I looked around and saw several crock pots on the opposite counter.
Raven saw where I was looking. "Annie and Lulu made the sauce earlier."
"Do you gals need any help in here?" All three of us turned to see Kathy come into the kitchen.
"If you want to get the garlic bread ready, that would be great."
"Anything to get off my ass," Kathy laughed as she headed toward the loaves of French bread that were laid out on the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Lockdown sucks."
We all mumbled our agreement.
"I'll start the pasta." I went to the stove area and pulled three huge pots out of the bottom cupboard. "What kind of sauce did they make?" I asked as I filled the pots with water.
"There's meatballs, sausage, and a vegetarian one." Raven made a yummy sound. "Lulu makes her own meatballs, and they're to die for."
"I think we all know that," Kathy laughed as she sliced the bread down the middle. "Everything Lulu makes is yummy."
Kathy and I exchanged a quick look.
Once the pots were on the stove, I had nothing left to do but wait for the water to boil. I leaned against the counter and turned back towards the other women. "How about I make macaroni for the kids?"
Bobbie turned and gave me a thumbs-up. "Good idea. It will be less messy for them than spaghetti."
"Is there anything for dessert?" Raven smiled, rubbing her baby bump. "I'm just asking for the little one in here."
"I'm sure there's something." I hoped there was, because I felt like having something sweet, too.
"Demon sent us in here to help."
We all turned to see Mitzi, Cherry, and Goldie standing just inside the door. Cherry and Mitzi both had smiles on their faces and looked ready to go. They were used to doing multiple jobs at the clubhouse, and when we weren't on lockdown they usually did most of the cooking. Goldie, on the other hand, looked uninterested, as if all of this was beneath her. I didn't let her see my smirk as I turned to check on the water, adding a little salt to it. I’d let Bobbie or one of the other women deal with Goldie's ass.
"Since we have the food under control, why don't you three deal with setting up the plates, napkins, and silverware?"
I liked the assertive way that Bobbie directed the three women, leaving no doubt that she was not giving them a choice in the matter. "Oh, and the drinks."
"How come Lulu doesn't have to help?"
I kept my back to the room, adding a little oil to the pot that I was going to cook the macaroni in so that it wouldn't stick. "Lulu already did her part."
"What, fuck your ex-boyfriend?"
There were gasps in response to Goldie’s vindictive words.
"I saw them playing house out there with your little bas—"
"Don't fucking say it, bitch!" Bobbie snapped, spinning around to face her. She looked pissed. "Maybe the other girls didn't warn you about what happens when you disrespect one of us, but you'd better learn real fast."
They faced-off for a moment before Goldie wisely backed down. She'd have been a fool not to. She knew that Bobbie was Demon's old lady, and that her opinion carried a lot of weight in the club when it came to certain decisions. Goldie would have been stupid not to accept her warning. Once Bobbie was convinced that Goldie was cowed and was going to watch her mouth, she turned back to resume chopping the vegetables. Goldie shot me a glare before joining Mitzi and Cherry.
I added the pasta to the boiling water. Kathy slipped the garlic bread into the oven, and then went over to stir the three crock pots of spaghetti sauce. The kitchen smelled like an Italian restaurant, and I began to feel hungry. Bobbie brought the huge salad bowl with tongs over and set it down on the island near the bowls. I was stirring the pasta, and on her way past me she shot me a wink.
God, I loved these women.
We had our own little sisterhood.
Chapter 21
Sax
The van was in place, the hood was up. All we had to do was stay out of sight and wait. Reid had done a good job banging it up. To the casual observer passing by, it would just look like an old vehicle broken down on the side of the road. Abandoned. Darkness would help. That was if anyone passed by.
Spider, Colton, and Oz were on their way to the Knights' titty bar. They wouldn't strike until they heard from us that we were on our way in. We wanted both hits to be made as close to the same time as possible.
The Knights wouldn't know what hit them.
"It's fucking hot in here," Chewy complained.
"Whining won't help," Demon snapped from the passenger seat next to me.
"Least you two fuckers have windows." The brother sounded like a five-year-old.
Cole snorted from his position by the side door, ready to slide it open when the time came. "Make sure you brothers have your silencers on."
"If we have to transfer any girls over I'll stay behind and protect them," Loco offered.
"Nice fucking try, Brother," I grinned.
Reid slapped the back of his head. "These women will be traumatized, stupid. They don't need your horny ass coming on to them."
About that time headlights appeared down the road in front of us. "Everyone down!" I shouted, just as the lights hit our windshield and illuminated the inside of the van. The windows were tinted, but I didn't want to take a chance that we'd be seen. I waited until the slight curve in the road caused the lights to shift away from us before popping my head up. "They're slowing down! Someone text Oz and tell them to move in."
The sound of gravel beneath tires indicated that they’d pulled off to the side of the road somewhere behind us, and then there was the tell-tale sound of someone opening a truck door. They'd left their vehicle running, which told me that someone was still inside the van with the girls. If it was the driver than we were fucked. He could take off at the first sign of trouble. I glanced over at Demon.
"Fuck," he said low. He looked out at his side mirror. "Someone is coming up on my side." He cast a glance back at Cole. "The driver's door is still closed."
"Shit!" Cole whisper yelled. "See anyone coming up your side, Sax?"
I checked my mirror. "No one."
"Let me know the second the fucker reaches your door, Prez. I'll sneak out and take care of the driver while you're taking care of him."
"Get ready," Demon said. "Now!"
Cole slid the door open and jumped from the van at a run, his gun in his hand. As I opened my door just as the others were jumping to the ground I heard the muted pop pop of Demon's gun, and then the same exact sound when Cole took out the driver. Then screaming erupted from the women inside the van. I slid the door open and saw two women huddled together, bruised and extremely terrified, their eyes swollen and faces streaked with tears.
I put my finger up to my mouth. "Sshh! Quiet. We're not here to hurt you. We're here to help," I said, praying that their screams hadn't carried all the way to the trailer. "We're going to transfer you to our van—"
"Why?" one of them asked, sobbing.
"Don't have time to explain right now." Reid showed up next to me and the two of us helped the women out of the van. "It's only for a little while."