“Shit, we were in Mexico, illegally, oh God I was totally going to be thrown in a Mexican jail and turned into some woman’s bitch,” she said and Boomer had no choice but to laugh. Especially when she looked like she thought he hadn’t heard.
“Yeah, you said that out loud. Cute.”
“Uh, yeah, who are you?” the woman said and Boomer smiled and winked.
“Vic ‘Boomer’ Malloy, at your service,” the large man said and she frowned, she didn’t know him, why the hell had she been kidnapped with him? “And you are?” he said and she jumped, shit.
“Sorry, Georgie Roark,” she said and then looked around. “What is happening?”
He stared at her intently, shook his head, and said, “You don’t remember?”
He had been driving to the Ops compound when he had seen a light on in the shop he knew they were opening. He had wanted to get to the party to grab a beer, the day had gone completely to shit, and he needed it. He couldn’t wait to move down here, he hated LA, there were too many fucking cars, and even though San Diego was large as well, just a few short minutes and he could be in the desert or the mountains. Either way, he was more than ready to move.
The club needed to move anyway. It was time, they had been increasingly getting more and more attention from the police, and that wasn’t going to work for them in their line of business. The Furies had developed their reputation over the last three years, they wanted people to understand if they fucked with them, they would end up dead, no questions asked. Their club had their hands in everything, well, all but drugs, they wouldn’t push drugs at all; guns, protection, smuggling, yes. They were in high demand for their services, but the local authorities didn’t seem to appreciate it. They needed to place some distance between the locals in LA and their club. Hopefully, this would do it, or they would be stuck sending another message to the police to leave them the fuck alone. Their first message wasn’t received correctly. However, if they needed another lesson, the Furies would certainly give it to them.
Plus, Fling was going to talk to Creed and Fork, they were hoping to share in the shop they were about ready to open up. Boomer did detailing paint on bikes, he loved drawing a tank out and creating something cool. He also didn’t want to open his own shop, he wanted to be able to come and go as he pleased. This would be perfect if the Ops let him.
As he had pulled up to the back of the shop he had seen a van and two men dragging an obviously unconscious woman behind them. Fuck, he hadn’t even thought to play it cool, hang back, follow them. Hell no, he had gone in guns a blazing, and damned if he hadn’t walked right into their trap, and ended up getting caught right along with the cute little woman! He wasn’t a small man, he was six-six and weighed two-seventy. He used to play ball, and yes, he meant football, the great American sport, in college and almost turned pro. Of course that was before he had blown out his knee and lost everything. Then he had gone into the military, specialized in things that went boom, hence the name. Spent three tours in for a total of eight years, and then retired. Now he blew shit up for fun, which was exactly what he wanted to do.
He had fortunately remained conscious, since the men hadn’t thought to knock him out so much as to just contain him. Boomer knew where they were, and honestly, he didn’t want to freak the woman out more than he had to. Getting across the border was gonna be tricky. He needed to make a few calls when he got outta here, but they weren’t going to be able to go across here in TJ, they were going to have to go another way, and it would be illegal, and dangerous.
The guards had been talking already, the border patrols were bought and paid for by them, so they wouldn’t be able to get across here, which meant going further into Mexico, which was dangerous itself, but also, Boomer didn’t really have too many friends here, in fact, he was probably public enemy number one to a few of the cartels. Especially since he had blown up a few of their warehouses. Should be interesting at least.
He looked back to the female and grinned, yeah she was cute, this was gonna be kinda fun.