MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~PAST~ | CADE

~*PAST*~

CADE

“ W e don’t have a choice,” Spike says, pacing the room.

“You can’t fuckin’ leave her in the house, Spike. It ain’t safe.”

He turns, glaring at me. “What the fuck should I do then?”

“Get her outta town. Throw her in the car and get her outta town.”

“They’re fuckin’ everywhere. How the fuck do you think we can get her out?” Spike roars, driving his fist into a nearby table.

“We don’t have a choice. You leave her here, her life is at risk.”

“Fuck, Cade, fuck.”

I walk over, grip his shoulder and jerk him to face me. Spike and I have been friends since we were kids. I know him. I trust him, and right now, he’s in a fuck of a situation. He’s got the biggest biker gang in the state after him, because of a dodgy drug job he did. Then the fucker tried to run, and made it a whole lot worse. Now, he’s in deep shit, and so is his family. This gang, they don’t give a fuck; they will put a bullet in his wife to prove a point. They’re vulgar, rotten and downright deadly.

“Get Cheyenne and get her in the car. We’ll drive her out of state, then we’ll come back and deal with Hogan and his gang.”

Spike runs his fingers through his hair, he’s clearly distressed. He’s gotten not only himself, but Chey in a situation that’s beyond dangerous.

“I don’t know if tryin’ to get out is the best move, Cade.”

“What will you do then? Leave her here? They come lookin’ for you, they’re goin’ to come here. You need to get her out.”

“I’ll lock her in the basement; she’ll be safe. I’ll go face them, keep them away from the house.”

“That’s a fuckin’ risk and you know it.”

He growls. “Fuck, mother fucker.”

“Go and get her. We’re gettin’ her out now.”

“What’s going on?”

We both turn to see Chey standing at the door. She’s a beautiful woman, with silky blonde hair, big brown eyes and a tiny petite build. Her stomach is just starting to round out with their unborn babe. Chey is the love of Spike’s life; he’s given up everything to make her happy, to be with her, to adore her. And he does, he adores the living shit out of her. I watch as he walks over, wrapping his arms around her. Compared to his height, she looks like a child. Her head rests on his chest; he’s a good foot taller than her. He holds her close, and for a moment, I let him. Time is running short though, Hogan’s gang is already in town. It won’t take them long to find Spike’s address.

“We gotta move, Spike.”

Spike let’s Chey go and looks down at her. “We’re goin’ to have to go for a drive, sunshine? Got me?”

She nods. “What’s going on?”

“Just a biker problem, Cade here is goin’ to sort it for us, okay?”

She looks at me, her eyes hopeful. I smile at her, giving her the best reassuring glance I can. “Just goin’ for a few days, yeah?”

She nods, and turns and quickly gathers her purse. “I can get clothes on the way.”

Spike meets my gaze and I nod at him, then I grip the keys and jerk my head towards the garage. “My car.”

“Haven’t you two been drinking?” Chey asks.

“It’ll be fine,” I assure her.

“I have an unborn child. I’m not comfortable with you two driving.”

Fuckin’ women, they can be so fuckin’ stubborn.

“Let Cade drive,” Spike says in a warning tone.

“No,” Chey says, crossing her arms.

“Might be a good idea to let her drive,” I suggest. “If they see her, and we’re low in the back seat, they won’t get suspicious.”

“Great idea, can we go?” Chey says, grabbing the keys out of my hand.

I can see she’s scared as hell, but she’s covering it well.

“I say no,” Spike argues. “It’s not safe.”

“Spike, just let it be. It’s the safest option.”

“For who?” he roars at me. “You and me?”

“They won’t recognize her!”

“You underestimate them!” Spike bellows.

Chey walks over, rubbing Spike’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m with Cade on this one; he’s got the right idea. It’ll be fine, honey, just fine.”

Spike is trembling with rage, but he nods with defeat and we all pile into the car. Spike and I get into the backseat, and Chey gets into the front.

“Stay low, boys. I’ll tell you when it’s clear.”

We both sit low as Chey backs out. When she’s out on the road, I can feel Spike trembling beside me. He’s scared, and I know why. These guys aren’t the sort you fuck with. Jack’s and the boys are out of town, so I can’t even call on them for backup. This is our only option, and it’s a shitty one.

“It’s clear so far,” Chey says from the front seat.

“Keep drivin’ sunshine, yeah, good girl,” Spike encourages, his voice trembling.

We drive for ten minutes and thus far, things are workin’ out. Then everything changes. Just like that, it all becomes a nightmare.

“Spike, there’s some bikes behind me,” Chey says in a panicked voice.

“Fuck,” Spike growls lifting his head enough to look out the back of the car.

“Is it them?” I ask, reaching into my jeans for my gun.

“Fuckin’ mother fucker. It’s them all right, with back up. There’s at least twenty of them.”

Fuck.

“Keep drivin’, Chey,” I say gently to the woman having a panic attack in the front of the car.

“Spike, I’m frightened,” she wails.

“Baby, you’re gonna be just fine,” Spike soothes her, but his eyes are wide and panicked.

“Oh God, I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to,” she sobs.

“Hey, Chey, listen to me, yeah? You’re gonna be just fine. It’s fine. You just keep drivin’, sugar, just keep drivin’,” I say to her, using my best comforting voice; even though right now, I’m anything but comforted.

“I say pull over,” Spike growls in my ear. “Let me face them. It’s me they want.”

“They’ll fuckin’ kill you,” I hiss.

“I’m not riskin’ her.”

“I won’t pull over!” Chey cries, picking up speed.

“Chey, baby, do as I ask,” Spike orders.

“No, I won’t hand you to them,” she cries, high pitched and frightened. “I won’t let you die.”

“We gotta pull over, Chey, pull over,” Spike pushes.

“No!”

“Spike, she’s right. We can’t pull over,” I hiss in his ear. “They’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out as soon as you step outta this car.”

“Oh God!” Chey cries.

“It’s me or they’re goin’ to fuckin’ blow this car!”

“We’re on a highway. They won’t do anythin’ while we remain on it.”

“Cade, you’re fuckin’ wrong about this. It’s the wrong call. We need to pull over.”

“I won’t fuckin’ sit back and let my best friend die,” I roar at him.

“Stop it!” Chey screams. “Just stop! I won’t pull over!”

“Pull over!” Spike bellows. “Now, Cheyenne!”

“No!”

My heart is thudding so loudly I can hear it in my head. We’re fucked. We’re royally fucked. Spike grips the door handle, but I lunge at him, gripping him around the neck and hurling him backwards. That’s when the shot rings out. Just one single shot. For a moment, I think it was just a warning shot, until I realize we’re covered in blood. It’s everywhere, on the roof, on the seats, on us. Spike’s eyes are wide; he’s just stopped moving. The whites in his eyes keep getting bigger and bigger, like he’s in shock. My stomach drops. My buddy, they’ve shot him, fuck, no . Then he opens his mouth, and he screams. He screams so loudly my ears begin ringing. It’s only then, I realize what he’s screaming about.

It wasn’t Spike who was shot.

It was Cheyenne.

Slowly, my mind registers what’s happening. When my eyes fall on the front seat of the car, I see so much blood it’s hard to see anything else. Then I see her, Cheyenne, missing half of her head. They shot her, clean in the back of the head. She’s dead. It’s her blood covering us. Spike’s screams pierce my ears, and I can’t react, all I can do is stare as the car begins spinning wildly out of control. When it begins to roll, I finally give in to the shock ripping through my body. Cheyenne is dead. She’s dead and it’s my fault. I let my best friend’s wife die. I as good as killed her.

When the car smashes into a tree, I let everything go black.

It’s easier that way.