Page 13 of Chief's Addiction

I held up my hand and he tossed them over. “I’m going to open this now, darlin’.”

The woman inside pressed herself further into the corner.

“Yeah, I know, sweetheart. But I need you to trust me. We’re not punk bitches. We don’t hurt women,” Morpheus added as I worked the lock.

The lock clicked open, but the woman made no move to exit.

“It’s okay,” Rage said, his normally no-nonsense tone surprisingly soft. “No one’s going to touch you.”

One by one, I moved to each cage, unlocking them while murmuring reassurances. Some of the women came out cautiously, while others stayed huddled inside their prisons.

Creaking from the stairs drew all our attention. Morph and Rage lifted their guns. “We need to go,” came Killer’s deep rumble. When he made it to the bottom of the steps he froze. The color drained from his dark face, and something sinister flashed in his eyes.

“Prez,” he said, his voice tight. “Three Talons made it out the back. Spike and two others. They took off in a red Chevy.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “They see your face?”

Killer shook his head. “No, but I’m pretty sure they know it was us who hit ‘em tonight.”

I nodded, processing this new problem.

Spike and his merry band of dumbasses escaping meant loose ends. And loose ends meant men left to regroup and retaliate.

Fuck.

“We’ll deal with them later,” I sighed. “Right now, we need to get these women out of here and torch this place.”

“What about all of this shit?” Morpheus asked quietly, helping a rail-thin redhead to her feet.

I considered it briefly. “We’ll have to handle it. Too many bodies upstairs to go making an anonymous tip.”

“Agreed,” Rage said, gently draping a towel around the shoulders of a woman wearing nothing but a torn shirt. “What about the girls? Hospital?”

I shook my head. “No. Doc can check them out at the clubhouse. Then we’ll figure out how to get them back home to their families.”

Slowly, we managed to coax the women from their cages. Some could walk on their own; others needed to be supported or carried.

“Back the fuck up,” Killer snarled.

I spun around to find my enforcer towering over Reign who was trying to help the last woman to her feet.

Reign held up his hands. “My bad, brother.”

Eyes narrowed and brows pulled down low, the big guy was on the verge of losing his shit.

“The fuck?” Morph said under his breath from beside me.

I didn’t have a fucking clue.

Turning back to the woman, Killer’s face softened as he held out his hand. She looked from his eyes to his hand and to my surprise she took it.

Holding onto her hand, he dipped low and scooped her up into his arms.

Thankfully, she didn’t protest because I don’t think he would have put her down.

Something was definitely up with my enforcer.

“Dread,” I called, moving toward the stairs. “Plant the charges. I want this place in ashes.”

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