Micah
Gov brought Sydney out to the house the next morning so we could go over the plan a couple more times.
“Alright,” I said as we were gathered in my upstairs game room, beers in hand, “this is the idea. Kaci, you and Sydney act like desperate teenage runaways. You flirt with the trucker we point out for you. Once you convince him to take you on down the road, you use some chloroform when you're in the cab of the truck. He passes out, you zip-tie him, we take over from there. Keep it simple, stupid, right?”
Gov slowly shook his head. “I don't know, Don. This whole thing, I mean most truckers are bigger dudes. At least the ones I used to run with.”
“You saying we can't handle ourselves, Gov?” Kaci asked, sidling up next to Gov. “We've been working the streets and hotels for longer than you think, big guy.”
He turned to address Kaci. “Nah, I mean, I'm sure you can.”
“That's not what it sounded like to me, Gov,” Sydney said, coming up beside him and pressing herself into his side.
He rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Sydney.
I could see what was going down, but I didn't want to ruin the surprise. The trucker wouldn't have a buddy watching his back like Gov did, right then. Kaci had the old rag we'd been using as a chloroform prop in one hand, just barely out of sight.
“Nope,” Kaci said from Gov's other side, “that's definitely not what it sounded like. You think poor, meek little girls like us need big bad bikers to protect them.”
Gov gave an exasperated sigh and looked back to Kaci. He gave a surprised yelp when his nose went straight into the fake chloroform rag, then a frustrated sigh. “Fine,” he said, his voice muffled from the cotton overlaying his nose and mouth, “I see your point.”
Both women burst out laughing and gave Gov, and each other, a hug.
This plan was perfect. I was grinning from ear to ear, and the way Kaci had handled herself was almost effortless.
I hadn't been able to take my eyes off her all day. I kept wondering if she'd followed my orders the night before, or if she'd disregarded them the moment the door to the guestroom was closed. Either outcome was hot, as far as I was concerned. Somehow, though, I doubted she'd followed my instruction to a “t.”
I wondered, for probably the thousandth time, if she would ever come into my arms willingly, or warm my bed without it being her “job” or responsibility. The idea of having a woman like her, it was appealing. But, that gold lost its glimmer if I knew it was all just the same as her last career.
I sighed and drank my beer down. No matter my feelings for Kaci, and whether I'd ever have her completely willingly, today allayed my doubts about the plan. This thing was solid, and the ladies could pull it off no problem.
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Kaci
Micah's plan was solid enough to work, especially if Sydney and I worked together like we were supposed to. That wasn't going to be a big deal, either. We'd seduced men together plenty of times, and we always knew we had each other's backs.
The only question hanging out for me was what happens next. I would have to figure out a way to get Sydney moving, and away from the truck, so I could have a chance to “disappear.” Hopefully, in all that running around and other craziness, the bikers would forget about me. After all, I wasn't an important part of their world after this. It wasn't like they'd care if I disappeared, anyways. I was just another hooker to them.
I'd ziptie my own wrists, instead of the driver's. When the trucker came to, I'd tell him Sydney stabbed me in the back and cut me out of the deal. I'd give him a chance to redeem himself in front of his higher-ups by offering to give the real culprits to the boss. Then, when we got in front of Efraim Petrov, I'd play it by ear.
That'd be my chance to get the bastard who was responsible for Rommy's death.
Not a perfect plan. Hell, not even as good as the one Micah had setup. But, still, it was better than nothing.
A thought did occur to me, though. And getting it answered would be good in the long run. It'd make me look more invested in the job.
“Alright, Micah,” I said after I finished off my beer. “You got Gov on board with your plan. One last thing.”
“What's that?” he asked.
“Say Petrov's got extra security, someone watching the trucks. What do you guys do to get away?”
“Mean like if we're followed or something?”
“Or something.”
“Gov and me, Hell, any of our guys, we can lose anyone on those back roads. Most of the roads are halfway decent, and we can really open up on our bikes.”
I twisted my lips a little, giving him an unsure frown.
He rolled his eyes. “Don't believe me?”
“Well, I mean, I just wanna be sure.”
“Yeah,” Sydney spoke up, adding her voice to mine. “How can we be sure we'll be as free and clear as you guys think?”
Gov and Micah both laughed. “How about this?” Micah asked. “How about we go for a ride?”
Sydney almost clapped her hands together, she was so damned excited. And, thing about Sydney was, her excitement was damn-near contagious.
I grinned as I kept my eyes on Micah. “Sure,” I said. “Let's go for a ride.”
Thirty minutes later, the four of us were ripping off down the back roads near the truck stop we were going to start the ripoff, the bike humming between my thighs like a vibrator big enough for King Kong. I gripped Micah tighter out of one part excitement, and another out of fear.
I could feel his wide, muscular chest and his rippling abs beneath his shirt, and I didn't mind one bit that I had to hold onto him for dear life as we rocketed down the blacktop.
I closed my eyes as we rode, and I saw myself with a man like Micah, one who'd protect me the way he had already. And, of course, one who was sure of himself, the way Micah was. Sure, he had an ego. But, at least he knew what he wanted out of life. And that right there was more than you could say about a lot of men.
Too bad I was going to throw him away to get at Efraim. In life, I'd realized, there was sometimes a price to pay.
But, when it came to revenge, there was always one.