Diamond exhaled and told him everything, laying it out just as she had with Teller and Vicious. She expected Sayer to understand. He’d been around long enough to know how things worked.
“I’ll call one of the girls to pick me up and leave my bike for you to ride back after the rally.”
That didn’t sit with him, she could see it in the set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. He wasn’t letting this slide.
“I’ll bring you to pick up the car,” Sayer said, his voice steady. “Then I’ll follow you back to Quebec City.”
“You don’t have to follow me back. My chapter’s got this.”
“You’re not hearing me, Diamond.” His tone darkened, unyielding. “I’m going with you to deliver the packages to their final destination.”
“No,” her voice was firm, her stance unmovable.
Their eyes locked in silent battle, heat radiating between them. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Chapter Twenty
Back in Quebec City,Sayer tried giving Diamond the space she needed to get the mother, and her two children settled. He waited while she made a call to find out why the details had been changed without telling her.
Now, they sat at the kitchen table going over the plan Diamond and the other chapter members had laid out. “I’d like to see the truck and trailer,” he told her. If he was going to be involved with getting the threesome across the border and multiple state lines, he wanted to have an idea of how things would work.
“I can take you to the trucking company,” Diamond told him, not wanting to discuss any more than she had to while at the clubhouse.
Sayer nodded at her. “We can talk on the drive.”
The drive to Diamond Trucking Company was quiet, mostly. Diamond knew Sayer had questions, and if he asked her, she would answer them. Glancing over at him she hated things were going south before they got started good between them.
“How long has the chapter been involved with helping victims of abuse?”
“Since we established the chapter.”
“Do the other chapters do the same?”
“Sayer, you can’t ask me to divulge businesses the other chapters are involved with.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked. But I’m thinking the N. Ontario Chapter knows the deal since they provided a safe place for these three victims.”
“They were able to help us and them.”
Pulling into a driveway Diamond stopped the car. Rolling down the window she swiped the access card. She put the car in gear and moved forward as the twelve-foot automatic gate opened and the window went up.
Sayer saw the small fleet of deluxe semi’s, letting out a low whistle. He was impressed. “Damn those are Freightliner Cascadia’s.”
Diamond was shocked he knew what type of trucks they used for the trucking company. “We believe you should be comfortable if you’re a crossroad truck driver. It also helps to have a comfortable space for passengers to travel.”
Sayer smiled at her. “Are you going to give me a tour?”
“Of the business or the truck?” she asked.
“Both.”
Diamond laughed at how excited and interested Sayer was. “Sure.”
Diamond led Sayer through the secured gates, and as they moved along the perimeter of the facility, the hum of engines and a low murmur of activity enveloped them. The crisp Quebec air carried both the promise of a new beginning and the weight of imminent danger.
They paused near a gleaming Freightliner, its chrome edges reflecting the muted day light. “This is our flagship, a legacy sleeper,” Diamond said as she opened the passenger door. Inside, the cab was a blend of cutting-edge technology and unexpected comfort—a moving haven amid chaos.
Sayer stepped in, running a hand over the smooth dashboard. “Everything looks impeccable. I can see why you’d trust these machines with lives,” he remarked, his tone mixing admiration with gravity.
