Page 38 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jordan
I swing my fist wildly as it crashes through the drywall. “I still can’t fucking get either of ‘em on the damn phone!” I have been trying since I woke up two hours ago to call Lucy and Danny and neither of them are answering. Both of their phones are turned the fuck off. “We need to leave. Something is wrong.”
“Calm down, I called Bear a half hour ago. He is heading over to the clubhouse now to check shit out, we should know somethin’ in a couple minutes.” Twisted slaps me on the back but his assurance doesn’t mean shit.
I woke up this morning with a fucking knot in my stomach.
Twisted’s phone rings and I freeze. He answers it and as he listens the smile on his face dies. My heart drops into my stomach.
“What happened?” I roar. I knew something was wrong. Everyone stands up gathering around the two of us. Pres stands next to Twisted.
“Bear said when he pulled up he saw Danny, he-uh . . . he was nailed to the clubhouse door, crucifixion style. His cut was shredded. He also had a note taped to him that said, ‘This is what happens when you touch what is mine.’ He’s alive right now but barely, Doc is on the way.”
No. I charge for the door, plowing past anyone in my way heading straight for my bike. Right before I reach the door, Pres stands in front of it.
“You need to wait. It’s still daylight. We are four hours from home. We will go get Lucy but we have to wait until night. You go charging in there when it’s still light you screw yourself and the club.” His voice is stern, but I don’t give a shit what he is saying to me.
“I don’t give a shit what happens to me. I need to go get her from those fucking monsters!” I scream.
Pres shoves me backward. “Listen to me, boy. I fucking get it. We all care about that girl. We leave at six that way you can go straight there. I’d say we could leave here and head to the clubhouse but I don’t trust your ass not to go rogue and head straight for them.” He looks past me to the six brothers behind me. “He tries to leave, I don’t care what you all need to do, you stop him. Even if you need to knock his ass out. I’ll be back at five and we will figure out a damn plan.” He walks out of the room.
Wrench and Brick take his place. I take a look around the small hotel room. The men I call brothers all standing in my way from saving the woman I love. I turn and face the wall next to me, slamming my fists into it repeatedly making one hole after another until someone pulls me away.
All I can think about is what those fuckers might be doing to her. I made a promise to protect her and now she’s at their fucking mercy and all I can do is sit here and wait.
I look over at Wrench and Brick with the adrenaline I have in me I might just make it through the two of them. I stand up but Twisted steps in front of me.
“Don’t make me take you down, brother. None of us want to do it, but we can’t let you leave. You heard Pres, and you know he is fucking right. We go in there now they will have the cops there in a damn minute. We need to wait until it’s dark and we can surprise the fuckers. I want to get to Lucy too, I love that girl like a sister. We can’t do anything right now.”
His hand grips my shoulder as he pushes me down toward the bed. I grip my hair in my hands. “I can’t just fucking sit here! They could fucking kill her!”
He sits next to me. “No. I know men like that sick fuck. As little comfort as this might be, he is gonna gloat for a long time. The cocky bastard will want her to know how he has the upper hand, how she lost, how we lost. We will get her back alive, brother.”
Yeah, maybe we will.
But in what fucking condition?
I stand up, taking the chair I’m sitting in, throwing it against the wall and watching it split into pieces before sinking down onto the floor and staring at the clock.
I’m coming.
