded her and led her out of the room. When they got to the living room, and saw the carnage the men had already wreaked with Zane’s guards.

“You know this will take a while,” Shay said and looked around the room ignoring the blood and bodies.

“Yeah,” Abi said. “Hey, he has a bar.”

“Fuck yeah,” Harmony said and walked to the corner and looked. “The good stuff too, you know in these heels and dresses we should only be drinking the best.”

“Shit,” Bob said and lifted her dress and yanked down her pantyhose and ripped them off. “We deserve it all the time. Fuck that.”

Rain laughed, who would have thought after killing her demented half-sister she would laugh. But she was, and she finally felt free.

Treat looked around the room and smiled. Some of her friends were leaving today, and some of them were staying. It was time for her to move on from the past and figure out what the fuck she was going to do in the future.

“Are you going to be okay?” Shady whispered to her when she hugged her one last time before they mounted their bikes.

“Yeah,” Treat said. “Bob and Nike are gonna be here and Casey said that some of the others were ready to get this going. I think we are going to be fine here for a while. But don’t be given my spot away. I plan on being back soon.”

“You’ll always have a spot with us, no matter what,” Shay said and then kissed her on the forehead and turned where Harmony, Free, Abi, and Rose were waiting to give her a hug as well. She smiled, yeah, she would be here for a while, but they would always be home.

“We are four hours away, babe,” Freedom said as she stepped up and hugged her. “Call and we are here.”

Treat nodded and then Nike and Bob came up behind them and everyone began the hug fest. It took the guys whining and complaining before the last of them finally got on their bikes and in the trucks so they could pull out.

She turned and looked back at the group she would be living with for the next few weeks. Two men stood out, Stone and War were both staring intently at her and she ignored them. Fuckers were going to have to work for her forgiveness after they had fucked her over.

Casey stepped up and smiled. “Let’s show you the house you have been assigned, you are gonna love it. And maybe we can convince you to stay for a while and check out all we have to offer.”

Treat rolled her eyes and looked at Casey, she already knew the history between the two men and her best friend who had turned out to be a fucking lunatic. It still didn’t change things, they had fucked her best friend right in front of her; of course, they hadn’t known she had been standing there, they had been to focus on Trick. It had been the beginning of the end of their best friend relationship. She had lost a lot over the last year, and now it was time for her to gather her shit back together and move on.

The cell in her pocket rang and Treat rolled her eyes. It had to be one of the girls; they were probably making sure she hadn’t fallen apart. Sometimes they thought she was more fragile than what she was.

“I am fine,” she smiled into the phone.

“Brooke?” a weak woman’s voice said to her and Treat froze as her eyes went right to her friends.

“Who is this?” Treat said because no one called her Brooke anymore. And the only ones who would call her by her given name have not spoken to her in years.

“Brooke? It’s Jilly, I need help.” And Treat froze, her sister? Why would she call her now? Of course they all had her number, she always sent it in letters even though they had all gone unanswered, Treat always sent it every single holiday, birthday, anniversary, whatever.

“Jilly, why do you need help?” Treat whispered fiercely and instantly Nike and Bob were at her side, both leaning in to listen into the receiver as much as they could even though they didn’t know what was going on.

“It is bad this time, Brooke,” her sister whispered.

“Honey, I am not following, what is bad, what do you need help from?” Treat said softly.

“Supper was late, and the baby was crying. Lane needed to rest so he could get to work, but I wasn’t keeping it quiet enough.” She cried into the phone and Treat froze, what the fuck? Who was Lane? Of course, she didn’t know Jilly had gotten married, no one had told her. It was probably an edict from her father the bastard.

“Jilly, honey, calm down and tell me where you are,” Treat said.

“Home,” Jilly groaned as she cried. “Hurts so bad, I can’t get up.”

“Where is home?” Treat said urgently.

“Guy at the tattoo place said you were here. That is why I called, same trailer park we grew up in just three doors down. Mom and Dad are still here too but I can’t go to them,” Jilly whispered.

Fuck no she couldn’t. Her mother was a weak woman who let her husband beat their kids daily for stupid shit. Dammit, she was going to have to go back and face that shit, but there was no way she was leaving her sister with some asshole who beat her. They’d too much of that.

“I am coming, honey. Just gimme a few and I will be there, if anyone comes home don’t say I am coming, we will get you out,” Treat whispered.

“My son?” she cried.

“Him too, honey. If your husband…” Treat said.

“Not married, Lane is one of dad’s drinking buddies,” Jilly said and Treat closed her eyes, yeah, she knew how that had gone down. Fucking dick.

“Lady Riders?” Nike said and Treat nodded absently, but she was keeping her sister on the phone as long as possible.

Nike yelled at Casey who was already cuddling up to her man. “Bic, need you now.”

The woman was nothing if not perceptive. She jumped off Freebyrd’s lap and called to the other women who were still milling around and then came to them quickly.

“What is up?” she whispered.

“If you are serious about setting up a Chapter here, now is the time. You remember I told you we were going to work with women who are abused or recovered from trafficking?” Bob said and Casey nodded. “Looks like we have our first woman in need.”

Casey snapped her fingers and began barking orders to the women. The guys who were paying attention as well went on alert. Freebyrd and his Vice, Stone, stepped forward to Casey who began explaining what was going on.

Treat was calming talking into the phone to her sister when Stone saw her get still. He looked at War who was watching Treat as well and saw the change. He motioned and both moved to Treat who had moved to the corner.

“Jilly? Don’t say anything, just put the phone down, don’t hang it up, just put it down so I can hear. I am with you, honey,” Treat whispered.

War grabbed the phone and listened for a moment, his face turning grim as he heard a man in the background yelling.

“You stupid worthless woman, get your ass up and make me a sandwich,” the man yelled and he heard a grunt as if someone had been kicked again.

Stone and War threw the legs over their bikes and quickly started them. They didn’t have a lot of time, Treat’s sister was in trouble and they were going to help, even if she didn’t want their help, which was evident a few moments ago when she grabbed the phone back out of War’s hand and snapped, “Fuck off, this
is not
your concern.”

Yeah they fucked up. Two years ago, they had what they thought was a fairly good relationship with Treat. They were part of the Warrior Chapter in Nevada, so they partied together and always ended up in bed together. It was comfortable, and safe, no commitments, no hassle.

War and Stone hadn’t wanted anything steady; they had been more interested in establishing their lives. But one night Treat had been really drunk, both of them were sure she didn’t remember telling them that she was ‘falling in love’ with both of them and it freaked them out.

They talked about it and figured they would have to cut it off. They went and talked to Creed who told them about the opportunity in Oceanside to open a shop and they jumped at it. But then Treat would come to Cali on road trips, or they would go back and every time she’d assumed they were going to be together, and they had been stupid not to realize what they were feeling and allowed it to happen.

Then they totally fucked up. One weekend they went to Nevada on a road trip, before they went they talked about sitting Treat down and telling her they didn’t want what she did. But when they arrived, they had gone to the bar for some stupid reason and saw Treat dancing. Something they had always avoided. Seeing the men watching her and holding out cash had pissed them off. Especially when she seemed to love the attention.