Page 103 of Seduction
One by one, they kiss my cheek or forehead, Raven holding Mikey so he can give me his. They leave me with Jon, who stands by the bed, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.
“I won’t be gone long, babe.”
“It’s okay. Just get this situation handled so we can go home.”
“You got it.”
His hazel eyes twinkle as he leans in, his smile telling me he understood my meaning.Ourhome. Our lips meet, and he rests his forehead on mine before pulling away.
“See you later, beautiful,” he says, backing out of the room.
I reach for the TV remote when the door closes behind him. After flipping through the channels and finding nothing to watch, I settle on Mikey’s favorite cartoon. I watch it as much as he does, so why not?
I doze off, and when I wake up, there are two orderlies standing over my bed. Tyler and Ron are here, too, demanding to know what’s going on.
“I told you,” one of the orderlies says to Charger in annoyance. “Dr. Manning asked us to move her. He wants to take a look at her bandages.”
“Why doesn’t he come here, then?”
“Look, we’re just following orders. You have a problem, take it up with the doctor.”
“I will.” Charger turns to Tyler, issuing an order. “Stay with her.”
There’s something off about these orderlies, but they have hospital IDs and seem to know what they’re doing, so I dismiss the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. They move me to a gurney and wheel me out of the room, Tyler keeping pace with us down the hallway. We get to a door where one of them slides his ID to open it. I’m pushed through, and then I hear one of them tell Tyler he can’t go any farther. He begins to argue, but the door clicks shut behind me. The finality of the sound sends my heart racing, but I breathe deeply, trying to keep calm.Nothing’s going to happen. When we turn down a hallway with no doors or anyone moving around, warning bells start going off in my mind.
I was wrong.
Deadwrong.
CHAPTER 18
***Einstein***
Tek finally found a usable print on one of the casings. Gage, Chopper, Razor, Crow, Venom, Allah, and I are on our way to the address listed on the fucker’s driver’s license—also ascertained by Tek. Man, I’m happy as fuck that guy is on our side. Don’t ask me how he hacked into the fucking FBI servers to run those prints. He stayed back to watch the clubhouse with Rico, Motor, and Booker.
Clark Willoughby.
Only one of the cowards who shot up our clubhouse. If he’s home, he won’t be breathing for much longer. From what Tek found, he has no affiliations with any MCs, gangs, or crews of any kind, so we’ll need some information from him first. We pull up to the dilapidated apartment building, our bikes roaring in the quiet area. Chopper parks the van he’s driving next to us. We’re only twenty miles from Stony View, but it could have been another planet by the looks of it. An old rusty car is parked to the side, windows and wheels long gone. The parking lot has more holes than firm ground; we’ll have to play hopscotch to get to the building. Pieces of paper waste rustle across the pavement, the wind whipping them back and forth. There’s not a person in sight.
“Crow, Allah, stay behind and keep an eye out,” Gage orders.
“How you wanna play this?” I ask him as we approach the building.
“Play? No time for games, E. I’m gonna bust in and fuck shit up.”
Shit. Here we go.
We fall in line, everyone’s eyes peeled on our way up the stairs. A curtain in one of the apartments is pushed aside but put quickly in place. One guy who was on his way out turns back inside the moment he spots us. Witnesses. I just hope these people can keep their mouths shut.
We flank the door to Willoughby’s apartment, weapons raised, Razor and I covering Gage. With rage practically shaking his body, our prez pulls his gun, lifts his leg, and kicks in the door. A shuffling sound comes from within. Razor moves in ahead of us.
“Come here, fucker!” he growls.
When I step inside, Razor has a guy by his collar, effectively restraining the slip of a man. Gage stalks up, appraising him from head to toe.
“Clark Willoughby?”
The man’s eyes dart around the room, no doubt looking for a way out. He won’t find one. Gage pulls his fist back, delivering a powerful punch to the other man’s stomach. He doubles over, coughing. Gage boxes, so I know he not only has the strength to deliver a painful blow, but also the technique.
