Wrench - Steele Riders

“Fine. What park?”

“You better come alone. If I scent your lap dog and his thugs, I’ll kill this bitch. Don’t fuck with me, Mackenzie.”

“If you rape her, deals off. Understood?”

“I told you it’s you I want. Come alone and she goes free.”

“Fine. What park? Or am I going to have to take a fucking guess.”

“Drive to Paxton. There’s a park you hung out with your roommate at.”

“How do you?”

“I’ve known all along where you were at. You’re lucky that asshole got there before I did. I set up your car to fail. Your damn uncle delayed my trip back to Steeleville or I would have taken you like I planned. I hope that fucker taught you how to use that little mouth and pussy. I don’t expect a shy little flower.”

“You are so crude. I need a car to get there, so I need some time. I can swipe his truck while he’s working.”

“You have an hour.”

“Fine,” she sighs, hanging up.

“That was great, Mac.”

I lift her up and hold her in my arms. “I don’t want you to do this.”

“Hey, we have the guys in Paxton there. They owe us.”

“Maybe we can call it in or at least give them a head’s up.”

“I’ll call Butcher,” Boomer says, stepping away from us.

Cyber adds, “The police are on the way to her uncle’s residence to check on his supposed death.”

“Are you okay, Mackenzie?” I whisper against her ear.

“You won’t let him hurt me, will you?”

“Of course not. I’d die before I’d give you up to him. Several of the guys can drop him from a distance.”

“Okay. I just got off the phone with Butcher. They’re ready and he’s in the area.”

“Yeah. I have him marked in the center of town. Is that the park?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s run through our plan.”Chapter 12MackenzieWith every mile, I feel my tension ratchet up another level. My phone rings, and it’s Johnny. “Hello, kitten. I missed you. Tell me where you’re at now.” I shiver in revulsion and fear. I knew he thought I was attractive, but I never understood his true desires. I can’t believe I never noticed the full magnitude of his obsession until now.

Gaining control of my emotions, I puff out my chest as if he can see my strong demeanor and say, “It’s Mackenzie, and I’m six miles away.”

“Good. Turn into the gas station in Paxton. I’ve changed my plans. I want to meet there.”

“What are you planning? I don’t trust you.” I remind the bastard. He has a sick obsession with me. I’m surprised it took him all this time to finally come after me when he knew where I was the entire time.

“Do you want this broad back or not?”

“She’s not going back with me, so I don’t know what you’re gonna do with her.”

“I’m going to leave her there. She can find another ride. There’s a biker gang who looks a lot tougher than those fuckers you deal with. These guys might be interested in giving her more than a ride.” Vanessa cries out and I’m betting he has her trapped in the back seat from the sounds. “Shut the fuck up you dumb bitch.”

I’m hoping it’s the biker gang that Boomer was talking about that Johnny mentioned. God, I hope they know what they’re doing. I pull into the gas station and see two bikers who look a lot rougher than the Steele Riders. They’re patched up and gruffer. I can’t picture these guys in suits like I’ve seen many of the Riders in. I don’t get out of Simon’s truck until I see Johnny get out of his vehicle.

“Where is she?”

“She’s being held until you keep your end of the bargain.”

“Really? I’m supposed to believe that?” His eyes dart to the truck, looking to see if anyone’s with me. When it seems calm enough for him, he begins moving closer to me. I get a wink from one of the bikers and then as planned, I run to their side.

“Please help. Please help me,” I cry out, hoping that we’re not being played.

“What’s up, sweet thing?” the biker with a tank patch on his leather vest, says.

“He’s got my friend and he’s trying to kidnap me too,” I plead.

The other guy with him interrupts after polishing off his beer can and tossing it. “If we help you out from the big bad guy what do we get?”

“I don’t know. What do you want?” That immediately sets Johnny off, and he pulls out his gun, but before he can get a round off. Another weapon is pointed against his head. It’s an older man with similar patches as the other two. Suddenly, Johnny’s being surrounded by squad cars. Police from Steeleville and Paxton pull up and jump out with their guns trained on him. The older man lowers his weapon and holsters it as he steps back.