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Stitch climbed off his ride, and strode confidently in their direction, as we moved around to approach from their rear.
“Crusher, I’m just here to see Sophie, is she around?”
The three bikers put more distance between them and Sophie, which was great for us, but not so good for Stitch. He was outnumbered if they attacked right now. I had to hope like fuck that my future brother-in-law wasn’t about to get his ass shot.
Ryder
Therewasnowaythis was going down easily, but we had to trust that the VP had this under control, so we could do our thing. The guy who’d been shot, but apparently moved, suddenly groaned, and we used that moment of distraction to get into position behind these three, and then Has moved close enough to grab the woman, covering her mouth as he pulled her back, and took her around the side of the house.
That was one vulnerability removed, and now, essentially, we were looking at four on three, and that meant we had the edge.
“And how do you know our Sophie, huh? She better not be moonlighting, although I doubt you fuckers have the balls to try and poach our staff.” Shit, low blow. They didn’t know Stitch’s situation, but I saw him flinch at the word, before he pasted a smirk on his face.
“Wouldn’t know anything about moonlighting. She’s just a friend. You guys should probably get gone. Looks like your rides have taken a beating though. Maybe spend less time running around with guns, and more time looking after your wheels.”
“You snide fucker. You’re alone here. You really think you’re surviving this? We took down the other fucker, and that leaves you as our only loose end.” Crusher chuckled, and I hesitated as I approached him from behind, while Has was moving for the guy to his left, and Rocket for the one on his right.
“I don’t think I’ll put a bullet in ya, I kinda like the idea of painting this driveway with your blood. Boys?”
We all moved, taking his order to his men as our own, and Stitch laughed, a sharp bark of laughter, as he approached, kicking away the guns as we liberated them.
“You think I’d approach a twisted fuck like you alone? I’m smarter than you, Crusher, and that’s how I stay alive.”
Stitch cast his eyes behind us, as we held the three bastards down.
“Where’s the woman?” Has jerked his chin behind us.
“By the side there. She’s out cold, but looks otherwise okay.”
“Good, so we’ll kill these fuckers fast.” We didn’t argue, because the only good Rogues are dead ones.
Has went back to check on the girl, and we moved the dead bodies into the van that had been left unlocked on the drive. No idea if it was theirs or hers, but it was useful for now.
Next, we checked the two guys who’d been shot. Imagine my surprise when we rolled over the one who was still breathing.
“What the fuck! How the hell ishehere?”
“No idea, but of course he’s behind all this shit. That must be his cut laying beside him. Is the other guy dead?” He was, and that meant we had to break the news to the poor woman that her lover was dead, but on the upside, we’d found Micro, and this time he wasn’t getting away.
Twenty-One
Fuck,bulletshurtlikea bitch, but something more important was happening, and I couldn’t get my brain to absorb it. I was lying on something hard, and my arms were tied behind my back, and I was gagged. I was also blindfolded, or in a place so dark there was no light. My shoulder was throbbing with pain, and I groaned as my entire body was jolted about, in what I suddenly realised was the back of a van. A moving van. Those fuckers. They’d taken me hostage, and where the fuck was Sophie? I tried yelling for her, but the gag taped over my mouth made it sound like I was just yelling out.
“Shut it,” a voice barked at me, and I felt a foot kick at me at the same time. All I wanted to know was where Sophie was, but I was also terrified that when I found out, I’d see that they’d done horrific things to her while I was fucking unconscious, and knowing I’d failed her was worse than the excruciating pain in my shoulder. All I wanted to do was keep her safe.
I kept trying, trying to dislodge the blindfold, or the gag, or both, so I could try to reason with the fuckers, and stop them hurting her. Fuck, I’d fucked up so badly here. I’d meant to get her out from under their thumb, and instead I’d led to them hunting her down, and they’d hurt her, they’d kill her, but first, if I understood these fuckers right, they’d rape her.
Another blow to my head made the lights go out again.
Lowell, age 21
I’dsucceeded,anditwas time to show my father that I’d achieved his goals, and could help the club grow their drug trade into new territory, with a new supplier, and I’d had to ride all the way back into town to tell him in person, because after almost three years of radio silence, it was time to speak to him face to face.
Something was wrong though, and instead of going into the compound, I coasted past it, eyeing the club logo on the gate. It wasn’t the Godless Warriors tag hanging proudly where it had always been, but it said Phoenix MC instead. Who the fuck were they, and where was my dad’s club? I’d tried to call my dad on the way into town, but his mobile wasn’t on, and now his club seemed to have disappeared, or had they been patched over? He’d never let that happen, would he? He’d die first.
I parked in the car park of a pub that had also changed name, and smartened up, since I was last here. It was a fucking gastro pub now, and not the local that our bikers would have spilled out into. Pretentious bullshit.
I headed for the bar, and ordered a pint, while I tried my dad’s number again. It was still off, and the only other number I had saved in my burner was Skull’s, and it was the last number I wanted to call, because I never wanted to speak to that fucker again, unless it was to tell him to go to hell, while I buried a knife in his throat. Still, I was desperate, so I pressed the call button, my heart pounding in my chest, and yet again, it was a no go. In fact, it said the number was no longer in use.
