Redemption Road

I chuckled. “I think we’ll make it fine. A

“For your sake, I hope you’re right,” Chulo replied.

Ghost threw out his hand. “We gotta be going, brother.”

I smacked his palm and then drew him to me for a hug. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for all your help.”

“Sticking it to the Diablos was good fucking fun,” he replied.

With a laugh, I pulled away. “We still owe you. Even though we’re going legit, we’re here for you guys when you need us.”

“Glad to hear it. Don’t hesitate to call us if you need anything.”

“I appreciate it.”

After exchanging handshakes and hugs with Chulo and Snake, the El Paso Raiders headed out the door. It was only a few moments later that A

At what must have been my lengthy stare, she brought her hand self-consciously to her hair. “Does it look okay?”

“Yeah. It looks great. No way would anyone recognize you now.”

She appeared relieved that a slight alteration would help disguise her identity. “I’m just glad it’s the kind that will wash out in a few days.” As she gazed down at herself, she said, “I know it’s probably a lot to ask, but when we get ready to stop for the night, I would really like to find some new clothes.”

I smiled. “I think I can handle that.”

“Thank you.”

“Ready?”

She nodded. “I think I’m all packed,” she mused.

I laughed at the forced good humor in her statement. “I do like a woman who can travel light,” I replied as I slung my bag over my shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Even though we were in the relative safety of the hospital, I kept A

After peering around the parking lot, A

“Bishop and Breakneck are bringing it here.”

“It gets its own escort?”

I laughed. “I guess you could say that. The El Paso Raiders wanted to make sure it was kept safe until we needed it.”

“Safe from what exactly?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. Something along the lines of being rigged with explosives.”

A

“It’s not just for you. It’s for me as well.”

“But you only need protection because you took me from Mendoza.”

After shifting my bag on my arm, I shook my head at her. “Even if I had left you to die, I would still be a marked man. I helped storm the home of a Rodriguez cartel lieutenant where not only was his latest batch of girls ‘destroyed,’ but there was a substantial amount of money taken as well.”

“I guess I didn’t realize how much risk you had taken on.”

Without realizing that she was probably still skittish when it came to being touched by men, I reached over and brushed a strand of dark hair out of her face. Her green eyes widened, but she didn’t jerk away. “Sorry I had to rain on your little martyr parade.”

She gave a bark of a laugh. “Smart-ass.”

It was good to see her being lighthearted. We were interrupted by the roaring sound of incoming bikes. I jerked my head to the left to see Bishop and Breakneck pulling up to the curb. Following close behind them were two cars.

Even before I was told, I knew which one was for us. It looked to be a mid-to late-1980s Oldsmobile. It was the kind of car you didn’t have to worry about getting stolen because it was so hideous-looking no one would give it a second glance. But the engine sounded good, so it would do its job by getting us back to Georgia.

“Glad to see you guys. For a minute, I thought you had forgotten us,” I said.

Bishop gri

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered with a smile. “You guys holding back for an hour or two before heading to the border?”

“Yep. Don’t want to draw any u

When my gaze cut over to Breakneck, I couldn’t help feeling a slight pang in my chest at the sight of him on my bike. “You take good care of her, okay?”

Breakneck smiled. “Quit wringing your hands like an old woman. I’ve been ridin’ longer than you’ve been alive, you little jerk-off, so get it out of your head that I’m going to fuck up your bike.”

I punched him playfully in the arm. “Thanks, asshole.” Truth be told, I was grateful to see him smiling, period.

“Whatcha think of the car?” Bishop asked A

Although I’m sure she had never ridden in anything that wasn’t brand-new, A

Shaking his head, Bishop gri

“High praise indeed,” she replied. Of course, she had no idea that when it came to Bishop, it really was the highest of praise.

“Okay, we should get going,” I said.

As A

A

“I do. And last time I checked, I was the physician here.”

I braced myself for an argument, considering A

“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Another good thing about that car is the wide backseat.”

“Lucky me,” A

Breakneck reached in the pocket of his cut and pulled out a bottle of pills, which he handed to me. “Those are some painkillers in case she needs them.”

“Thanks. I’ll make sure she gets them.”

“There’s enough for both of you in there.”

“I’m fine.” With a smile, I offered him a joke from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. “’Tis just a flesh wound. I’d hardly admit to being shot when I barely got hit.”

Breakneck gave me a no-nonsense look. “You still need to take care of yourself. I know you’re going to be busting ass to get out of Texas, but you’re going to need to stop and stretch your leg some.”

“Okay. I will.”

Breakneck gave a slight nod before sliding his helmet back on.

“See you guys back home sometime this week,” I said.

Bishop nodded. “Be safe, brother. Let us know where you are and how it’s going.”

“Sure thing.” Then I slid into the driver’s seat, where I was blinded by the reflection from a set of sequined dice. “Jesus,” I muttered before removing them and throwing them in the glove box.

“Not exactly your style?” A

“Smart-ass.” She smiled at me as I put the car into drive.

We had about a thirty-minute trip to the border. While El Paso and Juárez were separated only by the Paso del Norte bridge over the Rio Grande, both Mendoza’s compound and the hospital had been tucked far away from the city.

At first we drove in silence. When A

She nodded. “A little.”

By the way she was acting, I could tell her obvious fear was about more than just the border. “Tell me what else is bothering you.”