“You realize you are so going to get spanked,” Suzie said while they shimmied their way down the gate. “Hell, girl, if I would have known what you planned, I would have punished you my damn self. I don’t do the gym, Rae, I don’t run, I don’t jump, and I sure as hell don’t climb. This crap makes you sweat, and I don’t like to sweat unless I’m doing it under a hot ass man between the sheets.”
If Reagan hadn’t been breathing so hard, she would’ve been laughing because Suzie was right, neither one of them liked physical fitness. She was half afraid one of the guys would come out and catch them hanging from the fence, but they were almost home free. just a quick jog to the road, and they would be on their way.
“Hey, who did you call to pick us up?”
“Billy, I couldn’t think of anyone else.” Reagan groaned. Damn, Billy was nice enough, but he was also one of the biggest gossips in Defiance. Some people think women are bad, hell, Billy could put them all to shame. “You do realize we’re going to have to get him to drop us off somewhere else and come up with a pretty good story of why he’s picking us up in the middle of the day, on the road in front of the RBMC, right?”
“Already thought of that. I told him we decided to take up jogging, but couldn’t make it any further, and we needed a ride. Hell, once he gets a look at you, he’ll believe it. Dude, you really need to think about maybe lifting the remote once in a while. You're sweating like a pig.”
This time Reagan did laugh, unfortunately, it also caused her to get a pain in her side. Shit, maybe Suzie was right.
“Well, sister, you don’t look much better. Who was it that was just saying they only got sweaty between the sheets? Hate to break it to ya, honey, I’m not the only one sweating like a pig.”
When they finally made it to the road, mind you it couldn’t have been more than an eighth of a mile, both them were panting like, hell, Reagan didn’t even know what they were panting like. Bracing her hands on her knees, she bent down, trying to get more air into her lungs. Damn, this was the other reason she always stayed away from Tank, he was Mr. Fitness, and she was, well, a couch potato. Reagan thought her curves looked great and when her pants started to get a little tight, she went on a diet, but never anything drastic. How could they fit when everything about them screamed how different they were?
“Here comes Billy,” Suzie said, bumping her. Sure enough, Billy’s Neon Green Ford F-350 Super Duty was barreling their way. Shit, could they be any more obvious? Billy was a sweet old man, but he was a nut.
“Hey, there, girls, I have some candy in here, wanna take a ride?” He joked, complete with bobbing eyebrows and silly smirk. Reagan wasn’t in the mood, but Suzie busted laughing.
“Sure, you sexy beast, how about I jump up in your mean green machine and get a piece?” Ewww, it was so gross, but the two of them seemed to think it was the funniest thing ever.
“So where to?”
“Umm, can you take us to my apartment?”
“Sure thing. You know, you girls should join a gym or something, it’s not safe running around by yourself out in the middle of nowhere. What would you have done if I couldn’t have picked you up?”
“Oh, come on Billy we’re still in Defiance, and we all know that nothing happens here without the RBMC knowing. I think we were safe enough. Isn’t their Clubhouse around her somewhere?”
“Yeah, not too far, but that is just it, I’ve heard things about those boys and what they do at that clubhouse of theirs. It’s no place for nice girls like the two of you. Plus, what if they had rivals or something, they could’ve come along, seen two pretty girls hanging out on the side of the road, and taken you; it wouldn’t be the first time.”
“What do you mean? I’ve never heard of anyone being taken in Defiance.”
“Oh, hon, that happened a long time ago, you two were probably just kids, but two girls were snatched not too far from here. Rumor had it that the RBMC was responsible. I didn’t believe that shit. Slade was in charge, good man. Now that Tuck, he seems all nice and friendly, does a lot of good for the community, too, but he’s just too pretty. Guys shouldn’t be pretty. You know what I mean?”
Reagan and Suzie started laughing, anyone thinking of Tuck as pretty was hilarious. Shit, the man was gorgeous, just like all the guys of the RBMC, but he was hardly pretty, manly maybe, handsome definitely, pretty, hell no.
“We’ll keep that in mind Billy, thanks for looking out of us,” Reagan said. “Hey, Billy do you happen to remember the names of the girls who were snatched?”
Hell, Reagan thought, at least one of them was thinking, she hadn’t even thought of asking.
“One girl was Megan Hertzog, but I can’t remember the other one, I think it was Jenny something, but I can’t be sure it’s been a long time. Why?”
“No reason, just thought I would look them up on the web and see if they were ever found.”
“Not a bad plan, but the Herzog’s are still in town, out on that farm off 22, and I’m pretty sure if their girl had been found, I would’ve heard about it by now.”
“Yeah, maybe you're right.”
Billy let them off in front of Reagan’s building, so they both acted like they were going inside and as soon as he pulled away, they exited out the back.
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to the Storage facility, and I want you to hang out by the convenience store. If you see anyone coming in, call me. I will keep my phone on vibrate. I have a unit in here, so if you call I will go there and lock myself in. Are you good with that?”
“No, but I guess I’m going to have to be. Shit, Rea, just be quick about it, in and out. I checked up on your brother’s whereabouts before we left the Clubhouse, but it’s been almost an hour now, so there’s no telling where he could be.”
“I will, I promise, in and out, and if Tank, Brass or anyone from the MC, even Addy, try to get a hold of you, ignore it, Suz. They’ll want to shut this down, and we’re so close.”
“Shit, I still think you should’ve just waited and had Tank bring you here. It doesn’t matter what he finds, it’s all going to come to light sooner or later. Hell, you gave Tuck copies. Do you really think he’s going to keep this from him?”
“No, but hell, maybe you’re right, but we're here now, and I didn't climb that fence for nothing. Let’s just finish this, and I promise to sit on my butt like a good girl for the rest of my life.”
“Well, honey, I think you might need to revise those plans because once Tank gets ahold of you, sitting is that last thing your butt will want to be doing.”
“I’m willing to risk it, might be fun actually.”
“Whatever. Get going, I’ll be the look out. Shit, we should’ve changed our clothes. Aren’t we supposed to be wearing all black or something?”
“It’s broad daylight, Suz, I don’t think our clothes matter.”
“Okay, go.”
Reagan did what she always did, unscrewed the lock plate, and pushed her metal bookmark through the slit. The door opened, just like every other time. Once inside, she shut the door and went straight for the chest. Pulling out all the blankets and a couple of albums. Reagan quickly looked through the albums, but it was all normal stuff, family stuff. It made her sick, this man didn’t deserve either of the families he had.
Then she was at a loss. There wasn’t a false bottom like Suzie thought. She knocked and pried, even banged on it a bit, but nothing. Suzie’s theory still made sense, the lower portion of the chest was still a good six inches off the grounds, and the chest didn’t have any legs.
Reagan’s phone vibrated, and she almost jumped right out of her skin. Hell, she was jumpier now than she had been all the other times combined, maybe because of Bobby catching her the last time. Looking at the screen, Reagan winced. Shit, it was Tank, he knew she was gone. Hell, this wouldn’t be good. Reagan ignored the call, and her phone immediately went off again. Shit. She let the next two calls go and slammed the chest shut, sitting on top of it.
Shit, Reagan picked her foot up and swung it down hitting the damn chest with all she had and, low and behold, a drawer popped open. Hell, she hadn’t even seen a space that would show a separation between the bottom of the chest and the rest of the trunk. This thing was pretty cool. Deciding to make quick work of it, Reagan started shoving everything in the hidden drawer into her messenger bag. She didn’t have the time to risk downloading everything right now.
Her phone was still going crazy in her pants pocket, but she ignored it, believing it was Tank. Who else would call her every two minutes? Damn, maybe Suzie was right; spankings might be fun while playing, but she doubted the one she was earning right now would be anything but fun. Argh.
Once she had everything, Reagan put the albums and blankets back into the chest and closed it up tight. She left, going through the same routine, hopefully, for the last time. Looking around, she felt rather certain no one was going to come up on her, this time. Thinking it would be better to hide what she found, she walked down to her own storage locker and put the messenger bag and all its contents inside her fire proof cabinet and locked it in tight. She and Tank, or hell, even just Tank could come back for it later. Reagan was done playing cat burglar for a while.
Reagan walked out of the facility and waved at Suzi. She was standing in front of the store just like they agreed on, phone in hand. But once she focused in on her best friend, she noticed something else and started to run. Bobby was right behind her raising something in his hand. Reagan never saw the car until it was too late; she felt the impact on her body as she flew through the air and landed on the hard pavement. Hell, someone had run her over; her head hurt, and her body ached, but she was alive. Now all she could think was who the hell hit her with a car?
When she went to get up off the ground, a man approached her. Reagan’s vision was fuzzy. She thought he was coming to help, but he placed something on her neck, she felt a pinch, and then she felt nothing. Before she blacked out she heard Bobby talking telling the man or whoever it was to get her in the car and leave. What?