Wonderfully Wrecked (Reckless Bastards MC 4)

“I’m sorry, Lasso but I had to do it this way. I couldn’t risk anyone else getting hurt. Are the girls all right?”

She sounded small and worried and I hated that. Rocky was at her best when she was strong and vibrant and lively.

“They’re fine, Rocky. Come back here now, please.”

She sighed. “I can’t, not yet. This won’t end any other way Lasso, you know it, too. Genesis wants to meet and I’m about five minutes away from the meeting spot but knowing him it’s more like three. Did Jag get the data I left?”

“We got it, Rocky. Just keep your phone unlocked.”

“Already done. You’ll be able to hear everything. I won’t be able to hear you, so I’ll say anything else you need to know. I sketched out a quick plan on the other side of those blueprints. It’s short but if you can get into position in eight minutes it just might work.”

Jag was already flipping over the plans, but my mind was racing. “What plans? Fuck!”

“Sorry Lasso but I couldn’t let you talk me out of this. Be mad when this is over. Baby and I need you focused.” She was right dammit but that didn’t mean I had to like it, listening as she entered the fucking lion’s den on purpose. “I gotta go.” She ended the call.

I turned to Jag. “Tell me this is gonna work.”

He nodded, sketching out a few things next to Rocky’s notes. “Yeah, it’s gonna work but we need three more men. At least.”

“I’ll get’em,” Cross said easily, shocking the hell out of me.

“How about one fucker big enough for three?” Savior nudged between me and Cross, bringing with him an unexpected arrival.

“Gunnar! Man, shit! How the fuck are you?” I couldn’t hide my happiness that our VP was back. Gunnar was funny a

nd fair, a shit starter with a soft spot for damsels in distress. I was as close to him as I was to Jag but he’d been dealing with the death of his mother and some other personal things lately. Now that he was back, I couldn’t deny my pleasure at his timing.

“I could be better, brother and once we get your girl back, we can drink all about it.” He grinned and turned so we could see the chubby ball of black hair and blue eyes in his arms. “For now, say hi to Maisie. My sister.”

I blinked at his confession, but I couldn’t help but smile at the little drooling bundle. “Well, shit, I guess we do have plenty to drink about.”

“Okay guys listen up,” Jag called out. “We now have six and half minutes to get into position.” He handed out comms as he spoke. “She chose an outdoor location at the southwest side of the property where those small hangars still stand.” He rattled off all the notes Rocky had left about how many men she expected Genesis to bring with him, their types of guns and shooting ability.

Savior stepped forward with a smile at the same time Stitch came out with vests for us all. “Not that I don’t trust Rocky, but I think it’s better to go in over-armed. A lot can change in a couple years.”

He was right, then again Savior was the Sergeant at Arms and he knew his weapons. “A couple of the prospects are bringing out shit. Take what you need fast and let’s get the fuck going.”

That was Savior, short and sweet when he needed to be.

“I’ll get Rocky,” I told Savior, my eyes serious. My demeanor didn’t allow any fucking argument.

“That’s fine. I’ll kill a motherfucker who gets off on threatening pregnant chicks.”

God, I fucking loved my club.

Chapter 23

Rocky

Nerves. They were a son of a bitch, wreaking havoc with my ability to think logically or breathe normally. I could hear noise in the distance, the hum of a motor and footsteps on gravel. Genesis, the bastard. Of course he hadn’t come alone. I didn’t expect he would, which is why I took the extra time to ensure my safety as much as I could when dealing with a raging fucking lunatic.

To make matters more intense, I had no idea if my cavalry would be Lasso and Jag or an actual cavalry of men who would kick ass, shoot bullets and make Genesis and his Killer fucking Aces regret they’d crossed the border into Nevada. I had no idea and I wouldn’t until it was too late, so I really hope I didn’t misplace my trust.

“Rochelle, looking good. A little fat for my tastes, but good.”

His voice came from straight ahead and I stopped, looking up to see where he was. It was difficult to see because his SUV lights were shining bright. “Wish I could say the same.”

“Had to make sure you listened this time. I know listening has always been difficult for you.” His sickening sneer made me wish I’d come with something other than a small gun strapped to my thigh.