Page 18 of Pearl (Royal Harlots MC, Phoenix, Az. #1)
Carver
M y mind keeps replaying the last few days, trying to think of where they would take her. The obvious place is the Harlots’, but they don’t have much of a crew left after the stomping that the Phoenix Crew gave them in Tucson and then after one of them messed around with Brite’s ole lady.
That’s fucking it! The Phoenix Crew said they gave them a good beat down, but they also said they went to pay someone a lesson not too far away, they were there and back in less than a fucking hour.
I hit the contact for Hawg, my chest beating right out of my chest. He picks up on the first ring. “Hawg.”
“Carver here. I need your help man. The Desert Riders have Pearl, and the information we have says they were taking her to somewhere in your neck of the woods. I’m on my way back to Phoenix but I don’t know how much of a head start they have or exactly where the fuck they’ll take her.”
“We’ve got your back, man. I’ll send some of the guys over to the Harlots’ and text you an address to the asshole screwing Brite’s ol’ lady.
They just may be holed up there. It’s out of the way, completely off the grid in the desert but it won’t take long to get there.
Lucky and I are on our way with the others. ”
I know we may not find her there. I fucking know it, but still, it gives me hope. “Thank you.” It seems like so little when he’s offering to do so much. I’d do the same for him or any one of his crew any day, but no one has ever had my back like that, except Lucky. “Text me the address.”
Ryker points out the window of the plane.
“The private landing is just a few miles out. We’ll be wheels down in a few minutes.
He glances at his phone. “Fucking Renzo. That guy has people everywhere. He has bikes waiting for us when we land, and a couple cops are scouting the area unofficially for your woman.”
I glance up but don’t ask. It’s not like I don’t know the mafia has inside men, it’s just never touched me personally before, and right now I’ll take all the help we can get and not ask one fucking question.
As long as they find Pearl before it’s too late.
Because as soon as they break her, as soon as they get the information they need, and they will at some point, then the real pain begins, they will reap their revenge tenfold, leaving a message for everyone to see before killing her in the most gruesome of ways.
The Larussio jet touches down on the private runway stretch, and the door has barely opened before I’m fucking out the door, racing down the ramp as it’s being lowered to the ground, with Ryker and Capone right on my hip.
The bikes are premium, Harleys with engines built for speed and bodies made to move at high speeds over the open roads.
I glance down at my phone and hit directions.
“South side of Phoenix, stay on my ass,” I yell back to Ryker and Capone before peeling out over the hard baked desert dirt, blowing dust into the air as I make my way to the tar covered road just over a hundred feet ahead.
All the way there, all I can think of is Pearl’s sweet face, her bright blue eyes, those beautiful warm and soft pink lips getting battered by a bunch of bastards who want to break her spirit, then her bones, and then take their revenge in the dirtiest of ways.
The bike rumbles with power beneath me and I use every fucking bit of its juice, flying across the freeway at breakneck speed, weaving in and out of traffic, speeding right between two lanes of cars to get to an opening and then off the ramp that leads south, out into the middle of nowhere.
To a place you take someone if you have a whole lot of information to obtain, and you don’t want to have anyone hear them scream.