Page 55 of Broken
Chapter Twenty-Five
Max
I wake up with a jolt, reaching out for Izzy. She isn’t there, and I can’t wrap my mind around it. I’m surprised I was even able to fall sleep but honestly, my body was so drained from the damn bullet that it was inevitable.
The door to the room I’m in opens and Torch is standing there. “Church, now.”
I roll to the side and throw my feet onto the floor before sitting up. My side hurts like a bitch and I haven’t slept all damn night. All I could think about was Izzy. If she was okay, and what those assholes could be doing to her. I groan as I stand up, my sore muscles fighting against the movement.
As I walk to church it hits me that this is my first time being there. I finally got my cut last night and when I should have been celebrating I was in pain and worried about my girl. Once I walk in, I grab a seat.
“We found her. She’s at their damn clubhouse,” Twisted says from the front of the table. Last night the chapter from Milton joined us and they are willing to fight with us to get her back.
Twisted starts to name brothers, dividing them into groups that will be posted at different points and have different responsibilities. “We will be moving out in a couple hours. Get your shit together.”
Everyone files out, but I stand up to look at him. “What about me?”
“You are injured. There is no way I’m assigning you to anything and chancing that you’ll hurt yourself or get my sister hurt.” He walks past me, and I’m left alone standing in the room.
I can’t believe he thinks that I’ll just be able to sit here and not do anything to help save her. I walk out into the room, determined to talk to him. He needs to understand that hurt or not I will do everything and anything I can to get her back. Pres watches me as I walk toward him.
“Let me stop you before you start. Whether you got a cut or not last night I’m still in charge here. You’re a liability right now and there is no way in hell—”
“Pres!” We turn to see Wrench, another brother, rushing toward us. “We got Devil’s Sons members in a car outside.”
“Fuck. Who’s in the car?” Twisted walks over to the window.
“Prospect said there’s three of them. No sign of Izzy.”
Twisted turns toward Torch. “Get a couple crews go out the back and head over to their club. Take the cars so they don’t hear the bikes. Get my sister and give Lady here a call when you have her. After that, we’ll end these assholes.”
Torch is gone in a matter of minutes.
Twisted turns back to me. “Stay here. As soon as he calls you, I need to know.” Without waiting for a reply he walks into the other room.
I walk toward the doorway, needing to know what’s going on.
“Everyone fan out. I don’t want them to know how many brothers we have here. Wrench, tell the prospect to open up the gate.” Twisted is ordering everyone around, trying to get people in place.
A few minutes later Hades’ officers walk through the door. Beast looks around before focusing on Twisted. He’s the one who had taken a hold of Izzy. Seeing him makes my blood boil. “Have to say I expected this place to be nicer. You ready to throw in the white flag and move the fuck out of our territory?”
Whip is standing next to Twisted, with Wrench and Cutter on the other side of him. “You aren’t getting shit from us, but you will give me my sister back if you have any hope of walking out of here in the same shape you showed up.”
Three years ago the Sons set up a clubhouse about twenty minutes away from us. They never came to the club first or even notified us that they were moving into the territory. Our club has been here for over twenty years, and this battle has been brewing more and more lately.
“See, that might be a problem. Not so sure I want to give her back to you.” Beast shrugs like he just refused to give back a pen he borrowed.
My phone buzzes and I put it to my ear. “Yea.”
“She ain’t in that room anymore. We are sweeping the club, but I don’t think she’s here.” I can hear a commotion in the background. Shots being fired and people yelling.
“Is Hades there? His officers are here, but he isn’t.” My fear for Izzy grows knowing that he could have run with her.
“No sign of him yet. I’ll text you if anything changes.”
I hang up the phone and walk into the room where the rest of the guys are.
“Well, if it ain’t the boyfriend.” Beast’s gaze lands on me. “You even got yourself a cut now, huh? Too bad the little whore won’t be around for you to claim.”
