Chapter 21

Greer

It’s been a month, four weeks, twenty-eight days since I heard Spook’s voice and the realization that I left thinking he’d left me for the heavens is heart stopping. But even if I’d known he was still alive, the only thing I would change was not giving Ryland the attention she deserved.

I still would’ve ended up leaving with the same task on my mind, ‘take Dimitri down.’

I’ve been working for Mad Dog, an undercover agent with the Feds for a little over three months. In that time, we’ve followed my mom and Dimitri. We have their schedule down pat and we’re just waiting for that one last damaging piece of evidence to put him down.

The plan is that the takedown will happen next Friday, that’s five days away. I get antsy with the anticipation of getting this done and heading back to my family, my baby and the man I love. Yes, I love Spook. I knew before he left on that trip to Dyson’s and I knew it tenfold when I thought he died the same day.

Mad Dog and I are currently camped outside of a youth hostel that Dimitri entered fifteen minutes ago. As much as I’d like to go in there and find out up-close-and-personal who he’s chatting it up with, I can’t. Even with my hair died auburn and the brown-colored contacts, it’s too much of a risk.

“How much longer do you think he’s going to be?” Mad Dog asks me.

Still looking through the binoculars, I reply. “I have no clue. I can’t even imagine who in a youth hostel would catch his attention.”

Mad Dog goes to speak, but cuts himself off. “Get the camera. Dimitri just walked out dragging a girl that looks barely eighteen.”

I grab the camera and zoom in as close as I can. I hit the button a few times in succession getting a flash of multiple pictures as he drags her from the door to the open car door.

“Got ‘em.” I take the memory card out of the camera and load the pictures to the laptop that is sitting on my lap. With a few clicks with my finger, the pictures are loaded and are running through the Feds facial recognition software.

As it runs, Mad Dog pulls out in traffic following Dimitri’s Town car. We’ve been following as close as possible, but as far away not to draw attention to ourselves. Ten minutes into the trip, Dimitri pulls into the driveway of a nice-sized house with a security gate.

I plug in the address and find out that the house is a rental. The name of the renter is none other than Farrah Gustave. As I’m about to fill in Mad Dog the computer pings with the completion of the recognition.

“Fuck.” I say under my breath. Mad Dog goes further up the road and parks behind some overgrowth. “We’ve got their asses. The house is a rental and the renter is Farrah Gustave. The girl that Dimitri took from the hostel is Skylar Pitts. She’s a missing person and also, a person of interest in the death of Senator Kenneth Matthews.”

“Motherfucker, Greer. We’ve got him. Having that girl in his presence along with the other shit we’ve dug up on him, he’s toast. He’ll never see the outside of a jail cell.”

“The kicker is getting my mother too. She’ll roll on him as long as it gives her a foot out.” I tell him.

We sit in silence as Mad Dog fiddles with his phone. I keep my eyes on the house just in case the filthy bastard sneaks out.

“We got a problem.” Mad Dog sings. I look at him and then turn back to watching the house. “We can’t get any backup here for a few more days.”

“That’s not possible. For all we know, Skylar is a pawn in all this. I know how Dimitri works and it wouldn’t surprise me if my mother’s not in there right now cleaning and properly dressing Skylar for a visit with another prominent client of Dimitri’s.”

“The two of us can’t go in there by ourselves, Greer.” He huffs.

“So, we’re supposed to leave a girl in there to the devices of a greedy old man and whoever has paid him for her time to do whatever devious sexual fantasy he has conjured up?” I look at him with my eyebrows raised. “I don’t fucking think so, McGruff.”

“What do you suggest?”

“We call in some of my biker family.” He shakes his head no. “The majority of those men are either retired or didn’t reenlist in the military. My brother and his friend, Ryker were Marines. My dad and Brute were in the Army. There are a bunch of others that have served.”

“How long will it take them to get here?”

“How long will it take you to get a private jet to Georgia and back?”

He puts his phone to his ear and calls headquarters. When he hangs up, he gives me a relieved look. “There’s a jet at Atlanta Airport right now.”

“Alright, let me get this party started.” I scroll through the burner that I programmed Spook, my dad, Trigger and Brute’s numbers in. I call Spook first praying he’s still at the Devils’ clubhouse. He answers on the first ring.

“Princess.” He says boisterously.

“Hey, Spookie Wookie.” He laughs and it’s music to my ears. “Are you still at the Devils’?”

“Yep, haven’t left once.”

“Awesome. I need you to get as many brothers together and get your asses to Atlanta Airport. The Feds need some assistance in retrieving Dimitri.”

“Princess, I’m on it. Text me the information and I’ll get as many rallied as I can.”

“Sounds great. I’m gonna get off here and call my dad. I’ll see ya when you get here.”

“Alright. Lo…” He begins, but I cut him off.

“I lo you too, but I don’t want to hear it until we are face to face.”

He chuckles. “See ya on the flipside.”

I hang up with a broad smile on my face and turn to Mad Dog. “One club down, two to go.” He just wobbles his head back and forth rolling his eyes. I scroll to my dad’s name and he’s just as fast as Spook on the draw.

“Greer.” His voice rasps.

“Daddy, listen. I need you to wrangle up some of the brothers that are available to help the Feds and the Devils go in and get Dimitri.”

“When do you need us?”

“Whenever you can pack and get your asses to the Atlanta Airport. Spook and some of the Devils are already on their way.”

“Got it, sweet girl. Let me get off here and get them motivated.”

“No problem. I’ll text you the details after I get off the phone with Mauve.”

“See ya soon.” Before I can respond, the line clicks.

“Two down, one to go.” Last but not least I get Mauve on the line. “Mauve, do you and the Pinks want to Charlie’s Angels with me?”

“Greer, what?” She asks confused.

“We need assistance in Nevada with raiding Dimitri’s new hideout. The Feds can’t be here for a few days and we need to immediately squash Dimitri and my mother.”

“Fuck yeah! Sign us up.” She shouts.

“Get your cutie patooties to Atlanta Airport. The Chaotic’s and Devils are already on their way there.”

“Outtie.” She sings and then she’s gone.

I turn to Mad dog bouncing in my seat. “In about six hours, Nevada will be invaded by bikers.”

He chuckles. “Remind me never to fuck with you or your family. It took you less than twenty minutes to get an army in motion. Now, we just sit back and wait.”