Page 2 of Big, Bad Biker Daddy

CHAPTER TWO

Eric

"Hey, Eric," Russell said as he entered the kitchen where I had been sitting. "Chase wants us to meet him in the office right away. He says it's urgent." Raising an eyebrow, I nodded.

"I'm coming," I replied as I followed him out of the kitchen and into the dirt lot that composed the compound parking lot.

Even though it was toward the end of January, the sunny mid-morning air outside was quite refreshing compared to the weather in Texas. I still couldn’t get over how inconsistent the weather could be here. The fact that I was running around without a jacket in January was due to how unusually warm it was. Russell wasn't wearing a jacket, either. As we want to cross the lot, I started to wonder what Chase was up to.

Ever since we arrived here in Colorado, Chase was always telling us to stay in our lane and not cause any trouble. Rather than enforcing Chase's will on the city around us, we instead helped with the legit businesses several members of the group had opened in order to help hide the fact that we were a wanted motorcycle club from Texas. The fact that Chase had said he had urgent business was out of the ordinary these days, and it made me wonder if we were clear to go back to our old jobs.

While I was certain Russell wouldn't admit it, especially after he started dating Rebecca, I missed being the enforcer for the Barbarians. I missed the power I used to feel when I worked to frighten people into doing what Chase wanted, whether it had been collecting debts or helping with altercations with the other gangs in the area. Before we had come to Colorado, anytime Chase had said that something was urgent it always ended with me having to do something for the good of the group.

Even though he had been busy with Lydia, who was now expecting, Chase was still an active member of the group and was always doing whatever it took to ensure our safety. He still had the same amount of command as he did when we were operating in Texas even if he had changed his daily routine. As soon as we entered the office, Chase turned to look at us.

"I need you guys to go into the city," he said, not even giving us a chance to sit down. "An old friend of Megan's has a friend visiting from Texas, and she said that the friend has been kidnapped by her taxi driver. They're currently in the south side of the city. I ran the license plate, and it looks as though the driver is working with human traffickers that I've been monitoring since we got here." A smile spread across my face as I nodded.

This was the type of work I missed doing, and I couldn't believe my luck. Even though rescue missions weren't always an option, we still like to keep our minds open in case any of our friends called in a favor. Megan was still new to the group, but she was able to call in favors. This kind of favor was the perfect chance to stretch our legs.

"Where in the south side are we going?" I asked. Chase pulled up a map from his desk and circled a general area.

"Fifty-third Avenue and Sunset Boulevard," he said. "According to Megan, her friend's visitor has a cell phone and has been able to keep her up to date on what is going on. Last we heard, she escaped the car and is hiding at the gas station right there at the light. Your job will be to find her and bring her to the compound for her own safety.” Considering the plan, I sighed.

“We’re bringing her here?” I asked, and Chase nodded.

“Yes. These traffickers are known to come after a person if they escaped. They have a very strict no witnesses policy. By bringing her to the compound, we’ll be able to keep them from returning to finish the job.” Considering this, I nodded.

“How do we know that she’ll still be there?” I asked. “It could take fifteen minutes just to get to the city, and, depending on traffic, we’re looking at about another ten minutes or so. By then, anything could happen.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “That’s why we’re giving you the phone number of the woman you’ll be picking up. All you have to do is message her and tell her you’re Amanda’s uncle.”

“Who the hell is Amanda?” I asked, and Chase sighed.

“She’s Megan’s friend,” he explained. “You’re only saying it so that the visitor will communicate with you.”

After a few minutes, Chase had finished explaining everything we needed in order to find the girl and bring her to the compound. I only asked the key questions, knowing that time was of the essence. As we headed out, Russell insisted on driving.

“Feels great to be back to our old job, doesn’t it?” I asked as we pulled out of the compound. “You think we’re going to be back permanently to our old ways now?”

“I sure hope not,” he replied. “Honestly, I was starting to enjoy how quiet it’s been since we moved here.”