11. On the Mountain

CHAPTER 11

ON THE MOUNTAIN

TRINITY

I was on my way to the store when I got a call from Shaina. Since it was hooked into my bluetooth, I answered. “Driving. Not sure how long I’ll have reception,” I warned Shaina, having already seen it was her on the other line.

“Bitch! Do you even know what’s going on?”

“No. I was on my way to get groceries.” I pulled over, so I wouldn’t lose reception, after I heard the damn near panicked tone. “What’s going on?”

“That bitch who claimed to have a kid with Josh before he died.”

“Terry, what about her?”

“She’s been stalking our girl and her kids. I don’t know all of it, but I heard Wash and some of the men talking at the clubhouse. Some asshole or maybe Terry, put a fucking threat on Reesa’s car today and Ariel found it.”

“Are you serious? Is she okay? Are they at the house?”

“They’re safe, somewhere the club has them.”

“They aren’t at the clubhouse?”

“Nope, but I think something bad is happening. If you see that bitch while you’re out, call it in.”

“Call it in to who?” I asked as worry for my friend and her children set in.

“The club. Call it into the club. Shit! I have to go. Talk soon.”

Shaina wasn’t the most reliable of people on a good day, but she had given me just enough information to scare me to death and not enough information to know what to do with it. I put my Jeep in gear and turned to check my blindspot when I saw that bitch, Terry, drive past like Death himself was chasing her ass. Since she managed to piss off an entire motorcycle club, that might not be too far from the truth. I pulled out behind her and followed as I tried to dial Shaina back. Then I tried to get in touch with Hollywood, but couldn’t get through. My uncle wasn’t in town, so I knew he wouldn’t be much help. I tried to contact Reesa, but she wasn’t answering either. Finally, I managed to get through to the clubhouse.

“What?” A male voice I didn’t recognize squawked down the line.

“My name is Trinity Monroe, I’m Bishop’s niece. I’m following a woman named Terry. Oh shit!” I yelped as she took the turn to head toward Helen, Georgia. “She’s headed toward Helen now. I’m following behind her, but cell reception is spotty at best.”

“Is that the bitch that ran Tash off the road?”

“I don’t know. She was threatening my friend, Reesa. Walker’s woman.”

“Same one. Stay on the phone with me as long as you can. I’m going to try to get someone to help relay messages between you and our two who are looking for her as well.”

“Who do you have out looking for her?”

“Can’t say,” he grunted. I could hear him typing out a message on the other end of the line, but my heart hammered in my chest so hard, it took every bit of my focus to stay on Terry’s ass. If she ran Tash off the road, in addition to threatening Reesa, the bitch was in big trouble with the MC.

“If you tell me who to look for, I can flag them down when I see them.”

“Look for motorcycles, lady.” If I ever found out which one of the prospects answered my call, I would put a foot up his ass.

A call came through as I waited for the prospect to update me. It was an unknown number, so on the off chance that it was Reesa trying to get in touch, I answered it. “Hello!”

“Trinity, it’s Trouble. Need to know where you are.”

“On the road to Helen from Hiawassee.” I didn’t even question that he was the one that called. I knew it would be better to speak to him than some dumbass prospect who didn’t know how to handle a car chase. Shit. I didn’t know how to handle a car chase, except that was exactly what I was in the middle of. I glanced into my rearview mirror, expecting to see a motorcycle, but instead I found a black SUV with tinted windows. “I don’t suppose you’re in that SUV behind me, are you?”

“Fuck!” I hear him yell, and only then did it register that he must be talking to me through the comms in his helmet. “I’m on my bike headed that way as fast as I can. I need an update and for you to stay as low as possible.”

“Shit!” I yelled as Terry took a left off of the highway and onto the dirt road that led back to a couple waterfalls that were tourist hotspots. My Jeep caught air for a minute before I came back down and immediately dropped my foot on the brake. I did it gently, but Terry apparently hadn’t done as good a job. She fishtailed in front of me and just barely missed wrapping her car around a tree. “Turned off, headed to Blue Hole and High Shoal Falls.”

“And you followed her down there?”

“Who else is going to do it?” I glanced back in my rearview again. “Beside the guys in the SUV behind me?” I questioned again.

“Almost to you, Sugar. Hang in there.”

“Sugar?” I questioned without thinking. I heard him chuckle just as the reception broke up. “Not now!” I screamed at my Jeep as if threatening it could bring my cell signal back. I knew damn well it couldn’t and that I was mostly on my own sandwiched between the bitch, Terry, and the men who were either after her or me. Considering I didn’t think I cut anyone off and the little Shaina managed to convey to me earlier, I guessed that the men behind me were not the good guy type. That was confirmed when one of them stuck their head out of the window and pointed a gun at me.

“Get out of the way!” He ordered.

“And go where, asshole?” We were on what amounted to a single-vehicle dirt road headed up the mountain and there was nowhere to pull over to let the jerk pass me. Not that I thought it was a good idea to stop for them anyway, considering he had already brandished a weapon in plain sight. I glanced down at my cell again. Still no signal and probably wouldn’t have one until I reached high ground with open sky. Fuck my life. I was not supposed to die in the middle of the fucking forest while chasing a cunty whorebag and being chased by assholes with guns.

I heard a pop and slipped down as far as I could in the seat. Trouble’s last words to me rang out in my mind then. “…Stay as low as possible.” Well, given my recent circumstance, I understood why. Someone had shot me. I think it was meant to be a warning shot, and it did its job, in a way, since Terry sped up again. “Not a good idea, cuntbag,” I mumbled to no one. It was a damn shame Terry couldn’t hear me. I would have given my left tit for a loudspeaker so I could chew her out and tell the idiots behind me how stupid they were to think I could just pull over - directly off the side of the mountain. Then again, they shot at me, so they probably didn’t care about my outcome enough for my failure to pull over to make sense.