"Almost, but we handled it."

He sucked in his breath as the girl's head bobbed faster. "Explain," he said, sliding his hand into her mass of platinum blonde curls. One thing about April she looked and sucked like a porno star.

"Let's just say that we have two. One who we picked up at his house and the other, we picked up at a different address."

"He has two?"

"Not really. It's complicated," answered Skull, sounding amused. "What's happening on your end of the phone, Mud? Sounds like I'm interrupting something."

"It's none of your goddamn business. Now, tell me we have what we need?"

"And then some."

"Good. See you soon," he answered and then hung up.

April raised her head. "I'm so horny, Mud. How about I get naked and you fuck me?" she asked, sliding her hand up and down his shaft.

"Another time." He pushed her head back down. He'd forgotten to pick up more condoms and the fuck if he was going to take a chance with April. Although a real looker, it was pretty obvious that she wanted to be more than a piece of tail. She wanted to wear his cut and ride on the back of his bike. But he didn't want an Old Lady, nor did he want to take a chance and knock her up. Eighteen years of child support was bullshit. He hated kids and he wasn't about to have one with a girl who whined as much as April. "Yeah, open wide," he ordered, thrusting his hips so she'd take it deeper into her mouth. He closed his eyes and thought about how pissed off Raptor was going to be when he realized what had happened. That he'd taken his precious Old Lady. He imagined the things that he'd do to her when she arrived, which would be anything the fuck he wanted. Hell, as far as he was concerned, the girl would be passed around and then disposed of.

She's property of the Devil's Rangers now.

Thoughts of fucking Raptor's bitch's mouth, instead of April's sent him over the edge. He gasped as his seed exploded out of his dick. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Swallow it." She obliged and when his penis became too sensitive, he pushed her away.

April tumbled backward on her heels. "Mud," she whined, staring up at him with swollen lips and big doe eyes. "What the hell?"

"Quit fucking around and get me some coffee," he ordered, pulling his Levis back up. The truth was, making her feel insignificant gave him a tiny thrill.

She scowled at him. "Really?"

Mud grunted. "Hey, you're the one who wanted to suck my dick when all I really wanted was a damn cup of coffee. Now, you can go and get what I asked for in the first place."

April stood up. She was wearing a skin-tight, blue dress and knee-high black boots. He'd once found her sexier than hell, but now all he could think about was her community snatch. In the last week-and-a-half, it had given more rides than any rollercoaster at Disney World, regardless of whether she'd wanted it or not. But it was a rule that any girl who hung out at the clubhouse was open season and the guys loved April more than any of the other whores that visited. He had a feeling that her black hole of a vagina could now take all of them at once, if ordered to, and Mud was secretly glad he'd forgotten to buy condoms. He didn't want to go in and end up in some other galaxy.

"Why do you have to be so mean?" she asked, still pouting.

He laughed coldly. "You've never seen my mean side, sweetheart. But if you don't quit acting like a fucking baby, you just might. Now," he rubbed his eye, "get me what I asked for and quit with the griping. You know how much I hate that shit."

April nodded quietly and then walked out of his office.

"Fucking bitches," he mumbled, taking out a cigarette. They always wanted or needed something. Just like his mother, who'd nagged him until the day she'd died. If it wasn't for the lung cancer taking her life, he'd have done it himself. He'd come close more than a few times.

April returned a few seconds later with his coffee, still looking pissed. Sighing, he opened up his desk drawer and took out a joint. He held it up to her. "Why don't you go find a quiet place and smoke this? It might make you less uptight."

Her eyes widened in surprise and she smiled. "Thanks, Mud."

"Don't say I never gave you anything," he said as she leaned over the desk to give him a kiss. He held his arm out, to stop her. "No need for that. Not after you just swallowed my load."

She laughed and tucked the joint behind her ear. "Fine. You guys are all weird about that."

"If I wanted to taste another man's wad, I'd become a faggot."

Her eyes narrowed. "My brother is gay. He hates that word. So do I. It's offensive and hateful."

"Oh really? Well, tough shit. You're in my clubhouse and I'll say whatever the fuck I want," he said, raising his voice. "You don't like it then you can give me back my joint and go home to your asshole faggot of a brother and fuck him straight. You've had enough practice in that department. If anyone can do it, you certainly can."

Tears sprang to her eyes and she clenched her fists together. Nobody was as cruel as Mud. Nobody. "You're... you're..."

"I'm what?" he asked, daring her to say it. He knew he was being an asshole but didn't give a shit.

The look in Mud's eyes reminded her of the time he'd beat one of the other girls so badly, she'd ended up in the hospital. April decided to let it go. She'd had enough of his bullshit but she wasn't about to get a beating from a prick that enjoyed using his fists on women. Not when there were other ways of getting back at him, which she vowed to. "You're... so generous," she lied, wishing that she could slap the slimy smile right off of his face. "For giving me this joint."

His eyes widened and he laughed. "Good choice of words. Not even I was expecting that. Now, get the fuck out of my office. I've got some calls to make."

She turned on her heel and left, her nails digging into the palms of her hands.

I hope someone takes you down, you prick, thought April, wishing she would have bit his dick off when she had the chance.

Chapter Twenty.

"What's this about Adriana?" asked Slammer after I hung up with Vanda.

"They've got her," I said angrily. My hands were shaking, I was so pissed off. "Where's Misty?"

"I think she left," said Tank, scratching the stubble on his chin.

"She did," said Slammer, pulling out his cell phone. "I'm calling this in. Let everyone know what's going on. Fuck, I might even call Bastard on this one."

Trying not to lose it, I headed toward the exit. I was furious but I was also terrified. For Adriana. If they were the ones that had grabbed her, she might already be dead.

"Where you going?" asked Tank, following me.

"I'm going to Misty's and then to Minnesota if I have to," I said, my voice cracking. "I've gotta find her, brother."

"I'm coming with you," he said, when we stepped back outside into the cold. "You packing?"

I turned back around. "No, but I sure as shit need to be."

"Don't worry about driving home for it. I've got something in the safe for the both of us. Hang tight," he said, turning back around.

I waited for him in my truck. When he stepped back out of the bar, Slammer was with him.

"He's coming with us," said Tank, handing me a revolver.

I put the gun in the glove compartment. "Okay. We're going to Misty's place, right?"

"Yeah. I'll follow you in my vehicle," said Slammer, nodding toward his black Yukon Denali.

Tank got into my truck and started making phone calls to other club members, telling them to stand by for instructions.

"You think Misty knows about this?" he asked between calls.

"I don't know but I'm going to fucking kill her," I said, gritting my teeth, "if she doesn't help us find Adriana."

"She will when we get our hands on her. We'll make her tell us everything, even if we have to beat it out of her," he replied. "You know where she lives?"

"Kind of. She lives in that trailer park near St. Peter's, doesn't she?" I answered.

"Yeah. You know which trailer?"

"No."

"I'll direct you."

"Okay."

When we arrived at Misty's, her car was parked in the small driveway and the light was on.

Slammer pulled in behind me and we all got out.

"I thought that was you. What are you guys doing here?" asked Misty, opening the front door before we had a chance to knock. She blew out a cloud of smoke and smiled. "Are you looking to party?"

"Fuck no. We're here to talk," I said sharply, trying to keep my cool.

"Talk? Now?" she asked, looking surprised. She moved out of the way so that we could enter. "This couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

We stepped into the trailer; it smelled like the fruity perfume she always wore and stale cigarettes.

"Seriously," she went on. "What's so important that the three of you had to drive all the way out here when you could have just called me?"

"Quit with the bullshit," I said, turning around to face her, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like grabbing the two-faced, conniving bitch and throwing her across the room. "Where the fuck is Adriana?"

"Your Old Lady?" Misty's eyes widened. "Why would I know where she is?"

Slammer sighed and pulled out a gun. "Enough with the lies, Misty. Tell us where she is or I'll blow your fucking head off. We have no time for this shit. A girl's life is in danger."

She took a step back. "Why are you telling me all of this stuff?" she asked, looking frightened. "I have no idea what you're even talking about."

"We know all about you and your dealings with the Devil's Rangers," snapped Tank.

"The Devil's Rangers?" she laughed nervously. "What the fuck, Tank? Why would I have any dealings with them?"

"That's the question, isn't it?" said Slammer, grabbing her by the arm. He held the gun to her forehead. "Why would you fuck us over for those pieces of shit?"

She began to cry. "Please, don't kill me. I don't know anything about Adriana. I swear to God."

"Liar," I said, feeling so frustrated, I wanted to grab her and shake the truth from her. "They have her and you know it. Where in the fuck have they taken her?"

She shook her head quickly. "I don't know. I don't. Please, you've got to believe me."

Her cell phone, which was sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa, began to vibrate. Tank leaned over and picked it up. "Looks like you have a text message, Misty," he said, pushing some buttons. "From someone named 'M'. Who's 'M'?"

"My mom," she said quickly. She held out her hand. "She's very sick. I need to read the message."

Tank grunted. "Don't worry, I'll read it to you."

"Please, just give me my phone," she begged, her lips trembling.

"It says that you need to get out of town, Misty." Tank looked at her and smirked. "What do you think that means?"

"That she needs me," she said.

"Still playing games, huh? Do you really think we're that stupid?" replied Tank. He typed something into her phone and sent it.

"What did you type?"

"I asked 'M' why," he said.

"You're looking a little warm, there, Misty," said Slammer, staring at the beads of sweat on her forehead.

"You'd be sweating too if you had a gun pointed at your head," she snapped.

The phone vibrated again. Tank read the message quietly and then looked at me.

"What does it say?" I asked.

"It says that they have something of Raptor's and that he'll be looking for it," he replied, smiling grimly.

"Busted, you fucking bitch," said Slammer.

She looked at me. "I swear to God, I had no idea that they were going to do something this."

"Enough with the lies!" I hollered, staring at her in disbelief.

"Your words don't mean shit to us right now," said Slammer in a deadly voice.

Tank typed something else and sent it.

"What did you type?" I asked, pacing back and forth in the trailer.

"I asked what exactly that meant."

After a few seconds, the phone buzzed again.