Comp’s Chance (Reckless Omens MC)

Chapter 25

Twenty-Five

HALLE

“ A lright, my ride or die bitches… it’s time to load the fuck up,” I yell into the kitchen, looking expectantly at Piper and Izzy. They both turn and give me a what the fuck are you talking about look, but I don’t let that stop me.

“What kind of trouble are you trying to cause today, Halle?” Piper asks, smiling.

“Not me this time,” I tell them, smiling proudly. Again, they raise their brows at me, but I keep pushing fucking forward.

“Sunny was acting shady this morning. I didn’t really know what was going on, but I knew she was up to something, so I followed her. She snuck into the SUV the prospects took to Devil’s Crossroads. I think she’s going to take care of business with her ex; just a guess, though. I figured she needs some backup,” I tell the women. “I already called Becky. She said she would love to come and watch the kids for us and will be here in about five minutes. Rae and Rome are watching Jett and Bronx sleeping in their bassinet in the playroom,” I say, smiling.

Becky is a teacher at one of the local middle schools who comes to the compound a few days a week to tutor the older kids. Swift has been looking for people to help watch over the kids, and she fits the bill. Swift contacted her, offered a shit ton of money, and she accepted. Now, she watches the kids, and they all adore her. We love her as well, though I think there’s one person whose feelings go a bit deeper, but he’s playing it off like nothing’s changed. Becky doesn’t even seem to notice him, and I laugh at the annoyed face he gets. We can tell she’s holding back, hiding something. Swift mentioned that he thinks she’s running from something in her past and wants the club to look out for her. At first, we were worried, seeing as she would be watching the kids. Now, we know and love her better. She’s still hiding something, but she’s loyal to the club and loves the kids so much.

“We should go let the men…” she starts, but I shake my head.

“Not this time. It's our girl that’s in trouble. We protect her,” I say, crossing my arms.

“What’s happening?” Izzy asks, stepping forward.

“I’ll explain in the car. Come on, we need to get on the road. Are you guys in?” I ask, tucking the knife I’ve been flipping back into my side. They look at each other before turning back to me.

“We’re in,” they say in unison.

“Alright, we’ll take my jeep. Piper, you call Swift from the car. Let him know we went to spend the whole day shopping. Sunny was still asleep when we left. That should buy us some time,” I tell them as we rush out front to my car. I hop in as the women do the same, Piper in the front and Izzy in the back. We speed off, and once we’re on the road, Piper calls Swift, putting him on speakerphone.

“Where did you go? I thought we had plans to…” Swift says, answering the phone.

“Uhh… the girls and I went shopping, and you’re on speakerphone,” Piper interrupts.

“You went shopping? Without letting me know? Without protection? Sunny…” he starts again, but I cut him off.

“Is sleeping in her room all safe and secure. Nothing to worry about,” I tell him, then hear Loki on the other end.

“Pet, you should have told me! If you wanted to shop, I could definitely spend a few hours watching you try on lingerie, lacy panties, crotchless…”

“Okay, that’s enough imaging to last me a lifetime,” Izzy interrupts him. “We are shopping for house décor.”

“Angel, I could have driven you if you needed to go. Did you at least take your cane, just so…” Hitter starts, but I cut him off too.

“Alright, fellas, see, this is why we needed a shopping trip. Nothing against you fine hunks of men…”

“Pet…” Loki warns, soaking my panties. Fuck, I can only imagine the trouble I will be in when he figures out where we’re really going. I smile and sigh a bit, hearing him chuckle.

“Anyway,” I say, shaking my head and putting on my stern voice. “You men are amazing and wonderful, blah, blah, blah and all that shit, but we need a break from you and the kids. Becky is watching them; we will be back in a few hours. Good?” I ask, not really expecting an answer.

“You have three hours,” Swift says shortly. I scoff.

“Three hours, my ass. Don’t make me double that time just to piss you guys off,” I shout.

“Fuck, Loki, get your fucking woman. We have enemies trying to get to us. They’ll come through anyone they need to,” Swift says, getting worked up.

“Give us four hours, and you can come after us if we are not back,” Piper says calmly.

I hear Swift sigh before asking, “Are all you women loaded?”

“We are. I have my knives and my tiffany blue. Piper has her nine mill and Izzy…” I start to say has nothing, but Hitter speaks up.

“Izzy better not get involved in any shit. She better be protected and not have to hold a weapon.”

“I. Am. Not. A. Child,” Izzy seethes. “Halle, hand me the gun you keep in the glove compartment. I can take care of myself. Four hours, boys, then come get some,” she tells them before leaning forward and hanging up the phone. Oh shit, He got Izzy pissed. He’s going to pay for that. I smile before flooring it.

“Alight, so what’s the plan?” Piper asks, looking at me.

“Well, I was able to get Sunny’s shithead ex’s house address before I left. I know she’s heading to end him. She’s over having to run, and my gut is telling me she’s willing to give up her life to end his. My only worry is I only had time to get his home address. I have no clue where to find them if she isn't there. She’s familiar with that area. We aren’t. I have a feeling Sunny got on a bus home since she didn’t have a ride. There are bus stops in all four towns that lead away from Devil’s Crossroads, so I figured by the time we check them all, we will probably already miss her,” I say, looking at Piper, wondering if she’s following what I'm getting at.

“So, if she's not that far ahead of us and she's on a slow-ass bus, maybe we can reach her as she's arriving. Then we can all move in on Jason together.” Izzy, surprisingly, is the one who speaks up.

“Exactly! Now, we have about three hours to come up with a plan that involves us backing up Sunny and kicking that ass fuck of an ex all the way back to hell,” I tell them, smiling.

“The GPS says it’s a four-hour trip,” Piper tells me, looking at the console.

I turn to her and smile, “Yeah, but what's the fun in using speed limits?”

I cackle as I floor it down the back roads of Georgia, heading straight for our girl, our best friend, our badass bitch.