“Calm the fuck down,” Killyama said. “We’re not going to run around these woods in the dark. Wait for the men.” Deputy Moore started moving. “What did he do to you?” She asked with a mean glint in her eye.
Winter stared at the woman holding the bat. “He almost beat me to death, left me outside all night on the ground. He didn’t finish the job so he was going to kill Lily and me.” Winter was shaking so badly, she had to hold on to T.A. to prevent herself from falling.
“You a friend of Beth’s?” Crazy Bitch asked.
Winter nodded, “I’m one of her bridesmaids.”
“We are too,” she said absently, staring down at the deputy who had managed to get to his knees. Shoving the gun into the waistband of her jeans, she held out her hand.
“I’m going to see that you all are arrested, assaulting a police officer…” Deputy Moore tried to put the fear of the law into the biker woman.
Killyama handed the bat to Crazy Bitch. “I’m going to show you assault mother fucker….” Crazy Bitch brought down the bat this time over his shoulder.
“I… am… going… to…. beat… the… shit…” each word was timed with a hit by the bat. The sounds of the bat striking flesh was drowned out by motorcycles. The loud sounds could be heard before they saw the lights turn the corner. Crazy Bitch stopped hitting the unconscious man to watch The Last Riders park their bikes close to Beth’s vehicle.
Viper got off his bike, running directly to Winter.
“What happened?” Trying not to let her hysteria get the better of her, she tried to remain calm enough to explain what had happened, then losing it completely when she told him about Lily.
Viper took command. “Sex Piston, take Winter and Beth’s vehicle back to Rosie’s. Don’t open your mouths about what happened. You never stopped. You came directly to Rosie’s after you left your home. Understand me?”
“You going to finish this mother fucker or do you need me to stay and help?” Killyama asked sincerely.
“I think we can handle this piece of shit from here. Go on to the bar, get drunk and have some fun, forget this happened.” Viper’s eyes bore into the biker bitches faces. Getting the message, they climbed back in their car, the tires screeched as Crazy Bitch floored the gas pedal.
“Razer call Beth, tell her what happened and not to tell anyone. You tell her we’ll find Lily. Winter, get in the SUV and go with Sex Piston, you need to keep Beth calm.” Sex Piston was behind the wheel before Viper finished talking. Winter shakily walked to the passenger door getting inside with Viper’s help.
“Find her, Viper,” Winter begged.
“Bet on it, pretty girl,” he said grimly. “You sure he’s the one who almost killed you?”
Winter didn’t hesitate, “Yes, I’m sure,” she said, closing the door without a glance at the man surrounded by The Last Riders.
Sex Piston did a U-turn before driving off in the direction of the bar.
“Cash, Shade, Rider, find Lily”. The men moved, each going to their bikes, pulling out what they needed before disappearing into the dark woods.
“Razer, Knox, Train, you’re with me.”
Viper walked over to the deputy who had wet himself when Killyama had started beating him. Viper squatted down next him.
“Call the Sheriff, tell him those women attacked me,” Deputy Moore cried, lying on the ground, staring up into a face staring stonily back at him.
“That was my woman you almost beat to death. She laid in a back brace for weeks having to have pads under her to take a piss. You left her on the fucking ground in fucking agony for hours, she had weeks of rehab just to move from the bed to her wheelchair.”
The deputy was now sobbing for mercy, Viper showed him none.
“You’ve just lived your last day…”
***
Cash, Shade, and Rider moved silently across the hillside, looking for a sign of which direction Lily went to give them a clue where she had run. Expertly, Cash shone his flashlight back and forth across the ground. They were lucky it took them less than fifteen minutes to find her first track. Moving apart a few feet, they began a search grid steadily working their way closer to her. Cash was familiar with the mountain, searching for areas it would be easier for her to run. It was Shade who found a ripped portion of her dress with blood on it. As he gripped it tightly in his hand, they moved forward, changing direction just slightly.
“We’re fucked,” Cash said, recognizing a marker.
“What?” Shade snarled.
“We’re on Porter land.”
“So?”
Cash shook his head squatting down by a tree. “She rested here, someone found her and she left with them in that direction.” He pointed at an area to their left.
“How the hell do you know all that?” Shade said, staring at the ground.
“Because whomever took her was riding a mud puppy. The good news is it left us a trail a blind man can follow.” Now that they had easier signs to follow, it didn’t take them long to come to the large house built into a clearing.