Chapter 10
10
DARREN
D arren had never been in such excruciating pain in his life. His dick was throbbing so much he just knew it was going to explode. At this point he’d be glad if it did. At least the pain would end. Or so he hoped.
He didn’t know how long he’d been pacing his cell when it finally hit him that he was in the same damn position as Otis and Henry had been in when he’d first gotten here. And like them, he’d finally caved and tried to jack himself off. As he knew it would, it didn’t fucking work. He’d tried squeezing his dick with the same negative result. He shoved his shaking hands through his hair and pulled on it hard to divert his attention from his throbbing dick. The fucker was even leaking fluid. He didn’t know how much of the drug they’d given him, but it had to have been a lot.
God damn it! Where were his brothers? He prayed they found him soon because he honestly didn’t think he could keep from fucking a woman if they put one in his cell with him. It would fucking gut him to cheat on Kylie, but son of bitch, a man could only take so much before he lost his mind.
When he got out of here, and he would die trying, he was going to find where they kept this goddamn drug and blow it all to hell. After he killed Crockett and RIP.
At the sound of boots stomping down the stairs and moving closer to his cell, he stopped his pacing. He stood in the middle of his cell with his hands fisted at his sides, his chest heaving from pent up rage and unsatisfied need. If they opened his cell door, he was going to rush whoever came through. At this point, he felt he had nothing left lose. His sanity was quickly leaving him and he’d rather be dead than continue on like this.
His heart tripped in his chest when Crockett and RIP stopped outside his cell with a naked woman between them. Wait a minute. He knew this woman. Why did she look so familiar? Before he could try and sort it out, Crockett started speaking.
“Brought you something to keep you company.” The way she glared at Crockett led him to believe she wasn’t a fan. She was acting like she didn’t want to be here. Could he believe that or did she work for the rival club and this was all an act? If it was, to what end? Fuck, he was losing it.
“Stand back, fucker,” RIP ordered.
Damn it. RIP was using her as a shield. With the woman planted directly in front of him there was no clear shot for Darren to take down the asshole when the door was opened. Left with no choice, he scooted to the back wall while the door was opened and the woman shoved inside. The sound of the door slamming shut only served to eat away at any hope of escaping he still held on to.
“You two have fun now,” RIP offered cheerfully. Having done what they’d come to do, he and Crockett took off, saying nothing further. That was unusual. They usually liked to stick around and ramble on and on and on. Swear to god they loved to hear themselves talk. If only he could get his hands around their necks, he’d shut them up permanently.
The woman remained near the door, eying him warily. She didn’t look as nervous as he thought she should be. She didn’t even bother to cover herself like the last woman. To be fair the last woman was closer to twenty than this one and she hadn’t been drugged. This one seemed comfortable in her body and came off as someone who’d at least been with more than one man. Case in point, the way she didn’t hide the way she was checking him out from top to bottom. Her eyes rounded when she got to his hard dick then quickly flew back up to his eyes.
Darren returned the favor, giving her a once over as well, noting that she was a pretty little thing. She had long blonde hair, green eyes and the body of a dancer. Above the right outer side of her mouth was a cute little mole. As his eyes drifted back up her body, his breath froze as his attention caught on the sight of her juices leaking onto her leg. He drew another deep breath trying to calm himself down and his eyes almost crossed. God help him, he could smell her arousal. His eyes slammed shut at the same time a low groan escaped through his clamped teeth. He wasn’t going to fucking make it. If she didn’t throw herself at him, he was going to end up begging her to take pity on him and let him fuck her.
“You can have the cot.” His voice came out rough and gravelly.
“No. I don’t want to take it from you.”
“There’s nowhere else to sit unless you want the floor. Believe me, you don’t want the floor.”
She sat on the cot and clasped her hands in her lap. She looked around, finding the cell to their left empty. They’d come and taken him away earlier and he had no idea if they’d turned him and Otis loose or if they’d killed them. To the right Joe was asleep. The poor kid was sinking deeper and deeper into a depression and was losing all hope of ever being let go alive or rescued.
“Do I know you? You look familiar.” He was having a difficult time placing her. His brain was a scrambled mess, constantly at war with his body and its needs.
Spotting the SORMC tattoo above his heart, she responded, “If you’re with the Sons of Redemption and you’ve been to Bottom’s Up lately, I was a dancer. I went by Avery.”
“No. That’s not it.” He hadn’t been there in a while what with getting things ready for the baby and everything that went down with Tuck. His plate had been too full to hang out at the strip club. Honestly, having Kylie, he didn’t see the need to be entertained by other women. “You said you went by Avery. Does that mean that’s not your real name?”
“No. It was a stage name. My name is Sadie.”
“Sadie Swallow!” He snapped his finger. “I knew you looked familiar. I’ve seen your picture.”
“My picture?” She frowned.
“Yeah. We pulled it up when we found your name on three properties in Redemption.” He started pacing along the left side of the cell again. He couldn’t sit still for long or he started getting agitated. Just like fucking Otis.
“Excuse me. Did you say my name is on three properties in Redemption?” Her eyes widened in shock.
“Yeah. You didn’t know?” He stopped and looked at her.
“No. I had no idea. Who the hell—?” She stopped mid-sentence and closed her eyes. “Fuck. Crockett. He’s such a bastard.”
That explained that he supposed. Crockett had put her name on the properties, thinking if anyone took a close enough look, they wouldn’t be able to link it to the Phantom Furies. Luckily, his Kylie was a master computer nerd and did a deeper dive.
“How did you end up down here?”
“Bad luck,” she laughed without humor. “No. My brother was in the club and died. He had a son that I was helping to raise. Oliver. He’s only five years old.” Her smile looked genuine as she talked about him. “Crockett has one of the brothers and his old lady taking care of him. He only allows me small amounts of time to visit him even though I have court papers saying I have custody of him.”
“Can’t the law go in and help you get him back?” And as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew how stupid he sounded. He was in an MC and knew better.
She snorted. “No. If Crockett got a hint that I would even think of doing something like that, Oliver would disappear and I’d never see him again.”
“He’d kill a kid?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him, but no. He’d ship him off to another state to live with a different Phantom family. Now, if you asked if he would kill me… Hell, yeah.” She groaned and closed her eyes, squeezing her legs together.
“I’m assuming they gave you the drug? EZ Lay?”
“Yes,” she moaned again.
“Are you’re unbelievably horny?”
“Yes and it’s getting worse by the minute.”
He scrubbed his face with both hands. “Welcome to my world,” he sighed heavily. “They shot me up with it when I first got here, however many days ago, and they’ve dosed me again a couple more times since then. I feel like my dick is going to blow off. God damn it!” He turned and punched the wall. It was a wonder he didn’t break his hand. “It hurts so bad.” He leaned his forehead against the cold concrete. His body was on fire and the cool temp eased his torment only for a moment.
“Have you tried, you know, jacking off?” Her cheeks blushed at the question.
He turned around to face her once again. He’d try to cover his dick, but he couldn’t stand to touch it anymore. “That’s the beauty of the drug. You can’t get yourself off no matter how hard you try.”
“Have you, uh, tried?”
“Yeah. Several times. That was even after I watched Otis, the guy who used to occupy the cell across from me, try it for hours on end. And then there’s Henry, the guy who used to be in that cell,” he pointed to his left. “He tried to the point of tears until they threw a woman in there with him.”
“What about him?” She hitched a thumb over her shoulder.
“Joe is some poor kid they pulled off the street and forced him to take the drug. So far, they’ve drugged him then immediately given him someone to fuck. That apparently keeps the pain away and once you’ve come half a dozen times, you go back to normal.”
She watched Joe’s sleeping form for a few minutes then asked, “Why would they want to sell a drug that causes people pain? Wouldn’t that be bad for profits and return customers?”
“That’s exactly what I said. As long as you take the drug and fuck within an hour or so, there are no side effects other than coming harder than you’ve ever come in your life. At least that’s what Otis, Henry and Joe tell me.”
Clomping boots announced someone was returning. Who would the torturer be this time? Should have known. Fucking RIP. What could he want now?
“Hey, stud. Got something for ya.” He held out his hand to show him an EZ Lay pill.
“I’m not taking anymore of your shit. You can shove it up your ass.” Darren gripped the bars at the front of the cage, praying RIP would move closer so he could get a hold of him. He’d grab onto his arm and yank him forward, bashing his head into the bars over and over until the fucker stopped breathing.
RIP smiled slowly, already a step ahead of Darren. “You take this pill right fucking now or I give it to the kid and wait several hours before I bring him a woman.”
Joe had sat up on the side of his bed, his eyes full of dread. The kid was scared to death. There was no way he could make Joe take that pill. He was so far down, he believed if they’d had sheets on their cots, he would have hung himself by now.
“Give me the goddamn pill,” he growled and shoved his hand through the bars, palm up.
RIP pulled a gun from behind his back and aimed it at Darren. “Try anything and I’ll shoot your ass, then I’ll fuck hers.”
He closed his fist around the pill and pulled his hand back through. He popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it dry. RIP made him lift his tongue to make sure it went down. The fucker was going to die.
Darren glanced back at Joe. There was no mistaking the turmoil and gratitude in his eyes. He nodded at the kid and went back to pacing again. Maybe he’d get lucky and he’d die from an overdose.
“Have you had any women brought to you before?” Sadie chewed her bottom lip, trying to get him talking again. He appreciated the effort she was making to try and get his mind off his agony, but it wasn’t working. He doubted she was aware that her hands kept drifting over her tits and between her legs.
“Yeah. One. She wasn’t drugged like you and she wasn’t much older than Joe. And before you ask, no, I didn’t fuck her.” At the time he’d still been able to get a handle on his need to fuck. Now, he was a hair’s breadth from losing his shit. It scared him that he could end up as crazed as Otis, not caring what the woman was feeling or experiencing as long as he got his.
“I wonder how much time has passed since they gave me that pill?” Sadie wondered aloud, almost to herself.
“From the way your hands keep slipping between your legs, I’d say about an hour and you’re going to be feeling the painful side effects soon.” Shit. He didn’t know how he was going to handle dealing with her pain on top of his own. He was barely able to think clearly as it was.
“How are you able to stand it? This is, what did you say, your third dose without having sex with anyone?”
“Fourth and I wish to God someone would just kill me now. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. It hurts so goddamn bad.” He turned his back on her and leaned his head against the bars, clasping them in both hands. Hopefully, she didn’t notice how his hands were starting to shake. He clenched his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on taking one deep breath after another.
She cleared her throat, then asked, “I can’t believe I’m even suggesting this, but would it help if I sucked you off?”
Darren tensed to the point he felt like he was made of stone, slowly turning to face her and begged, “Please, don’t talk like that. Don’t tease me. I’m hanging on by a thread as it is.” It really didn’t help watching her touch herself as she sought relief. He wasn’t sure if the drug affected women differently or not.
“I’m willing to try if you are.” She squeezed her tits roughly and plucked her nipples. She was breathing hard and she was staring at his dick as if she were starving. Another drop of fluid beaded at the tip under her appraisal. “Scratch that. Never mind. I need you to fuck me. Please.” She got up and slid two fingers inside her, frantically fucking herself to the point tears formed in her eyes. So, it did work the same way with women. Fuckers.
Darren couldn’t take it any longer. He’d done his best. He’d held out as long as he could. He prayed Kylie could forgive him one day because he’d never be able to forgive himself.
“Fuck. Come here. If we’re going to do this, you can be on top so you have control. I don’t know if I can trust myself not to hurt you.”
He went to the bed and lay on his back, clenching the metal frame above his head with both hands.
“Are you sure?” she asked, while moving closer.
He gritted his teeth and nodded. “Yeah. Climb on. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”
She climbed up on the bed so that her knees were on either side of his hips. He growled as he got a close up look between her legs. She was soaked, her juices dripping down her legs. He squeezed the frame tighter as she took his cock in one hand and balanced herself with the other on his chest. Lining him up with her entrance, she slowly lowered herself until she had taken him all the way. They both groaned deeply as she bottomed out.
“Oh my fucking God. I can’t believe how good that feels. Move. Please. Make it stop hurting.” He tightened his grip on the bed frame and watched her rise above him, then drop back down. She did this over and over, gaining speed and force each time.
“I’m so close. Pinch my nipples. Please. Please. Please.” She bounced frantically up and down his cock. He could feel how close she was and he wasn’t far behind.
He did as she asked and pinched both nipples, sending her instantly into a climax. The feel of her pussy milking his cock sent him over the edge right along with her. “Ahhhhhhhh!” The instant relief from the constant pain was almost hard to explain. It was like the calm after a raging storm passed through. The silence after all the thunder and wind.
As soon as they’d both come, she’d collapsed on top of him. His hands settled at her waist as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Goddamn it,” he growled, clenching his hands tighter at her waist.
“What it is?” she asked as she pushed herself to a sitting position.
“The pain in my dick is already building again.” Being still connected, there was no way she couldn’t feel his dick rallying for another round. He smashed his head back onto the mattress several times. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I can feel it building in me, too. We can go again, but you have to be on top and do all the work this time.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He helped her off and had her get on her hands and knees. He got behind her and in one swift thrust he was inside again. He couldn’t hold back no matter how hard he tried. He pounded into her and felt like a total shit. He listened for any signs of distress but only heard moans of pleasure. She turned her head to the side, resting it on the cot as her arms gave out beneath her.
“Yes, yes. Make me come. I need to come!”
“Touch yourself,” he instructed. He didn’t want to get anymore involved with the act than he had to, but he wouldn’t leave her hanging either. She did as he asked and within seconds she was coming again. A few strokes after that and he could feel his cum exploding out of his cock. It was almost painful, but he didn’t care. When he was finished, he gently pulled himself out and dropped to his side with his back against the bars. She lay on her stomach near the edge of the bed, one arm hanging over the side. He’d almost be embarrassed at how fast he came if it hadn’t felt so goddamn good.
He rubbed his eyes and waited for the guilt to set in. He didn’t have long to wait. Fuck . What had he done? He’d cheated on Kylie. It didn’t matter that it was against his will. Chancing a glance at Sadie, he grew concerned by her continued silence. Was she asleep? “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.” Her head was turned away from him.
“I’m sorry. I kinda lost control toward the end.” Lost control? That was an understatement. He’d been a complete animal.
She rolled over so she was sitting on the side of the bed, one knee bent on the cot, her other foot on the floor. “Seriously. Physically I’m okay. It’s just,” she stopped as if seeking out the right words.
“Just what?” If she said she was screwed up because of this, it would be one more mark on his already bleeding soul.
“It’s a damn mind fuck. I physically could not stop myself from having sex with you. When we did it the relief was amazing. Now that it’s done, I feel like this is the worst one-night stand ever because we had no say in how it went down.”
Darren got it. He understood exactly what she was saying. He scooted across the cot so that he was sitting on the edge next to her. “Has the urge left you yet?
It took a moment for her to answer. “I’d like to say yes, but I swear it’s creeping up on me again. What about you?”
He pointed to his growing arousal. “Same.”
With the seal already broken, they ended up having sex two more times before passing out from exhaustion. Maybe when he woke up this time, this would have all been a very bad dream and he’d finally be home with Kylie and Tuck where he belonged.
KYLIE
Tuck’s leg was still sore from PT this morning as he pulled a chair around to sit behind the desk with Race. Tulsa had sent the drone footage last night and they were going to get their first look at it. Hopefully, somewhere on this video they would find some weakness they could exploit. They allowed it to play all the way through the first time, then played it again, stopping to take a closer look at one thing or another until they were satisfied they’d gotten everything they could from it.
“Damn. There’s not a single window in that building and only one door. The only good thing we got going for us is the building’s distance from the clubhouse.” Race scrubbed both hands down his face.
“At least there’s only one deadbolt on the door.” Since it was behind their clubhouse and a patch of trees, it wasn’t seen from the road. No one would know it was there that wasn’t supposed to know. Luckily, they’d caught a break when Kylie spotted it on a satellite image. Tuck leaned back in his chair. “It’s tucked away behind these trees,” he pointed to where he was talking about on the map, “and we can use the trees here and at the side as cover. Come in from the back.”
Darren had been taken seven days ago and this was the closest they’d come to finding him. If he wasn’t there, Tuck didn’t know what the fuck they’d do.
Kylie had been obsessed with finding him and bringing him home. The only time she slept was when she got so exhausted she passed out, but she never slept for long. He didn’t think she was eating nearly enough, either. She said her appetite was all but gone and he understood that, but he worried for the baby, too.
“We need to draw out a map of this building and surrounding area, then call a meeting to come up with a plan to get Darren out of there. If he’s in there, I want to move on it ASAP. They’ve had him too long.” Race pulled a sheet of paper from his printer and started sketching out what they’d seen.
“Huh. That’s pretty good, Race.” Tuck clapped him on the shoulder.
“Thanks.”
Tuck leaned in to get a closer look. “What are all these little stick figure things and the shaded area under them?”
Race chuckled. “Those are dead Phantoms bleeding out.”
Tuck threw his head back and laughed. “Oh my god! That’s hilarious!”
“Tuck?”
His head jerked up to find Kylie standing in the open doorway, tears running down her pale cheeks. “Baby. What’s wrong?”
He shot to his feet, clenching his teeth as his injured leg protested the sudden movement. He hobbled, yes, that was the only word he could come up with to describe how he got around, and hurried to Kylie. As soon as he reached her, he pulled her into his arms and asked, “Honey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Race followed him over to Kylie but hung back a little, giving Tuck the opportunity to find out what was going on.
“He ch-ch-cheated on me. I can’t b-b-believe he ch-cheated on me!” She collapsed into his arms, sobbing as if her heart had been torn from her chest.
“Kylie Jo, what are you talking about? Who cheated?” He pulled her back so he could see her face.
“Darren,” she choked.
“I’m completely confused.” He looked for help from Race over the top of her head.
“How do you know Darren cheated on you?” Race asked. “The Phantoms have him.”
“I’ll show you.” Kylie pulled away from Tuck and swiped the tears from her face. She led the way back to her office, took a seat behind her desk and keyed up a video. “Just hit play.” She got up and went to the couch. She plopped down and put her head in her hands as if she couldn’t bear to watch it again.
“What the fuck is this?” Tuck asked. “Where did you get this?”
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Darren was having sex with Sadie Swallow, the woman they suspected to have ties to the PFMC and the woman Jed was supposed to be getting close to. He ran his hand through his hair and thought thank God there wasn’t any sound. Hang on. What was that? Were those metal bars? Was Darren in a cage?
“Play it again,” he instructed Race. This time he took his time and took in the smallest details, from their eyes to their surroundings. “Look. It looks like there’s another guy in there.”
“Fuck. He’s just a kid.” Race’s mouth flattened, his attention turning back to Kylie. “When and how did you get this?”
“I just got it in an email that I specifically set up to communicate with Crockett.” At least she had the good sense to look guilty at her unexpected admission.
“You did what?” Race’s head jerked back, the scowl on his face deepening. Tuck noticed the muscle in his jaw ticking and worried he might go ballistic on her.
“I had his wife’s car repoed and told him to release Darren or his house was next. He sent this.” She flipped her hand toward her computer.
“Oh, baby.” Tuck closed his eyes and let his head fall back on his shoulders. There was no way he could get her out of the mess she’d just gotten herself into. She would have to weather Race’s tongue lashing in order to learn a valuable lesson. No one made moves or decisions concerning the club outside the club.
Race paced away and came back to stand in front of her. His hands hung loosely at his sides. He took a deep breath as if he were holding on to his patience by a thread. “Kylie, I really like you. You are actually one of my favorite old ladies and if you ever tell them I said that, I’ll deny it. So, darlin’, although I appreciate all the work you do for the club, you gotta know this,” he pointed toward her desk, “this is crossing a line. This is you interfering in club business. I told you before you took the job, club business is club business. It’s only for the brothers. I know you can get confused on where that line is because of what we ask you to do sometimes. This, right here, is way over the line.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I was just so desperate to find him.”
“Baby.” Tuck took a seat next to her but didn’t reach for her yet. “Did you stop to think how this could affect Darren? What they might do to him in retaliation for what you did with his wife’s car?” She stiffened as it dawned on her what could have happened or might still happen to Darren if Crockett was pissed off enough. “Did you watch the video?”
“Yes,” she sniffled. God, she looked so pitiful he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be all right.
“Did you notice his glassy eyes? Or the woman’s? Did you see how his body was shaking from holding back and fighting against the drug? Did you see his face when she climbed on? If they would have cut him open and pulled his guts out, it wouldn’t have hurt him more. Honey, the man was wrecked.”
“Then why did he do it?” Race shoved a box of tissues in front of her which she gladly accepted.
“My guess is they used that new drug on him and he didn’t have a choice.” The way she looked at him with such hope, he felt he needed to remind her. “Remember, the drug makes your body think it needs sex even when your head and heart are saying no?”
“Yes. I remember.” He pulled her into his arms and held her while she continued to cry.
“I’m going to call everyone in. We’ll meet in church in thirty minutes,” Race told him before pulling his cell from his pocket and leaving the two of them alone.
“How mad is Race?” Kylie asked.
He was thoroughly pissed off. There would have to be a punishment dealt out for someone stepping this far over the line. Race would never take it out on Kylie, pregnant or not. No. Tuck or Darren would be getting the punishment sometime in the future when they were both healed enough to take it. To Kylie, he said, “He’s pretty mad, baby.You’re lucky you’re not one of the brothers or he might have decked you.”
“What? He would punch me?”
“No! He would never lay a hand on you. I’m just saying that if it was one of the brothers who’d done something like this that could affect the whole club, he’d have to answer for it. For you, he’ll probably give you the stink eye for a while, maybe give you the silent treatment for a day or two.” He really had no idea what Race was going to do.
“Are you guys going to figure out how to get inside that building and get Darren?” Kylie asked. Her tears had soaked through his shirt and it was breaking his heart.
“Yeah. As soon as everyone that’s still in town can get here, we’re going to come up with a plan to get our brother back.” He held her until it was time to head to church. “Why don’t you lie down and try to get some rest? The meeting may take a while.” He waited for her to lie down, then covered her with the throw she kept on the back of the couch.
At the entrance to church he dropped his phone in the box before entering. He took his seat and looked at the empty chair next to him where Darren should be sitting. Seeing what they’d been putting him through, Tuck wanted to kill someone. For someone like Darren, an honorable, loyal man, forcing him to have sex with anyone other than Kylie was truly the worst torture they could have come up with.
“All right. Let’s get this started.” Race banged the gavel and started the meeting. “As you know, Tulsa was going to use the drone Kylie sent him to get a closer look at the building we’re hoping and praying that Darren’s being held in. Tuck and I watched it and I drew up a map so we could all come up with a plan to rescue our brother.” He’d made copies and sent them down the table.
“There’s only one entrance and exit. No windows,” Tuck filled them in.
“Fucking fire hazard,” Jackson mumbled.
“You can see there are trees at the back and one side. We can use the trees for cover and come in from behind,” Race suggested.
“How close is the clubhouse?” Maverick asked while looking over his copy of the map.
“Far enough they can’t see the building from there. There are also a half dozen trees blocking their view,” Race replied.
“What kind of condition do we think we might find Darren in?” Trick asked.
“He’s alive and mostly okay,” Race informed them.
Everyone around the table exploded with questions all at once.
Race shared a look with Tuck letting him know he was going to tell them about Kylie’s involvement. Tuck nodded, knowing it was inevitable that they’d find out.
“Remember that incident with Crockett’s wife’s car getting repoed?”
Everyone nodded their heads.
“That was Kylie’s doing.”
“What?” Dagger’s shock matched everyone else’s. They all sported smiles and thought it was funny, but that would quickly change.
“From what she said, she set up an email account to deal with Crockett directly.”
See, right there, their humor died and something else took its place.
“She told him it was his wife’s car now, but it would be his house next time if they didn’t release Darren.”
Yep, they’d all realized what her interference meant for him or Darren. Although her heart was in the right place, she’d gotten involved where she wasn’t supposed to.
“Bet that really went over well,” Dagger scoffed.
“He reached out today. He sent a video of Darren in what looked like a jail cell.”
“Fuckers,” Chris grumbled and gritted his teeth.
“Yeah. Well, he wasn’t alone. It looked to me and Tuck like they’d drugged him with that Euphoria shit. He was fucking a woman.”
“Ah, man.” Jackson rubbed a hand across his mouth.
“It was Sadie Swallow and she looked drugged, too.” Everyone was getting riled up again. Race raised his hand to quiet them down. “There was a kid who barely looked old enough to shave in a cell next to him.”
“So we’re rescuing Darren and two more?” Trick asked.
Race looked around the table at each of them before he answered. “Yes. We’re taking them all out of there. We’ll sort the rest out later.”
“Sadie?” Chris leaned forward. “Does that mean Jed’s been made? Anyone hear from him?”
Race frowned. “Damn it. Should’ve thought of that. Can you step out and give him a call? If you get him, tell him we’ll be heading their way in the next three hours.”
Chris nodded his head and stepped out.
“How’s Kylie?” Maverick asked.
Tuck sighed heavily. “About as bad as you would expect.” At least something good came out of her meddling. They found out Darren was alive, if not completely well.
Chris returned with the news Jed had been made and was shot. It was a graze, but Tulsa fixed him up. He was also happy to hear they were finally making a move. He was not so happy to learn Sadie had been taken and drugged and thrown in with Darren.
“Okay. We have a general plan to work with. We’ll get all our families here and locked down while we’re gone. Once we meet up with the brothers in Taos, we’ll finalize our plans. One way or another, Darren is coming home.”
“What if he’s not in that building?” Trick asked.
“Storm the clubhouse and take out anyone there.”
“The whores?”
“Round them up and lock them in a closet.”
“I’ll bring the duct tape.” Dagger loved his duct tape. He’d used it for any number of repairs. He’d used it to bind people’s hands and feet, sometimes together. He’d used it as a band aid until they could get medical attention. One time, just because he didn’t like the guy, he’d made the man strip down naked. He’d then taped the guy’s dick and balls which was unfortunate because the guy didn’t know the meaning of manscaping. He was one hairy motherfucker. Tuck supposed by the time he’d gotten the tape off, he’d been relieved of a lot of hair in that area.
Race called an end to the meeting and although Tuck protested being benched and made to stay in Redemption to protect the families with the prospects, he understood that he’d only be slowing them down. He went to find Kylie to give her the good news that they were going after Darren and God willing, they’d bring him home tonight.