Page 66 of Demon's Angel

Chapter Twenty-Two

Demon

Christ, what a fucking mess. Bikes down, men injured. The truck that had mowed them down had done what it needed to and then zoomed off. Perfectly timed to separate me and Violet from our escort. Now she’s been abducted.

As I start running back to my bike, Hellfire comes limping up, Thunder beside him.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“After my wife!” I scream back, wasting time stating the obvious. “Angel fucking has her.”

“You’re right, he has. But you don’t know where, or how many men he has guarding her. You rushing off now will only get yourself dead.”

Thunder steps past Hell and yanks the key out of the ignition.

“What the fuck?”

“Hell’s right,” he growls. “All you’ll do is leave us without a prez. He won’t harm her, what good would that do him? I’d bet money that he’ll want to exchange her for the kid.”

Of course that’s why he’ll have taken her. But he could hurt her, torture her, send her back to us piece by piece until we give in and give up Theo. Which would kill her anyway, so I could never do that.

“I have to get to her,” I cry out in desperation.

Drummer appears rubbing his fist. “We need to get back to the clubhouse. Get this mess off the street before we attract the cops. Get your prospects here with a fuckin’ crash truck. A couple of these bikes aren’t rideable.” His steel glare is icy. “Get your head out of your ass. Know you’re fuckin’ worried, Demon. I’d be the same in your place. But you can’t rush off all guns blazing, not until we know where she’s been taken and how well it’s guarded.”

Having the mother chapter prez shout in my face has brought me back to my senses. I’m a husband, but I’m also Prez. My fingers go to the bridge of my nose. “Injuries?”

“All minor.” Yeah, Drummer will have gone to the men first, while I hadn’t spared them a thought. “Think Snatcher might have hit his head a bit too hard, but he says he’s okay.”

Thunder’s already on his phone organising to get the stricken bikes back to the club.

“Anyone who can’t ride?”

Drummer shakes his head. “We’ll double up and get back. Get some talk going.” His eyes soften slightly, and his hand rests on the shoulder of my cut. “We’ll get your woman back, Demon.” Then his expression hardens again. “You have fifteen extra men at your back, and we’ll be here as long as we need to. But I don’t want to lose any, so we do this right.”

“I know where she is, Drummer. Or at least, I will when we get back. Gave her a necklace this morning. Cad put a tracker inside.”

“As long as she’s still wearing it.”

Now, that’s a doubt I don’t want put in my head.

Where we are is luckily not far from the clubhouse and the prospects appear as we’re still sorting out which bikes are still roadworthy. Scrapes and dents on most of them. Snatcher’s and Crash’s appear to have borne the brunt. Snatcher, trying to stem the blood from his head, is furious. Crash, having escaped with bruises, is red in the face.

“Mom alright?” I belatedly ask Hellfire.

“She’s fine, son. She’s checking out the other girls, but they all seem to have escaped injury.”

“You?”

“Caught my leg under the bike when it went over. Bruised but I can walk and ride. Nothing broken.”

By the time we’ve finished talking, the prospects have already started loading bikes onto the crash truck. We leave Wills and Dan there, then make our way back to the clubhouse.

I use the few minutes’ journey to sort out what I’m going to do next. First is to get Cad to trace where she’s been taken, then hold church and come up with a fucking fast plan of action. With fifteen extra people, there’s no way we’ll fit into our meeting room so we’ll have to hold it around the bar.

I don’t even need to tell him. As soon as we enter the clubroom, Cad races over to his spot, opening his laptop and firing up a PC beside him. By the time everyone’s parked up and come in, he’s given me a sharp nod. He’s found her.

Standing on a chair by the bar, I whistle loudly. Within seconds the individual conversations have died down. “We’ll hold church here due to the numbers. Women and sweet butts, make yourself scarce.”

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