Fat Louise (Biker Bitches 2)

“Back off, lover boy. I’m going after her. Are you men going to help me or not?” She stressed the word men, letting them know it was an insult.

“Do we have a choice?” Viper asked snidely.

“No, but don’t worry.” She curled her lip. “I have a plan. Where’s Dean?”

“Probably hiding if he saw you,” Train said grimly.

“Get him. We’re going to need him,” Killyama ordered. “Knox, too. They will have the contacts we need to find Jane. Beth told us the strings he had to pull to find Lily when she went missing.”

“Anything else?” Train asked sarcastically, pulling his phone out.

“Yeah, you can shove that phone up your ass when you’re finished making those calls.”

Train lowered the phone to his side, his face turning cold. As he took a step toward her, Killyama held her ground. It wasn’t easy, and she found herself giving Razer extra kudos now that she was in his shoes. The easygoing Train she was familiar with had disappeared, and a man she hardly recognized stared back at her vengefully.

“We don’t do jobs for free. If you want our help, you’ll pay for it like everyone else.”

“What’s your price?” She placed her hands on her hips.

“I’ll let you know when I decide.”

“You’re just going to hold it over my head until you decide?” she snapped.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“No. Sucks, doesn’t it?”

Killyama felt a chill race down her spine. She had blackmailed The Last Riders into helping her by using their wives, and Train had turned the tables on her by blackmailing her into doing something she was sure as fuck she wasn’t going to like. For the first time, she felt a spark of attraction for the ladies’ man of the club. She had never been attracted to pussies. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

Chapter 10

The house was in ruins, its furniture broken and strewn around the small room.

“What are we going to do now?” Bailey snapped, glaring at her sister as if she was to blame for the house being destroyed. “It’s not safe to stay here now.”

Jane glared back at her ungrateful sister, wishing she could turn back time and reconsider her decision to rescue her. Her conscience came into play, though, remembering those women she had freed. If one had escaped, it had all been worthwhile.

“Be quiet,” Cade ordered. “We’ll stay here.” He moved away, cautiously walking farther into the room and stepping over pieces of broken glass. “They’ve already searched here, so they have no reason to come back.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” The man held his hand out. “How you been, Cade?”

“Doing well, Felix. You?”

Felix kicked a broken lamp toward a stone wall. “I’ve been better.”

Cade laughed. “I’ll make it up to you for your trouble.”

Felix stared at Bailey and Jane. “Pay’s good?”

“I’ve had worse paying jobs,” Cade acknowledged. “But I’ve had easier ones, too.”

“Too much to handle?”

“One’s a chore, two’s a bitch.” Jane had a feeling of which one he thought was the bitch.

Felix laughed. “You two hungry?”

“Yes,” Jane admitted.

“How can you be hungry at a time like this?” Bailey turned an aggravated glance at her.

“Why shouldn’t I be hungry? I wasn’t the one who had to run away in the middle of the night from a husband who kidnaps and rapes women.”

“See what I mean?” Cade broke into the budding argument.

“Si, Amigo. I will feed them then find some whiskey for us.”

“I’d appreciate any help I can get.”

Jane almost snapped at him, but then decided not to confirm that she was the bitch. Instead, she found a broom in the kitchen and began sweeping up as Felix fixed the food.

“You don’t have to do that,” Felix protested.

“I don’t mind. I like keeping busy.” Jane straightened the room as best she could, piling the smaller, broken pieces into the trashcan and making a pile of the larger pieces in the corner. Then she threw the destroyed couch cushions down on the floor for them to sit on.

Once Felix handed her and Bailey a plate with a sandwich and chips, both women sank to the cushions to eat their meal. Jane watched as Cade fixed his own sandwich, standing at the window to eat as he kept watch on the outside.

“I can’t believe you stuck your nose in my business,” Bailey complained in a low whisper. “You never could mind your own business, Fat Louise.”

“Your mother is worried sick, and so is Dad. I couldn’t watch them worry about you.”

“Always eager to help. When are you going to learn that, unlike those loser friends of yours, I don’t need your help?”

“My friends are not losers,” Jane denied heatedly.

“Why don’t you two shut the fuck up? Your big mouths are going to drive me nuts.” Cade dropped a couple of blankets down next to where they were sitting before sitting on one. “Get some rest. We’ll leave in a couple of hours. I want to get to our next stop before it gets dark again.”