There was a conspicuous pause.
“No, Hunter, I’m don’t,” I replied as coolly as I could. “I get it. You don’t want me working on the case. But you don’t have to make up some shit about scary arms dealers to try and prove a point.”
“Sarah,” he growled down the phone, “I want you to listen very carefully to me…”
“No, Hunter, it’s time that you listened to me,” I retorted angrily. “I have put everything – EVERYTHING – on this case. Do you think it’s easy for a private eye to find work when they ran a quick, week long stint as a detective?
“I struggled to just get my foot through the door on this one. I need you to understand something: this is it. I have to find that container. I’m being paid one hell of a lot of money to do it, and there are more jobs coming if I can pull it off. I’m going to make a life for myself after the fallout from Juarez. This is my chance.”
“Princess, you’re not thinking straight–”
“No, this is the straightest I’ve thought in a long time,” I bitterly cut him off. “When you left my life, I threw myself into police work. I ground myself to the bone to build up my career, and the second I got promoted into being a detective, you came back into my life.”
“You came to me,” Hunter countered, trying to stop my momentum. “Just like you stood there and let me leave without you, in the middle of a goddamn police raid led by your father–”
“DON’T,” I lashed out. “Don’t you dare... I threw my entire career out the window on my first detective case to help you, and I–”
“You helped me save the lives of fifteen girls that nobody knew about, and the three missing cheerleaders you were sent to find, Sarah. Are you forgetting how important that is? You even found the plans we’ve been using to cripple the rest of the cartel!”
“I’ve just become a private investigator… I had to work for months to build myself up and find a case to take… and the first one I land, here you are, trying to force me to give up…”
When Hunter responded to that, his voice was flush with surprise, betrayal, and bitter disappointment.
“If it’s between you dying in a puddle on the fucking floor or living to help me raise our child, then yes, I’m asking you give up yet another career…”
My chest swelled with indignity.
He continued angrily: “I know you want your independence, but you’re pregnant. You don’t need to be out there doing shit like this! What if you get hurt? What will you do if you lose the kid?
“I can take care of you! We can take care of you. I love you, Sarah. I’ve always loved you. And I’ll always take care of you and the baby…”
My boiling point was met, and everything I’d held in all this time came roaring out.
“Can you, Hunter? Can you really take care of us? Because the last time I checked, not only did you not have any kind of remotely stable situation, but you willingly throw yourself into danger against the kinds of people better left to fucking INTERPOL!
“What if you’d died during that fight against Viboras Verde? What if you died when you attacked them the first time, the one eight years ago?”
“Sarah, don’t do this,” Hunter replied, trying to cut me off, but I wasn’t done.
“You and your club fly around the desert, no place to call home, and you lead a small army of thugs and criminals. What happens when they get police attention, and the finger gets pointed your way? Or when the peace breaks, and civil war opens up? What about when your little club draws the wrong attention and you spend more than a couple of nights in prison? You can’t keep us safe, Hunter. I’m an idiot for even thinking you could. I’m not letting my child grow up in a motorcycle club one step away from the street…
“Sarah,” he said again.
“Don’t you dare ‘Sarah’ me. I can’t count on you, Hunter. I need my independence so I can care for this baby no matter what happens to you. I couldn’t care less if the stupid goddamn crate belonged to Satan, Prince of Darkness… I am pursuing this case, with or without you… and if you decide to make it without, then don’t you dare try to stop me.”
The silence on the phone line filled the air with something heavy and toxic. For a moment, I almost regretted snapping so viciously at him…
Panic grasped at my lungs.
What the hell had I just done?
“Fuck you, Sarah,” he growled.
My world came shattering down.
“Hunter… I…”
“I have done nothing but try and keep you safe, ever since we were stupid fucking kids,” Hunter snarled down the phone. “You were so desperate to follow me down this path, and I tried to stop you. It broke my fucking heart. I’m telling you that you can’t keep looking for this container. Let me put you in a safehouse and I’ll handle this shit.”
The phone was quivering in my hand against my face. At first it was fear, but now it was anger.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
My patience had run out.
With him…
With this…
I was done with everything.
“Sarah, if you don’t drop the case–”
“I’m not dropping the case, Hunter,” I told him under no uncertain terms. “I’m going to Los Angeles, like I just said, with or without you. If you’re not man enough to support me and help me with Talon, then I’ll go myself.”
“Listen to me, Sarah. You have no idea what you’re doing,” Hunter pleaded down the phone. “I’m asking – begging–”
“Goodbye, Hunter.”
With an angry swipe of my thumb, I hung up the line. Moments later, my phone was on silent as I stepped out beneath the hot El Paso sun.
It felt great to be in control.
It felt great to turn Hunter down.
Since he clearly wasn’t going to support my independence or my career, I would just have to prove him wrong and crack this case wide open by myself. Hannah was right. I needed to put this baby first and find that shipping crate.
If I was fast, I could be in Los Angeles by morning.
I turned the key in the ignition.
I hit the gas.
The rocks scattered behind the big wheels on the back of the Crown Victoria, and I was on my way towards this case, towards that port, and towards my fucking destiny.
Hunter
The entire gang roared around me as we rode hard onto the interstate, prepared for the long and difficult drive to Los Angeles. Thirteen hours of riding stood between the port and us; we would be left alone with only our thoughts for the long and harrowing journey.
I instructed my Dragons to bring weapons, just in case. Most of them packed pistols and handguns, although I spotted a few strapping shotguns over their shoulders. We had no idea what we were riding towards, but I wanted to be ready for anything.
We were going to be fucked if we ran into the local law on the way across a few states, but it was a gamble we were willing to take.
At least Hannah was still safe.
When I’d updated her on the news, she’d wanted to come along, but I wasn’t about to bring her into this shit. I offered to let her stay in the bar alone for a few days, not knowing when we’d be back, but she chose to say her goodbyes and hit the wind.
“You have enough to worry about,” she had told me.
“You focus on Sarah and the baby. Let me work on figuring out who the hell was sending us those letters. I’ll find you when I have answers. Don’t go getting yourself killed in the meantime.”
Just like that, Hannah was back out of my life for the foreseeable future, and I was freed up to concentrate on the matter of hands.
If my men had any qualms about following me straight to Los Angeles knowing the man we were going to face, they sure as shit didn’t show it.
Some of them remembered Talon. That night, there were only a handful of us left from the betrayal that decimated our club. We’d bolstered our numbers since then, adding another twenty plus men…
Good men…
Most of them had only hearsay of our enemy to go off of, but they stomached the stories and chose to accompany the rest of the gang in following me towards Hell. Fifteen minutes after I got off the phone with Sarah, we were riding west.
The fuckers were loyal as fuck.
They were my men, I was their leader, and that was apparently all that there was to it.
We were about an hour past Phoenix when I started thinking a little clearer. Nagging thoughts had been dragging me down:
What do we do when we hit Los Angeles?
What if we’re in for the long haul?
What happens if we have to stick around?
I decided on a small break to limber up the muscles – and to give my men a few moments without cradling rumbling, heavy engines between their legs. We pulled into a rest area and I gave them all fifteen minutes to piss and stretch.
My men had awesome stamina, but I knew that riding a bike for upwards of thirteen hours was exhausting. They would need rest before we went knocking on Talon’s door. There wasn’t any way that they could make it to the port in one straight go, and even if they did…