Page 15 of The Devil's Redemption

“Down in the cellar.”

My heart drops at his words, picturing Sasha in a dungeon. A flashback of locking her in the cell in our basement plays in my mind.

I was no better than these fucking peckerheads we’re about to take down.

“You can only access it around the back of the clubhouse. I recommend a team of several men coming from both sides at the same time. There will be prospects outside guarding the entrance.”

“I’m hitting the cellar—” I begin.

“I’ll lead you there,” Crew interrupts me. “If they see me first, they’ll be less likely to put up a fight.”

“I’m going with you, too,” the Boy Scout pipes up next to me.

“Royce mentioned you have a doctor within your ranks?” Crew asks Stone.

“That would be me,” Hawk speaks up.

“I recommend you stay behind to make preparations for any injured members of your club.”

“No way. I’m an extra set of boots on the ground, and we need all the help we can get,” Hawk insists. “My infirmary is set up and ready to receive anyone who needs medical care when this is all over and done with.” Hawk looks around, speaking to the crowd as a whole.

“Okay. There’s just one more thing,” Crew adds, his face grave. “They’ve been injecting them with H.”

My heart drops into my stomach, and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

I head for my truck as soon as I have a moment to recover from the bomb Crew just dropped. Those fuckers are shooting Sasha full of heroin. Everyone takes my lead, more than ready to get this fight started and finished.

* * *

We park about a half a mile up the road, at the end of Gregg Avenue, just as Crew suggested.

A team of ten go ahead, armed with knives and guns with silencers. Together they’ll cut in from the left while we wait farther down the road. Once they take out the prospects, they’re supposed to signal that the coast is clear. After that, Hawk, Cap, the Boy Scout, Crew and myself will go around back while everyone else enters through the front and side entrances.

I hear a rustling in the distance followed by the whistle we’re waiting for from Rocco, another Bastard. The five of us descend on the clubhouse, following Crew around the right side. I can hear laughing and carrying on coming from inside the clubhouse as well as around back.

Crew signals for us to wait as he continues. I hear some chatter and then the sounds of a struggle. Finally, I feel the ground vibrate beneath my feet at the same time as a thud sounds from around the corner of the house.

Crew pokes his head out from the back and waves us forward.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as Crew throws open the door to the cellar. Just then, an unexpected prospect charges at us from out of nowhere, gun drawn. With a quick bullet to the head, Crew goes down fast.

I’m caught between my anger that he’s been here, witnessing what happened and not doing anything about it, and gratitude that he was able to lead me right to Sasha.

In no time, Cap fires back at the shooter, hitting him in the chest. He goes down with his gun raised, ready to fire off another round. Cap, Hawk, and I each get off a couple shots, effectively hitting him so he’ll never get up again.

With my focus back on Sasha, I practically jump down the stone steps leading down into a dark and humid room. The lighting down here sucks. I can barely make out several different cells lining the wall in front of me.

I see figures moving around in one of them. The sound of soft sobbing and grunting have my blood boiling and my feet moving quicker than they ever have before. I choose the cell on the left. I don’t know how I know Sasha is in that one, but I do.

At that moment, I hear a tirade of gunfire begin one floor above us. I’m worried about my other brothers, but I can’t let that distract me from my goal.

I swing open the barred door, hitting the attacker in the ass.

“Hey!” he shouts.

He doesn’t get one more word out before I take his head in my arms and twist as hard as I can, breaking his neck. It was too swift of a punishment, not the way I would have liked to end his miserable life, but at least he’s dead. That’s all I focus on.

I tear an empty needle from Sasha’s arm and remove the tourniquet from around her bicep before reaching for her.

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