Page 21 of Heat (The Royal HArlots MC, Quebec City-Canada #1)

Chapter Twenty

Back in Quebec City, Sayer tried giving Diamond the space she needed to get the mother, and her two children settled. He waited while she made a call to find out why the details had been changed without telling her.

Now, they sat at the kitchen table going over the plan Diamond and the other chapter members had laid out.

“I’d like to see the truck and trailer,” he told her.

If he was going to be involved with getting the threesome across the border and multiple state lines, he wanted to have an idea of how things would work.

“I can take you to the trucking company,” Diamond told him, not wanting to discuss any more than she had to while at the clubhouse.

Sayer nodded at her. “We can talk on the drive.”

The drive to Diamond Trucking Company was quiet, mostly. Diamond knew Sayer had questions, and if he asked her, she would answer them. Glancing over at him she hated things were going south before they got started good between them.

“How long has the chapter been involved with helping victims of abuse?”

“Since we established the chapter.”

“Do the other chapters do the same?”

“Sayer, you can’t ask me to divulge businesses the other chapters are involved with.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked. But I’m thinking the N. Ontario Chapter knows the deal since they provided a safe place for these three victims.”

“They were able to help us and them.”

Pulling into a driveway Diamond stopped the car. Rolling down the window she swiped the access card. She put the car in gear and moved forward as the twelve-foot automatic gate opened and the window went up.

Sayer saw the small fleet of deluxe semi’s, letting out a low whistle. He was impressed. “Damn those are Freightliner Cascadia’s.”

Diamond was shocked he knew what type of trucks they used for the trucking company. “We believe you should be comfortable if you’re a crossroad truck driver. It also helps to have a comfortable space for passengers to travel.”

Sayer smiled at her. “Are you going to give me a tour?”

“Of the business or the truck?” she asked.

“Both.”

Diamond laughed at how excited and interested Sayer was. “Sure.”

Diamond led Sayer through the secured gates, and as they moved along the perimeter of the facility, the hum of engines and a low murmur of activity enveloped them. The crisp Quebec air carried both the promise of a new beginning and the weight of imminent danger.

They paused near a gleaming Freightliner, its chrome edges reflecting the muted day light. “This is our flagship, a legacy sleeper,” Diamond said as she opened the passenger door. Inside, the cab was a blend of cutting-edge technology and unexpected comfort—a moving haven amid chaos.

Sayer stepped in, running a hand over the smooth dashboard. “Everything looks impeccable. I can see why you’d trust these machines with lives,” he remarked, his tone mixing admiration with gravity.

Diamond’s smile was fleeting. “They’re more than just trucks, Sayer. They’re safe houses on wheels. Every detail is designed for one purpose: to protect and transport those who have nowhere else to turn.”

Before they could delve deeper, Diamond’s phone buzzed. Glancing at the message, her expression darkened. “Nova just confirmed a change in pickup details,” she said, her voice low. “They’ve shifted the rendezvous to a remote area in rural New York.”

Diamond’s eyes narrowed slightly thinking about the change. “I expected as much. It’s a calculated risk—moving away from the usual spots minimizes detection, but it also means our timeline is now pushed back.”

Sayer leaned forward, intensity in his gaze. “We’ll need constant communication during transit. We can’t afford any surprises out there.”

Diamond’s reply was measured and firm, “I’ve already set up a secure channel through our encrypted network. We’ll be in touch every step of the way.”

Just then, a sharp noise drew their attention. From a nearby service building, a group of ladies in mechanic’s attire emerged. Diamond tensed as one stepped forward. “This is Fifi,” she said without hesitation.

Fifi’s eyes darted around as she approached. “Diamond, we’ve intercepted chatter—a breach. It appears someone’s tiptoeing through our network trying to get information on our business .”

Diamond exchanged a glance with Sayer. The gravity of the situation crystallizing between them.

The smooth, controlled environment of the facility suddenly felt charged with urgency.

“We need to secure the premises and adjust our route immediately,” Diamond instructed.

“And, Fifi, don’t send it out on our usual channels. ”

“There’s something I should mention,” Sayer said, knowing he was about to get bitched out.

“If you’re about to tell me, Teller had us investigated by searching our systems. We know, and the system your in-house hacker tiptoed through was a diversion.”

He shouldn’t have been shocked by her words. Still, his mouth dropped open.

“Let me show you the truck and trailer,” Diamond told Sayer as Fifi walked away. Opening the side door, she stepped into the Freightliner followed by Sayer.

The interior of the truck was like walking into a tiny home.

It had everything—a bathroom, full size fold down bed.

A dining area and a full kitchen. It was even equipped with a Smart TV.

She saw the look on Sayer’s face—complete amazement.

“I’ve seen these beasts on the road and always wondered what they looked like on the inside. ” She heard him say.

“We like to travel in comfort.”

Now that he knew what the interior looked like, Sayer wanted the details of how things worked while in route. “Break it down for me, sweetheart.”

Diamond leaned against the counter. “The family will be in here while we travel. When we get a few miles from the border crossing, we’ll pull over and put them in a hidden compartment in the trailer.

That’s if our contact isn’t working. We try to make it as smooth as possible.

If we have to hide them, once we clear the crossing and are in the states, we’ll pull over at the first rest stop if not sooner.

At that point, the family will get back in here and make the rest of the trip in here. ”

“What about if state patrol pulls us over for an expectation?”

“If that happens, we’ll have to stow the mom and pretend the kids are mine—ours.”

“You seem to have it all worked out.”

“It’s not my first rodeo.”

Sayer moved boxing Diamond in between his arms. “How comfy is the bed?”

“For me it’s comfy. For us, I’ve got no clue.”

“Let’s find out.”