Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter 35

 "Down the side!" Gypsy orders Orlin and pushes him ahead, following him closely. "To those rocks! See them? Move!"

Gun fire is ripping across the mesa and explosions tear apart the night. Men are screaming and dying all across the mesa. Claymore mines fire their ball-bearings through the air, ripping through flesh and limbs.

Orlin hurries as fast as he can in the ambient light of the spotbeams from the North and South walls, which have lit up the landing field to daylight levels.

"DEA?" Orlin asked as he runs.

"Can't be," Gypsy shouts back, over the gun fire and explosions. "They would've waited for the plane to land. What are they going to bust you for? Illegal camping?"

Orlin agrees, "Not bandits either, for the same reason!"

They reach the rocks and look at each other, "Rivera" they say at the same time.

"Fuck me," Gypsy said, and slouches back against the rocks.

"I was sure he would have got the message. Maybe he doesn't know I'm here."

"Maybe he doesn't care!" Gypsy said.

"How could he not care?"

"Did you hide her, or is she in your bedroom?" Gypsy asked.

"Well..."

"He got her already then. He has her, and now he's after you, and everyone else," Gypsy told him. "We need to get to that wall over there, the cliff. See? It's in darkness. We can follow it up and out of here. Long fucking walk, but it's better than being in that kill-zone."

Orlin looks to the wall and then up at his men being gunned down, "Si, alright!"

"Ready? Go!" Gypsy said, and starts to run, pulling Orlin with him.

They run, and Gypsy has never been so scarred in his life. His back itches with the feeling of eyes on him and bullets coming fast.

They make the shadows and Orlin is bent over breathing hard.

"Do you need a gun?" Gypsy asked.

"Si, I didn't bring one," Orlin pants to him.

Gypsy kicks him hard in the ass, and sends him sprawling into the dirt. Then he puts his knee to Orlin's back and handcuffs him quickly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Orlin shouts, struggling against the cuffs and Gypsy's weight.

"Giving you to Rivera," Gypsy told him calmly.

Rivera said from behind him, "Thank you Gypsy. He sent word that he has my granddaughter though."

"I'll have her before sunrise," Gypsy told him, and gets up from Orlin.

"Gypsy? Why?" Orlin screams.

"Do you remember Howey and Margaret? You probably don't. Just two more people that you had raped and killed."

"Howey? Margaret?" Orlin asked in wonder.

"He didn't remember my granddaughter either," Rivera muses. "A man in his position should have a better memory. The Hummer you requested is right back there. Keys are inside. I'll take this from here."

"I'll call you as soon as I have her," Gypsy told him and starts at a jog for the waiting Hummer.

"Gypsy! Gypsy! Don't do this!" Orlin shouts at him.

"Howey and Margret probably screamed the same thing," he said to the darkness.