Cole
It didn’t take long for someone to show up with a message from Sanchez, the man we’d gone to see. While Lilah was still in the shower, I got a text message from Axel.
Someone’s here to see you. Better come down. Alone.
On my way, I texted back. I got up from the bed, slid my boots on, and walked downstairs to meet the messenger who’d been sent to let us know what Sanchez had found out about Troy and Micah.
“Saw?” the scrawny kid asked as I walked up. There was no better way to make sure no one punished his messengers than to make sure they weren’t worth the effort.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said. “What do you have for me?”
“Troy Romero is squatting in a cabin about a mile from the one he owns. He’s got his son there with him.”
I narrowed my eyes. “How do I know I can trust this information?”
“They, um, th-they saw his car there,” he said, shaking suddenly.
I glanced over his shoulder at Axel, sitting at the bar. He shrugged as if to say, “Might as well check it out.”
“Tell Sanchez I said ‘thank you,’ and if he ever needs anything, he knows where to find me,” I told the kid. “Now get out of here.”
While the kid rushed out of the clubhouse, I walked over to Axel at the bar. He held up his beer to me as I approached. He nodded.
“Good job,” he said. “Now what?”
“Now we need to get over there and get her kid,” I replied.
“What about Troy? How are we going to handle him?” Axel asked thoughtfully, as if he was checking my thinking on the situation.
“I can’t kill him. I can’t leave that kid without a dad. I know how that is. I don’t even remember our dad. I can’t do that to someone else, man.”
Axel put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “You’re a good man, little brother. Tell you what, let’s get some guys together to go out there, and we’ll leave Troy to you. You do whatever you see fit. This is your show.” He tilted his beer back and chugged the rest of his bottle.
“Alright, first, let’s get the guys together. Then, we need someone to take Lilah out there in a car behind the rest of us.”
He opened his mouth to argue and suggest that it was a bad idea to take her along, but I stopped him.
“I already told her I was going to bring her along, and she needs to be there to get her son anyway,” I explained to him.
“Fair enough. You get her. I’ll get everyone else,” he said, getting up from the bar.
I hurried upstairs to find Lilah getting out of the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her body and one around her beautiful hair. When I entered the room, she was standing next to the bed. I startled her, and she put up a hand to cover her already covered breasts.
“Get dressed,” I told her.
“You’ve got something?”
“Yeah, and Axel’s getting guys together downstairs to go out there, so let’s get ready to go. We’re leaving as soon as you and I are ready.”
She dropped her towel, revealing her gorgeous naked body to me. That pale skin did it every time. I felt myself growing hard just looking at her with those soft pink nipples, that fair skin just begging for my touch and my ink, and her hairless mound ready to be touched, licked, and fucked. I wanted to grab her right there, but I knew there’d be time for that later, once we got her kid.
But we had to go right away before Troy realized we were onto him again.
She threw on her clothes quickly, pulling her black cotton panties up her legs and covering herself with them. She pulled her tight jeans up, letting the fabric hug her ass and hips. She dried her hair again quickly with her towel and pulled on a bra and shirt.
She was passing me on her way out the door and then down the stairs to the common room. We walked out to find Axel standing with ten other guys. Ham stepped up eating a piece of pizza he’d grabbed from the bar.
“Alright,” I said to Lilah, “you’re going to be riding in the car with one of these guys.” I turned and held my hand out, waiting to find out who was supposed to be driving her.
Ham raised his hand. “I’ll drive her out there.”
“We’re taking my car,” she blurted out.
He shrugged. “Fine by me, but I’m driving.”
She hesitated, but I stepped in to help her accept his offer. “Lilah, this is my other brother, Ham. He’s the middle child,” I explained.
She huffed. “Yeah, you can drive,” she finally conceded.
“Okay, the rest of us are riding our bikes. That’s going to alarm him when he hears us coming, but there’s not a whole lot he’ll be able to do about it then,” I explained to her.
“Won’t that put Micah in danger?” Lilah asked.
“Nope. He’s trying to take Micah with him. He’s not using him as collateral for anything. The goal is to take him along. He’s not going to do anything stupid to risk getting him hurt,” I assured her. “Look, we’ll make sure that he doesn’t get hurt.”
She nodded and turned to Ham. “Shall we?”
He smirked. “I like your old lady, bro. She’s pretty cool.”
Lilah blushed, and I shot him a cold look. I shook my head. She wasn’t my old lady.
“Alright, we ready guys? Follow me,” I told them as we poured out of the building. We hopped on our bikes, and our engines roared to life. It was a beautiful sound, hearing that many motorcycles cranking up and revving their engines.
It did something to us when we rode together. Suddenly, we weren’t individual bikers. We were Steel Devils, the MC itself. We became one unit that way. It was a great feeling to have my brothers at my back as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.
We needed to go about a mile further than Troy’s other cabin. We pulled onto the gravel drive and roared up through the woods to the dark cabin. Sure enough, his car was parked in front. As we pulled up to the little house, a shot rang out.
What the hell is this idiot doing?
I held up a hand to stop everyone. It was a warning shot. Troy had fired his shotgun into the air instead of firing it at any of us. We stopped in the driveway, and Ham pulled Lilah’s car around into the yard.
Troy stood at the door to the cabin, his gun in front of him, pointing towards the sky. He watched as Lilah got out of the passenger side of her car. I heard Ham trying to convince her to stay in.
“What now?” I asked Axel, pulling off my helmet, but he was already signaling to a few guys to circle around to the back of the house while Lilah had Troy distracted.
He stepped down from the stoop in front of the door, creating distance between him and cabin. With each step, he gave us more room to work with.
“What are you doing here? And what is all this?” Troy asked her, waving a hand at our motorcycles lined up in his driveway.
“I want my son back,” Lilah shouted. “You have no right to take him away with you.”
“He’s just staying with me until he gets well,” Troy lied.
“Troy, I know about the passports and the plane tickets to Belize. I know about the woman you’re meeting down there. I know that you moved out of your suite.” She took a couple of steps towards him from the car.
I waited and watched pensively. I wanted to run in and grab Micah, but I knew the guys who’d gone around back were doing that. All I could do was watch to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.
Then, a yell came from inside. It sounded like a kid – Micah. Troy looked at us, muttered something I couldn’t hear, and darted back inside.
That was my cue. I ran in after him. This cabin was laid out the same as the one he owned. As soon as I came in the door, I saw our guys pulling Micah out through the back door. Troy was running after them. I ran up behind him and grabbed his shotgun, pulling it across him to hold him back.
“Micah, they’re taking you to your mom,” I yelled to the kid. “She’s out front waiting for you. I promise. You’ll see.” He looked at me with his mother’s green eyes. He was scared, but the fact that I’d spoken to him seemed to reach him. He stopped struggling long enough for one of the guys to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder.
Once Micah was out of view, I ripped the gun out of Troy’s hands and shoved him into the bar in the kitchen. I checked to see if it was loaded. It was. I could have blown his ass away right there, but as satisfying as that was, his son was right outside. And to make it worse, he would have known it was me. That was not how I wanted to start my relationship with that boy.
“Go ahead and shoot me,” Troy barked out at me. “Get it over with.”
“I’m not here to kill you,” I told him.
“You’ve already taken my son away, so you might as well. What’s stopping you?” he continued, his voice full of anger, pain, and fear.
“That boy out there is stopping me. Whatever happens now is between you and his mother, but you’re not going to be taking him out of the country, and you’re going to stop harassing us both.”
“Oh, that’s right,” he said in mock surprise. “You’re that sleazy tattoo artist she’s been hanging out with. Tell me, did you fuck her yet?” He sneered at me as he talked. “It’s good, isn’t it? That sweet little tart. Tell me, does she still taste like—”
I couldn’t listen to him anymore. I slammed the butt of the gun into the side of his face and watched him crumble to the floor. I dropped the gun and dragged his limp body over to a chair in the living room. I needed rope or anything else I could use. I snatched down one of the curtains from the living room windows and tied them around his chair, tying him into it. He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
I closed the door as I walked out of the cabin. The guys were hanging out by the bikes. Ham and Axel were standing around Lilah and Micah. I walked over to them and knelt down in front of the boy.
“Your dad’s okay,” I told him. “He’s staying inside, for now, waiting for us to leave, okay? He said he’ll see you as soon as he can, but I think he and your mom need to talk about that first, okay?”
Micah nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said. “Thanks for coming to get me, Mr. Saw. He was talking about leaving to see some lady. He said something about a new mom.”
I looked up at Lilah and my brothers. I was shocked at how open Troy had been about his plans with Micah. I looked back down at Micah and smiled.
“I don’t think you need a new mom. Do you?” I asked him.
“No, sir,” he said with a smile, hugging Lilah around the waist.
“Thatta boy.” I ruffled his hair, then stood up and stretched.
“Is Troy okay?” Lilah asked cautiously.
“Yeah, he’s fine. We scuffled a little bit while I took the gun from him so we could talk, but I convinced him to have a seat and let you take Micah back with you,” I explained with a wink.
“I want to take Micah home,” she said. “I think we need to go home, just the two of us.”
“You mean your home,” I said for clarification. I looked at my brothers. They knew what had
happened with the break-in and everything, but they simply held their hands up and backed away to let us talk.