Chapter 22

Spook

We make it to Elko Regional Airport in record time. Two black Escalades are waiting for us outside of the private jet we flew in on. Being a part of the Feds does have its perks.

The mood in the SUV is a mix of energetic, frustrated and indifferent. I know the majority of the Chaotic’s are ready to get this resolved and get back to life as we know it; work, family and BBQ’s. The Devils are on the verge of blowing with the want and need to get their hands on Dimitri and Farrah. The Pinks are definitely indifferent. There ready to get their hands dirty, but at the same time, their done with the drama too.

Me…I can’t wait to have my arms wrapped around Greer and my lips on hers. It’s been the longest five months of my life.

I text Greer as soon as we are loaded in the two SUVs.

Me: In the SUVs now waiting on your instructions.

Princess: Meet us where 227 and 229 meet.

Me: Be there shortly. Can’t wait to see you.

Princess: Me either. Muah.

“We need to go where 227 and 229 intersect, that’s where Greer is.” I tell Trigger who’s in the driver’s seat. I turn to look at the rest of the Motley Crue. In this SUV, there’s Trigger, Ryker, Rudy, Poison and Rose. In the other SUV, Chase, Brute, Banshee, Mauve, Tasha and Beanie are piled in.

Per the GPS, we’re not that far from our meet up point. We drive for another ten minutes before I see a slim redhead leaning on the side of an SUV matching ours.

Rose is the one who makes us pull up in front of the woman. “This is it.” That’s all she says, but for some reason Trigger listens.

When the woman removes her sunglasses from her eyes, I know immediately that it’s Greer. I waste no time getting out of the truck and charging her. She giggles as I lift her in the air and swing her around.

“Princess.” I murmur in her neck. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“You too Spookie Wookie.” She whispers in my ear.

I don’t want to let this woman go ever again, but I know now is not the time to be selfish. I ease her back on to her feet. Trigger’s next to grab her in a bear hug.

“Greer, you and me, we got issues.” He tells her with a goofy grin on his face.

“Yeah?” She questions. “Because I think the only issue you have is that your big sis is more of a badass than you are right now?”

He grabs his chest as if she’s hit him and staggers back. “Aw, sis, that cuts deep. But I was a badass before you knew that a bra was for your boobs and not a contraption to be worn on your head.”

“Whatever you say, but at least I don’t have to wear a jock strap all the time because my balls sag lower than my itty bitty penis.”

“Jesus, you’re brutal today.” He whines.

“If I didn’t fuck with you, you would think I wasn’t paying you any attention and then you’d go crying to mommy and daddy.” She sing-songs.

“Probably, I can’t help it if my feelings get hurt easily.” He pouts.

“Alright, you two quit your shit and let me get a look at my girl.” Rudy roars. He takes in every inch of Greer and shakes his head. “What the fuck, a redhead and what the fuck happen to your eyes?”

“They’re contacts, old man. I’ve got to stay low key and this is the exact opposite of what I normally look like.”

“I get that.” Rudy surveys the man that has appeared out of the brush beside the vehicles. “Who the fuck are you?”

Greer pats Rudy’s chest. “That’s Mad Dog. He’s the undercover agent.”

Mad Dog comes closer and shakes our hands. “Nice to meet you all. I’m glad you could make it in such short notice, but this is time sensitive and my department couldn’t have anyone out here until Monday. Before we get started we need to condense. Too many vehicles and a bunch of people in leather are going to draw attention and we don’t need that at the moment.”

“What do you suggest?” Trigger huffs.

“Well, we need to take those two vehicles down the street a ways and park them. This,” he points to his vehicle, “is our point of origin. We can cram inside and go over what we know and what we plan.”

Trigger and Rudy climb into the two SUVs and drive off. We pile into the Excursion packed as tight as sardines in a can, but I don’t care because my woman is snuggled in my lap.

We wait for Trigger and Rudy before Mad Dog begins.

“Over the last months, we’ve gathered enough Intel for Dimitri to be put away, but not long enough to matter until last night. He has an underage girl in there with him and she’s also a person of interest in one of the deaths of a politician. She disappeared and a state wide APB was put out for her with no luck.” He looks to Greer.

“She was hiding out in a youth hostel. Dimitri went in there last night and dragged her out. We followed them here.” She points to a house obscured by trees. “There’s been no activity all night, but its Friday and Dimitri has a standing dinner at the Country Club. He’s never missed it and I’m pretty positive he’ll be leaving the house to go in a couple of hours.”

Mad Dog cuts in. “What we have planned will separate us. Once he leaves, some of us will leave while the others stay so we can infiltrate the house. We want everyone involved handcuffed and carted off to headquarters.”

Greer looks to Mauve, Rose and Tasha. “You three will be going with me, as well as my dad and Spook. The rest will be staking out here until he leaves and storming the castle.” She caresses my chest. “You and I are going undercover into the Country Club as Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop, so I hope you don’t mind wearing a suit and tie.”

“Princess, I’d wear nothing but a thong if it kept me close to you.”

Trigger chokes. “Seriously. She talks about my itty bitty, but I’m considering your dick shriveled up and you have a vagina now.”

Greer giggles. “The last time I was near his cock, it most definitely was not a vagina and even if it shrunk a little, it’d be more than enough for me to handle.” Triggers face turns a deep red.

Rudy clears his throat. “Okay, that’s enough. Jesus, let’s get back on track.” He says frustrated with his children.

Mad Dog passes around two folders that have pictures of men and one woman, who I can assume is Greer’s mother. The woman was definitely an incubator because Greer looks nothing like her. She’s willowy with short blonde hair and deep set brown eyes.

“These are the men that guard Dimitri or are affiliated with his operation. The woman is Farrah, his wife. We haven’t seen her in a few weeks, but that doesn’t mean she’s not here or somewhere close.” Mad Dog informs us.

Greer pipes in. “She wasn’t much for physically being present, but she handled other aspects on the sideline.” She looks at her dad. “If you come into contact with her, don’t fall for her shit. She will say whatever to get what she wants.”

Rudy nods. “Ten-four. The rose color glasses have been removed, Greer. After everything I’ve learned over the past months, I can guarantee I have no remorse for her.”

Greer sticks out her fist and waits for Rudy to bump it, but he just stares at it. “Come on, Pops.” He continues to stare, so Trigger, not wanting his sister left hanging, does it for him. “Geesh, at least one of the Burgess men know not to leave a girl hanging.” Greer huffs and Rudy shakes his head again.

“Alright, family fun time over.” Mad Dog interrupts Trigger and Greer. “Greer, you and your crew need to go and get changed. I’ll text as soon as they leave so you can get into place.” He glances at the remaining team. “We are going to sit here and twiddle our thumbs for the next couple of hours until that gate opens and Dimitri’s Town car leaves.”

With nods of agreement, Greer’s team gets out of the truck and heads to the waiting SUV. Hopefully in a few hours this case will be shut, but I should’ve known that with Dimitri Gustave, there’s always a crack for him to slide through.