My brows shot up.
Still?
He was acting funny at the Talons’ warehouse but I thought it was some kind of shock reaction to how we’d found the women. Even for outlaws like us, shit like that got to a man.
But it didn’t explain why my enforcer was still acting territorial. “Tell him I want to see her when I get back.”
Morph chuckled. “Already told him that. He told me to go fuck myself.”
I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. If the situation wasn’t so fucked up, I’d laugh. Unfortunately, things were royally fucked up. “Fuck. I’ll be there in twenty,” I said before disconnecting the call.
* * *
I walked into the clubhouse and the main room was nearly empty. Cueball was behind the bar, and Zero was camped out in the corner with a couple of laptops open in front of him. He nodded in my direction when the door closed behind me but never lifted his head from his screens.
“Back this way,” Morpheus called out, appearing in the mouth of the hallway. His face was tight. “Doc’s in with her now.”
Pulling in another breath to steady myself for whatever fucked up shit I was about to learn, I followed behind him to the infirmary.
“Knock. Knock,” Morph said before pushing the door open. Seated on the edge of the examination table with a unicorn coffee cup was the blonde who’d first spoken to me at the Talons’ clubhouse.
Fucking Reign and his goofy-ass coffee cup collection.
“Hey, darlin’. How are you holding up?” I asked, keeping my tone gentle.
She looked a lot better. On the outside. She was cleaned up, wearing clothes most likely given to her by one of our club girls.
I glanced over at Doc who was sitting on the stool in front of her, his face grim.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders.
When I found Spike, and I would find him, I was going to kill him. Slowly.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Doc said carefully. “This is our Prez. Chief. He’s the one who got you out of there.”
Her eyes darted up to mine, then away again. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I eased onto a chair someone had brought into the room at some point, careful to leave plenty of space between us. “What’s your name, darlin’?”
She glanced at me quickly, then looked away again. “Olivia.”
“Olivia. That’s a pretty name. Doc says you might know something about who was running that operation.”
She nodded jerkily. “They... The bikers,” she clarified, “they called him the Russian. I never saw him, but the bikers, they answered to him. They were always scared when he called.”
I exchanged a look with Morph. Russians moving in on our territory? That was a whole new level of problems we didn’t need.
“Did you ever get a name?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. They only ever called him the Russian.”
“What about Spike? The guy who brought you in?” I asked.
She flinched at the fucker’s name. “He was the worst of them all. He... did things to all the girls.” A tear slid down her cheek.
My fists clenched.
“I’m sorry for what they did to you. But I promise, they’ll never hurt you again.” Spike and his crew weren’t men. They were the scum of the fucking earth.