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I nodded, but I was holding on to Koty for dear life and he was whimpering.
“It’s over and they won’t get to us before we arrive, and once we drive inside the gates of Creed’s Lake, you’ll be safer than the President.” Michael assured us, so I loosened my grip on Koty.
Michael turned back around, and he talked to the man like we weren’t just being followed. They talked about Morgan having twin babies soon, and they mentioned Addie, who I remembered Michael said she was his niece.
“She brought home a gold star every day this week. I’m proud of her, and I think she’s getting some control over her temper.” The man said.
After a bit, the man said the convoy was intercepted.
“Magnus and the team have them surrounded and they’re not going to let them exit the interstate. We're running the plates now.”
“How many?” Michael asked.
“Seven trucks. Here we go, the trucks are registered to these individuals, and they’re all registered in Arizona. We have Joseph Ashford, Franklin Ashford, bingo on Jeremiah Brown, Jessup Lane, Randall Ashford, George Brown, and a William Collins.” The man said.
Michael looked back at us, but Koty responded. “Joe and Randy are our brothers, Frank is our cousin, of course you know about Jeremy, and George is his brother, but I don’t know the names William Collins or Jessup Lane.”
I didn’t recognize those names either.
“Did you hear that, Creed?” Michael asked.
“I’m doing a search for Jessup Lane and William Collins now.”
We waited a moment to hear more from Creed. “Jessup Lane works for Jeremiah Brown, he’s also the grandson of a judge in Utah. William Collins has a colorful criminal history. I’m guessing he’s part of one of the MC’s and I’m sure they have more club members with them.”
“Does Magnus have a rough idea of the head count?” Michael asked.
“At least four in each truck.” Creed answered.
“Holy shit, that’s at least twenty-eight men. They must really mean business. Can you ask Sniper if he has ever heard those names before?”
“Yeah, but hold on a second.” The line got quiet. “The convoy tried to take the exit for I-71. Magnus has them boxed in and it’s getting a bit rough. Why did they try to take 71 and not Waterson to turn themselves around?”
“What’s between Louisville and Cincinnati? Any affiliations to the cult or an MC?” Michael asked.
“I put someone onto finding out. The only MC I can think of is the Golden Eagles and they are allies of the Fallen Angels. They’re in Covington, but it still wouldn’t make sense. That’s over ninety minutes away from us. The best route there would to have been to come from the north west through Indianapolis. I don’t think that’s it. I would have expected them to try to back track and take I-65 North to cross over to Indiana.”
Axton
It was intense the closer we made it to Creed’s Lake. I didn’t expect my heart to race the way it was, and I wasn’t new to ending a mission. I wasn’t sure if it was because Belle felt like the most important mission of my life, or if it was because she would have been settled into her apartment by nightfall and she wouldn’t be near. It also could have been the final moments until I had to face my past again and learn if I received a summons.
Belle was so damn cute earlier while we watched television. Everything in the world was new to her, and for some reason I didn’t see her lack of understanding as a flaw, but more of something intriguing. She was innocent and usually nothing turned me off more, but it felt different with her. I never thought I’d be drawn to the fact that no man had ever touched her, tasted her, or sank deep inside her.
Typically, my dirty thoughts were far from anything considered vanilla. But with Belle, they were as simple as her soft skin under my fingertips, burying my face into that delicate neck, and cherishing her warmth as it welcomed me deep inside her. I never wanted anything more than I wanted to hear my name whispered softly from those lips. I daydreamed about kissing them, and holding her body tight to mine as I slowly made love to her. God, just the thought of her body under mine drove me about insane. Warning bells went off in my mind when I imagined those brilliant innocent eyes looking into mine as she came for the first time with a man. For fuck’s sake, please say she at least came by herself. She masturbated before, right? Holy shit, she was probably taught that it was a sin.
I realized my hands were in tight fists as I thought about her. I needed a glimpse of her, just to make sure she was real and not a figment of my imagination. I turned and my eyes met those breathtaking deep blue eyes, and I couldn’t look away. I gave her my best smile. “We're about to turn into Creed’s Lake, and you’ll never have to fear Jeremiah ever again. He can’t touch either of you.”
Magnus kept the convoy busy, and there were a few intense moments of some rough driving. He attempted to push them off to an exit, but saw a highway patrolman and had to ease off. As soon as we made it through security, he would either stop them or let them go. Creed wasn’t too enthused with the idea of confronting them on the interstate or doing anything to make the news. He would probably have to let the bastards go and we would deal with them another way.
She looked scared. “There’s nothing to fear, I promise.”
When I turned back around I saw Creed’s Motorsports and shut my eyes. “Bolton, for the love of God, please tell me my imagination is playing tricks on me.”
Bolton laughed.
I opened them again and saw one huge as hell blow up Santa on a motorcycle tied to the roof. It was probably taller than the building itself. “That’s embarrassing.” I hung my head in shame.
“There’s nothing wrong with the Christmas spirit, Axton.”
