Fling and the others looked around the warehouse district where their tunnel came out. When they had purchased the land in Mexico, it had been of course to move the Furies there. It was just after Devon and Titan were killed and they all just wanted to escape.
It had been Ridge who found the tunnel in the shack. The others had wanted to demolish the thing at first sight, but when Ridge found the completely dug out tunnel already there. It took them six months to get their hands on the warehouse it came out in. The place had belonged to an older man who passed. They had to wait for his will to come out of probate, but they had gotten it. Now they stored some of their excess stuff in it as cover. Inside, there was a separate section of the warehouse they completely overhauled when they bought it. There was state of the art security system that hid the area they used frequently. It was where a lot of their assignments were given and they got ready for. However, the gear in there, wasn’t something they wanted to use during this fight.
If something happened, the weapons could be traced which would cause a clusterfuck for the agency that usually hired them for their jobs. It paid well, however Fling and the others had learned where and when to spend the money they got. All of it was in an off-shore bank account. It wasn’t widely known the Furies actually had money.
Ricco and his men were watching the perimeter; they would tell the Furies when someone arrived. Fling knew Ortiz had found the warehouse when the man who ran the yard called and said someone was inquiring about a specific warehouse to purchase, and it happened to be theirs, he knew.
“They should be coming within the next few hours,” Bear muttered and Fling nodded.
“Depends on how fast they are moving. I hope they get here before the assholes arrive or they will be walking into a fucking war. Boomer won’t let her come up unless it’s clear, but still it would be just a fucking mess,” Fling said and wiped his hand down his face.
“We could send someone down to warn them.” Bear shrugged and Fling shook his head.
“Don’t think we can, all we can do is throw some weapons down there if it looks like Ortiz will be here. We need everyone to make sure they don’t get here in the first place.”
“Okay, well…” Bear started and they heard the ring of Fling’s phone, as he pulled it out he grimaced and answered.
“We are coming to the warehouse, there are five SUVs with tinted windows. If they are full, you will need our help,” Ricco said with a menacing tone.
While they were preparing, and even though Creed had previously told them the story of what happened with Titan, Birdie, and Devon, when it was explained from the Furies perspective, Ricco had understood the need to kill this bastard. He had agreed and even offered to make sure that when all was said and done, the bastard’s body would never be found.
“Okay,” Fling said and hung up the phone. He looked around at his club members, there were fifteen here, and they had another group of patched members at the compound with the Prospects. Their total was twenty-five large for their members; however, they also knew more men wanted to join but they had held them off while they checked them out.
“Fling,” Bear grumbled and he nodded and said, “get ready, looks like they are bringing the war directly to us. Someone throw at least two weapons down the shaft.”
The men nodded and everyone went to their places. The windows were all covered, the doors, the back doors, the secured area, but Fling walked to the main door and opened it. He stepped out and looked around, turned and closed the door and folded his arms over his chest and waited. Ortiz wasn’t stupid; he would know right where to go. He was also gonna make sure his men weren’t all in the SUVs when they pulled up. He thought he was smarter than a bunch of ‘dumb bikers’.
He heard Bear inside, barking orders to cover him as I saw Ricco on the roof of the building across from them. Motherfucker, that dude moved like a fucking cat too. Fling had his shades on, but Ricco must have felt his gaze because he turned and looked right at him and nodded before moving carefully to the edge of the roof.
He saw the rest of Ricco’s men—three of them going to the side door, the rest spreading around the narrow lane Ortiz would need to bring his SUV down if he wanted to be close to the door. He refused to move from the door, sure he had a pistol at his back but that was it, if the fucker wanted to kill him, he would have to look him in the eye, something Fling had every intention of doing. It wouldn’t be slow and easy.
Fling had ordered his men to make sure that motherfucker was alive at the end of this, he didn’t give two shits if he was shot, half dead or fucking crawling on the pavement, he wanted to kill him and look him in the eyes when he did. Everyone understood, even Ricco whom when Fling had told him that, actually had grinned evilly but agreed.
He saw the first SUV a split second before he heard the first gun fire. It was time.
Boomer and Georgie had been moving fast, the closer they got to the end, the quieter they had gotten. However, Georgie did have the discussion she had been thinking of this morning right when they had started walking.
“Boomer? Uh Vic?” Georgie said hesitantly, that was the first time she had used his real name and she looked at him intently.
“Yeah, baby,” he said and kept walking, but did grab her hand though.
“Listen, I realize when we get to the end of the tunnel today, you nor I know what is gonna be waiting. I just wanted to clear the air a little, you know about what happened down here. I mean, I get the whole, intense situation and relationships built on that usually don’t, uh work. I think I heard that in a movie once, yeah, Sandra Bullock said it in Speed, but anyway. Okay, so I just want you to know. That even running from the bad guys and everything, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Boomer nodded and said seriously, “Neither would I, but this is not the end of us. When we get out of here, it is just the beginning. Who gives two shits what some chick said in a movie, it doesn’t mean dick to me.”
“Okay then, well, I just want you to know…” Georgie said and Boomer squeezed her hand.
“Baby, I know, all will be good, I am anxious to meet your parents.”
Georgie laughed and shook her head. “You’ll change that tune.”
After that, they had talked a little, not much, enough though so she had felt like he was concentrating hard on what was to come. She wasn’t going to annoy him or interrupt him. There were several things she thought of while they were walking that she wanted answers to.
First off, why the hell were they running from the Columbians, she knew what he had told her, but it was barely enough for her to go on. She knew the Ops had their secrets too, Sofia and her had talked about it; however, it was like with her brother, ask no questions, tell no lies, he always said. Which was cool, because he was her brother; Boomer, well, she trusted him. There was just something about him, but still, she deserved a little bit of an explanation. As they walked, she was determined to find out what was going on. So when they stopped for lunch, she brought it up finally.
“So, why do these people, the Columbians, care so much about you and the club? I mean, I know there are things that are none of my business, I get it. The club business is club business, however, since they are chasing me as well, and I kinda got dragged into this. Sofia and I might not have been around clubs before, but Kink from the Ops I grew up with and my brother is tight lipped with his business too. I get it, but really right now, we don’t know what we are walking into and I would really like to understand what’s going on,” she said and Boomer looked at her intently.
“Baby,” he said finally. “I get what you are saying, I do, and yeah, I would love to tell you what is going on, but I can’t. I can’t until I can talk to Fling and the others, get permission to tell you stuff. It’s not just our lives on the line here, seriously, there is a lot more going on than what you know.”
She paused and then looked down to her lunch and she nodded. She understood, shit she did on one level, but seriously, on another level, she totally didn’t get it. How in the hell was she supposed to risk her life, because she really could have left Boomer in Mexico, gone to the Embassy and explained what happened and fuck everyone else. But she hadn’t, why? Because she had listened to him.
“Okay, I understand, but do you get where I am coming from. I am here, too, though, it just doesn’t seem—” Georgie said and Boomer interrupted.
“I get that, baby, I do. But this is club life, there is shit I can’t tell you, ever, there is some I can share. But through all of it, you need to trust me to make sure you are taken care of. I will, you can trust me to do that, but you are going to need to make a decision before we leave here, baby. If you want this beyond this place, you need to decide, I am not gonna change, I can’t, those guys, they are my brothers, they are the guys who have been with me through thick and thin and no way will I ever betray that.”
Georgie was silent, she could deal with that, it wasn’t too hard, but what she couldn’t is risking her life when she had no clue who the enemy was besides knowing it was the ‘Columbians’. Who would? she thought and she felt Boomer stiffen and damn it, she knew she had said that out loud. Fuck.
“Well,” Boomer said with a hard tone she hadn’t heard before, shit, she needed to fix this. She was frustrated, she hadn’t seen sunlight in three days, and those days a lot of shit had been happened. Now, because she wanted just a tiny bit of an answer, she was shut down, oh hell no.
“Wait,” Georgie said but Boomer didn’t. He picked up the trash threw it away, made sure things were cleaned up, and he started to walk. Really? she thought, really?
“Yeah,” Boomer said over his shoulder. “Really, I laid that out for you, and you still need something, that is my answer. It cuts me to say this, but glad I know now, because this shit with my club, it is real, it is what we do, and it is who we are. You can’t accept it, then you can’t, I can’t waste time on trying to get you to see the light.”
Georgie rolled her eyes, asshole. She followed him, two steps behind because she was just fucking annoyed. How dare he think she didn’t trust him enough for this. How fucking dare he? She had followed him, she had gone against everything she knew and really it was better she knew now.
They walked in silence the last three and a half hours to the end of the tunnel. They reached the slightly larger room than where they entered. There was a ladder like before, but this time, there were two guns on the ground right in front of the ladder, as well as a small shelf that had clothes, cellphones, and other things someone may need when they came out of the tunnel. Boomer froze and then looked back and her and said, “Change of plans.”
“Huh? Change of plans? How is there is change in plans, you haven’t talked to anyone, gone up there, checked it out, how is two guns laying on the ground a change of plans?” she snapped.
Boomer glared at her. “There is, now, you need to step back a few steps, give me some room. I will go up, take the cellphone, make sure it is cool. Then you can come out if everything is good, playing this safe, Georgie.”
He said her name, didn’t call her ‘baby’ like he had for the last couple of days, it showed he was thinking of her differently. Shit, when they got out of here, and back home, she would deal with it, right now, she didn’t have the energy for this. See, men were high maintenance everywhere, she wanted to talk to her mom and Sofia, they would have words of wisdom.
She turned without saying a word and walked back down the tunnel a few feet, leaned against the wall, and hid herself. Boomer nodded and then looked up at the door, he put his foot on the first rung and heard the first discharge of a gun above. He turned and pointed to Georgie.
“Stay there, do not come out, if someone other than me yells down here to come out don’t, run the other way, and know the Furies will get you out of here. Take this, turn off the safety and be ready,” he barked and then tossed a gun at her. She caught it, and thank God she didn’t fumble it.
She heard the popping noises and closed her eyes, shit, someone was up there, someone who totally didn’t want them to come up. Why else would there be guns? Was it the Columbians? Why had they allowed them this far? It was just mindblowing to her, to have someone hate you so much they would follow you to kill you. They didn’t know her, and yet they still wanted to hurt her. What did that say about them, not the club, so far, Boomer had not said anything about them going after these people, no it was these people coming after them. Could the club have done something to earn this level of hatred, maybe. But logically, she still felt like they had started this.
Her decision? Thinking things through, Boomer had said she had to decide if she trusted him enough to live this lifestyle with him. If you would have asked her three hours ago, she would have said no. Now, she wasn’t so sure, she didn’t want to know every single thing the club was involved in. She wanted to build bikes, have a man who supported and loved her, and she wanted to feel safe. Isn’t that what she had felt these last three days, safe. The answer was simple, because she had, there was no way she would have ever relaxed enough to joke, laugh, get to know someone. Dammit, she really needed to tell him that, and soon.