Railed (Courage MC #2) (20 page)

I
honestly didn’t know
. How could I answer a question like that? On one hand, Adam was slowly making his way to my heart. On the other hand, my parents were always there for me. Sure, they could be a little absent from my life, but they loved me and took care of me. Yet, Adam’s way meant complete and total freedom. It meant adventure. I knew it could be dangerous, but I trusted him. He wasn’t like Jorge or the rest of those guys. He had a plan. I knew it.

“
O
kay
…I’m with you, Adam. But promise me three things.”

H
e raised
his eyebrows and stroked his chin. “Shoot.”

“
N
umber one
: Promise me my parents will never find out.”

H
e looked away
from the sun and threw his cigarette onto the dirt. “Done.”

“
N
umber two
: You never call me a little girl again. And number 3, you have to tell me why you chose to talk to me the other night. It just doesn’t add up. I need to know. You know, for my sanity at least.” I stared at him intensely. I was going to get what I wanted.

“
H
m
. Okay, fine.” He said, walking over to his bike. “Get on. We’re going somewhere fun.” He said.

C
hapter
8

H
e tied
a bandana over my eyes tightly, kissing my forehead. I couldn’t see a thing. He took my phone and told me if I wanted to take the sacred oath, I had to get rid of all my belongings. I complied of course. I had to. All I could do now was hold on as tight as I could and hope for the best.

T
his time
, he drove me hours away from home. I was nervous and my stomach felt queasy. Though I had wanted Adam all to myself, there were a number of setbacks, starting with my parents. How could I just leave them like this? What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t sure, but I knew it was my chance to leave and I had to take it. This was my entrance into adulthood.

A
bout six hours
later we arrived at our destination. The sun had set now and we were enclosed in darkness. We were still in the desert, and we were pretty deep into it. Mountains and cacti surrounded us. I suddenly realized the gravity of my situation. Adam was not someone to mess with. He parked his bike in a small shed ahead of us. It all seemed so surreal.

“
A
dam
, where are we?” I said, my voice shaking.

H
e was already walking ahead
of me. “Come on. It’s on foot from here.”

W
e walked
for what seemed like hours. I struggled to keep up with him. He barely said a word to me. It was as if he were a changed man. I was so confused.

“
A
dam
, I need answers
now!
” I yelled, running after him. “Stop walking, damn you!”

H
e stopped and turned around
. “We’re here.” He said. “Look to your right.” I did, but all I saw was a giant rock formation, barely separated from the mountain.

“
W
hat
, the,
fuck!
A rock? Really?” I was fed up. I fell to the dirt, tears streaming down my face.

“
S
top crying
. You want in the family? We don’t cry here. Welcome to Eve Enterprises.” He pulled out what looked like a simple garage door clicker and pressed a code in. Suddenly, the rock formation opened in front of us, revealing an entryway.

“
C
an
you walk a few more feet?” He asked arrogantly.

“
O
h my God
…Adam, what—“

“
S
hut up
. You’ll find out in a second.”

I
grabbed his hand
. My heart was beating fast. We walked inside to a warehouse full of new motorcycles, stacked neatly in a row. This was a massive maneuver, I could tell. This was more than just ‘crime’.

“
T
his is operation Numero Uno
.” He said. “Bikes are…my
passion.
No. They’re my
obsession.”
He walked further, pressing another button on his clicker. A second door opened in the floor. There was a large staircase in front of us. We walked further, down the stairs. I marveled at the complexity of the place. It was incredible.
He
was incredible!

I
n front
of us were rows upon rows of bags. Some were white, some were green, and some were even red. Who knew what was in them. Next to the bags seemed to be a crew of workers inspecting the contents. No one seemed to look up at us. “But what buys my obsession? You guessed it. Money. Ah, but the question is, how do I get that money? Right again! Drugs.”

I
took a deep breath
, feeling a bit dizzy with all the information he was giving me. “You wanted to know what this whole thing is about, right?”

I
nodded my little head
, unable to speak. I was in a state of shock.

“
E
ver read
the Book of Genesis?” He asked me.

I
felt slightly embarrassed
. I hadn’t. But I knew the concept. Good and evil, that sort of thing. I shook my head.

“
W
e all like to
think Eve was the downfall of man. We pretend that the first good thing about this world was Adam and his clueless worship of the lord. But, we all forget the
real
great thing about this world. Can you guess what that is?”

I
shook my head again
. I was clueless.

“
T
he Garden
! In my mind, it represents
Freedom.
The open road.” He raised his hands, yelling his proclamation. The workers around us seemed completely unphased by this. I still didn’t know what to say.

“
O
kay
, I can tell you’re a bit confused. Look, it’s actually not as amazing as it all sounds. I started out buying drugs on a small scale. Now I manufacture them. Jorge and the rest—they know nothing about this place. Not many people do. They think I’m still running a small operation somewhere in Nevada. I named this place Eve Enterprises for one reason: it gets the government, the police, and the cartels off my back. If they find out about it and start chasing a ghost,
Eve,
some woman who owns half of El Paso. Even I’m ‘chasing’ her, as far as anyone else knows. Eve Enterprises is simply my way back into the garden. It wasn’t Eve who tempted Adam, initiating the fall of mankind. It was Adam who tempted himself. Eve is his only salvation.”

I
felt
some courage build within me and yelled, “But why me?” I couldn’t help it. I was just so confused. I felt like he had been keeping information from me this whole time. How could he not tell me this earlier? “Why?” I asked him a second time.

“
Y
ou’re Eve
.” He simply said.

“
W
hat
?” I asked angrily. “You have to be joking.”

“
I
’m
done
with this life. I’ve made a fucking fortune doing this shit. And now I’m done. I want to settle down. I’ve eaten the apple. I’ve bitten more off than I can chew. And now I’m ready to throw it all away.”

I
stood
on one of the tables, kicking one of the bags on the ground. I felt betrayed. I didn’t understand the full scale of everything. Finally, a worker looked up at me and then at Adam.

A
dam pressed
another button and an alarm went off. Red lights surrounded the building and all of the workers hurried out of the room.

“
W
here are they going
?” I screamed.

“
T
here’s
a bus that takes them back to Mexico. I have new workers come in every day. They work for a fraction of what Americans get. The kicker is, they work even better than us.”

I
was dancing
in circles on the table. “Oh my God, Adam! What the fuck…” I grabbed my hair and pulled.

“
C
alm the fuck
down or I’ll make you.” He said to me.

“
J
ust tell me one thing
. What did you mean when you said you bit off more than you could chew?”

A
ll the workers
were out of the hanger now. We were completely alone. My voice echoed off the high ceilings. Adam adjusted his belt and lit up a cigarette, the first in hours.

“
I
t’s complicated
.” He said.

“
I
can deal with complicated
. Just be
honest
with me.” I pleaded, jumping off the table full of drugs.

“
I
think
some people are on to me…you know, higher ups.”

“
T
he government
? Police? You
have
to tell me, Adam!”

“
I
t could be either
. Who knows though. Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“
Y
ou are
not
crazy
. You may be wild, but you’re not fucking crazy. Do you have any leads? Why do you think people are on to you?” I was just glad he was opening up to me. Still, my stomach was in knots.

“
Y
ou know
that woman at the house the other night? The one in the bikini?”

“
Y
eah
…” I said, my voice trailing off.

“
H
er name’s Brianna Baxter
. I was tipped off about a month ago by Jorge’s men. She’s a UC. A definite undercover agent. Normally, we take those people out, but Jorge’s got it on some good authority that she’s high up. She’s got ties all the way to the Mexican cartel. We don’t know if she’s in, out, or working both angles. We just know she can’t be trusted.”

“
O
h
, Adam…why did you get me involved in this?” I said, crying. I fell to the floor, holding my legs.

“
I
told you
, already. You’re my way out.” He walked out of the hanger, deeply inhaling his cigarette. I was alone. Truly alone. His voice echoed in my head.

Y
ou’re my way out
.

W
as
this what freedom felt like?

C
hapter
9

T
he next day
I was woken up by a large
Bang!
I jumped up, landing on the concrete floor. Adam was towering above me. In a few seconds all of last night flooded back to me. I wasn't Adam’s new lover. I was his captive.

“
Y
ou fell
asleep on the sorting table last night. Get up. We've got a long fucking day ahead of us.” He threw two bags at me, scissors, and some new clothes, including new lingerie and panties.

“
T
hese are your new outfits
.” He said. “Your new identity is Julie Evans. She’s a character I invented for you. I'm sorry, doll, but I'm going to have to cut your hair too. We have to be careful now that we’re on the run. You ever see Bonnie and Clyde?”

I
nodded my head
.
Yeah of course I have. “
I've seen that movie like a million times.” I said.

H
e looked
down at my large breasts and kissed my neck. I jumped back. “Is this okay, Bonnie?” I couldn’t help but feel the excitement swell up in my stomach.

H
e licked
the curvature of skin down to my clavicle. He said, “I’m sorry for keeping things from you. I don’t mean to come off as a liar. I just have to be careful who I trust these days.”

“
I
t’s okay
.” I said. “Just be honest from now on.”

H
e smiled
. “Let’s burn this operation to the fucking ground. Together.”

“
O
kay
...” I said, feeling weak, choking on my saliva. Who was I in all of this? Where was the escape I was searching for? I kept praying it would happen sometime in the near future. Yet, that date kept getting pushed back. No. I was just a piece of furniture to him. Another patch on his jacket.

T
he truth was
, I liked the way he treated me. I hated myself for it, but it turned me on. The warm sensation between my legs was proof. I wanted him to use me for his own pleasure. I wanted him to take me in the back and force me to do abominable things. I wanted to be his ‘Eve’ and him, my Adam. A match made in heaven. The question remained: would he be allowed to walk through those pearly gates? Of course he would.