Free Saving Mia by Michelle Woods Page A

Juice. She recognized the smell from spending so much time with her brother the Juice addict. The other one had shifty eyes and a bad attitude. He had long greasy black hair and scars of some sort on his face. Tray in comparison was almost too pretty. His soft brown eyes and his almost feminine face lent to this illusion.
    “I thought you wanted to help us, Mia?” Tray demanded making Mia want to scream. She did want to help, only she wanted to survive helping them too. That may make her selfish, but hell who wanted to die at twenty-four.
    “I do, Tray. You know that or I wouldn’t be here. I also have to be careful. This could end badly for me, and then you wouldn’t be getting anymore. Is that what you want?” She demanded grimly.
    “No, no. Don’t be silly of course you have to be careful.” Tray said jovially. Except she didn’t believe that anymore. She was beginning to think that maybe working with Tray, and his rebels wasn’t her brightest idea. Maybe she should have done this but worked with Marcus instead. At least she knew she could trust him. She wasn’t so sure about Tray anymore. Not that Marcus was willing to do this, but it would have worked out better she had a feeling.
    “Only people they're hungry. The food is helping, but with more we could help so many more. That’s all I meant. I get a little impatient because I want to help them all. You understand.” Tray plastered a smile on his face. One that she was realizing was faked.
    This might have been a mistake, but she was in it now and she did want to help. No, she needed to help. People were starving, and that was not something she could stomach as she sat in her ivory tower looking down on them. Nope, she needed to continue working with them for now until she worked out another option. She talked to him for another thirty minutes. She didn’t tell him that she might be able to get more if only this Bone guy agreed.
     
    Ratchet climbed on his bike watching Tick wearily. Tick was on the edge, and he was not happy with the fact that he had to do this tonight, but Charity had asked him to help. Mark was lucky that he wasn’t dead. If they hadn’t gotten Charity out of that cellar alive there wouldn’t have been a single one of them who could save the man from Tick’s wrath. The man had already lost one woman to a tragic accident. He’d loved her, but Ratchet knew that Vivi, although she’d been amazing, hadn’t meant as much to Tick as Charity did.
    They needed to find Mark’s sister and then get Tick back to Charity before he blew a gasket. It wasn’t going to be a fun night. Ratchet thought grimly as he followed Tick into the darkness where they met up with Bone and the rest of the club roaring into the night.
    It took them about two hours to find the hole in the wall in Pepsky a town about three miles away from Devils Falls.  He waited with Pretty Boy; Tank and Duck as Tick and Bone scouted the area. Tiny, Rock, Dog and Log were waiting on the other side of the place. While Slim, Trick, and Mark were at the back to be sure that the son of bitches didn’t try to run.
    None of them were in the mood to play with these assholes tonight. Tank leaned over to ask.
    “Think your boy’s gonna be okay?”
    “Yeah, he’s good. She was alive, and that’s why he’s good.” Ratchet told the other man.
    Tank nodded. “Yeah, I can understand that.”
    “He also needs to be kept away from Mark though. Cause if he gets the chance, no matter why the man did it he will kill him.” Ratchet told him.
    “I get that too. If it were my Annie. Fuck, I’m not sure anything could have stopped me from killing him.” Tank said.
    Ratchet nodded.
    “Shut up, idiot. We need to be ready to go when Bone signals.” Duck grumbled, smacking Tank in the back of the head.
    “Stop it old man, or I will tell my old lady.” Tank growled, glaring at the older man.
    “Pussy,” Duck hissed back. “Always hiding behind a woman.”
    It was funny. Those two