Free Highway to Heaven by Harley McRide

guys
while we go kick ass though.” Rose thought about her words and
stuttered. “N-not all the guys. The single ones. Little cunts get
within five feet of my guys and they’ll be the first to dispose
of,” she laughed.
    Chevy giggled. “I know what you meant. And
yeah, only the girls in our circle join up. But you know, if you
don’t get those wild child sisters of yours some sort of structure,
they’re gonna end up in jail or knocked up.”
    Rose let out a deep huff. “Yeah. Lacey’s
already fuckin’ Sledge. Definitely don’t want them joining the rat
force.”
    “What! Are you sure?” Chevy exclaimed.
    “No, but I’m guessing her ratted hair and
half torn shirt wasn’t from a bad nightmare last night. Sledge’s
gonna get his ass handed to him as soon as I get a chance. He
should know better, dammit.”
    “Hey, they’re both of age and you know what
that means. They are fresh meat in a steakhouse, babe. Sisters
don’t get the same sort of hands off as kids or ol’ ladies. Get
them on a bike and let’s get them patched up. If they have
something to do besides spread their legs and party, it’ll settle
‘em down.” Chevy knew a little more than Rose did about her
sisters’ wild ways. Heaven had come to her on many occasions to
help rein the little shits in and hide it from the then extremely
pregnant Rose. Now, Rose wouldn’t be tied to the bed and was sure
to freak the fuck out when she got a look at how uncontrollable
they’d become.
    “Maybe so. I guess them being in this life is
inevitable and the best option. At least they’ll be looked after.
Hell, it isn’t like mom gives a shit. She’s still begging to come
to one of the parties. Thank God Tonto knows how mortified I’d be
and keeps her at bay. Even for her age, the guys still howl like
wolves when she comes to visit.” Rose’s eyebrows drew together. She
hated that her mom was the way she was, but at least she’d started
being a mom.
    “Hell, I know. If Ironman thought it wouldn’t
cause ripples, he’d have jumped her a long time ago. Chief has to
threaten ‘em all before she arrives. So, you in?”
    “In?” Rose asked, sidetracked from their
detoured conversation.
    “Yeah, in,” Chevy laughed. “The Lady Riders.”
Rose’s eyes went wide and she grinned.
    “Oh hell yeah. It’s time people realized the
Savages and Ops chicks were badass and didn’t fuck around.” She
laughed. “It’ll be funny watching Tonto and Sandman when I hand
Harley off to them for the night while we go ride. Give them a
taste of her late night crankiness.” Both men surprisingly helped
out a lot with the baby and took care of Rose, but never had they
had her by themselves for over a day, let alone a week or two. Not
that Rose could be away from her very long—but the idea was
something to laugh at.
    “God, it’d take both damn clubs called in as
reinforcements to take care of her,” Chevy laughed. About that
time, Harley woke for her bottle. Rose smiled and went to her,
overly glad that nothing had happened to her when the Diablos
attacked. Her baby was safe…and apparently a danger alarm to
boot.
    “Yeah. She’s gonna be hell on wheels, that’s
for sure.”
    Later that afternoon, the girls, and all the
ol’ ladies who had their own homes, were shuttled to the clubhouse
for security measures. Raven—who now went by Rave since the arrival
of the Ops and their member Raven who was a man—and her ol’ man,
Chief, had managed to dispose of three Diablos the night before
when they attempted yet another attack and busted in the front
door. Little did they expect to find Rave waiting with a .410
pointed straight at the first gunman’s head. She’d pulled the
trigger and split the bastard’s wig in two. The following two
assailants tried to get retaliation despite being covered in their
friend’s brain matter and bone, but ended up falling onto the body
of attacker number uno when Chief nailed them both with a
.45 straight between the