Legacy: Savage Sons London Book 1

Chapter 18

Legacy

“What do you mean there”s no sign of her?” Rubbing my temple above the aching pain of the gash that had been haphazardly stitched together, I grimaced. I’d refused the hospital, I didn”t need one. But Tristan Hunter would when I got my hands on him.

Twenty-four hours and there was nothing. No news of his whereabouts or Kate. No one had even seen his face. He wasn”t at any of his usual haunts, and neither his good-for-nothing brother or mother had shown their faces. It was almost like they knew what was coming for them. In reality, they had no idea what kind of hell was going to rain down in their organisation. By the time I was finished, the Hunters would be wiped out of existence.

Pocket looked uncomfortable. He had been the one to stitch me up. The one who had come when I had called after I had woken to find the car tires slashed. Tristan had to know I was going to come after him with all the might of the Savage Sons. All of it. The fool hadn”t thought to take my phone, so it wasn”t long after I woke up that Pocket arrived.

Taking me to the hospital had been mentioned, but I”d closed that down quickly. I didn”t need a hospital for a few cuts and a concussion compared to what I feared was happening to Kate.

“A person can”t just vanish,” I mumbled. The urge to reach for a drink was almost overwhelming, but I knew I needed to be sharp and have my wits about me. Booze wouldn”t help me with that.

Pocket looked at me, and I knew what he was thinking. Of course they could. People vanished all the time. Some were never seen again. The thought opened a dark pit in my stomach.

“We’re going to find her, brother,” he said softly. “And we are going to make those bastards pay.”

I wanted to believe his words, and he did as well, but there could be no denying the doubt on his face. Even if we did get her back, and it was a big if, what would we get back? I knew Tristan”s reputation. He would leave her broken. A shell of the person she was before.

And it was all my fault. I had thought the threat had passed and let my guard down. This was on me.

All of it.

“Legacy?”

I whirled, almost slipping from the stool, and stared as Domino came into the room. There was dried blood on his knuckles.

“Any news?” Regaining my feet, I strode towards him. When Domino and Duke had left earlier, they’d had two jobs, one to get Conner and my sister somewhere safe and the other to go to my dad. Ghost might be sick, but he was still in charge. None of the club could move without his say so. Not that I would listen to him in this situation. Kate was my everything, and she was the only family Conner knew. I had to bring her home.

“Is everything okay?” Pocket sounded calm, but I knew he had seen the blood on the older man”s knuckles like I had. Domino looked down at it thoughtfully.

“El and the boy are safe. They are with the band, so the security is top-notch. Chance is there as well. I called him in.”

I nodded gratefully. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

“And my old man?”

I didn”t like the way his eyes shifted. If Ghost hadn”t given his consent for us to move then he could die alone and screaming for all I cared. I would burn the city to the ground and the club with it. They could all go to hell.

“I don”t want you to—”

I cut him off. “What is it? What do you know?”

“Your dad had a name for us. A cousin of the Hunters.” His words were soft, almost like he was trying to calm me down before I”d even started to get angry. “Quentin Brook.”

I stared at him blankly. If he thought I knew the name, he was right out of luck. “He”s one of the truck drivers that works with Kate.”

I blew out a breath. “Where is he?”

“He might have nothing to do with this, Legacy.” Domino stepped back. He didn”t need to tell me where he was. We had a basement room for this sort of thing. If Domino had brought him in, then that”s where he was.

“Where is he? Is he here?”

Domino pointed in the direction I had been heading. If he thought Quentin was innocent, then he wouldn”t have already scooped him up.

I took the stairs two at a time. There were other brothers already down there. Their faces were grim, but they moved out of my way without me having to say a word.

The first person I saw when I stepped into that barren room with the drain in the middle of the floor was Duke. Barefoot and shirtless. There was blood on his jeans.

Someone had let him off his leash already.

I’d heard of Duke’s reputation even before I had patched in. So named because of his upper class accent and mannerisms, Duke was a psychopath. One that the club kept a tight hold of. I hadn”t ever seen him at work, though I”d heard stories of what he could do with a razor blade when the mood struck him.

The man hanging from shackles suspended from the ceiling was a bloody mess, and I raised an eyebrow at the injuries that Duke had already inflicted on his face.

“I don”t know anything,” he garbled through his ruined mouth. “I promise, my man, I don”t.”

“I think he looks better with a Chelsea smile, don”t you?” There was nothing human left in Duke”s eyes as he absently wiped the razor on a cloth. “It”s really becoming of him.” He chuckled.

I barely heard him. I hadn”t seen the man who had smashed me head first into marble and stained my best friend”s grave with my blood, but I”d heard him.

It was the man in front of me.

My voice was level despite my growing desire to inflict pain. “Where is she?” I took a step into the room, my hand outstretched for the blade. Duke didn”t hesitate in handing it to me. He might be the artist amongst us, but this was personal for me. He wouldn”t mind sharing the sport.

Too late, Quentin realised his mistake. Maybe he’d assumed he was safe, that a bang to the head would make me forget his voice. If that was the case, then he was sadly mistaken. It was a mistake that was going to cost him his life.

“Where is she?” I spoke each word slowly. Another step and he pissed himself. The pungent yellow puddle kept growing and growing. Forcing the pair of us to step back.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Fucking coward. He was quite happy to kidnap a woman so someone could rape her, but faced with people who could fight back, he bottled it.

“I didn”t touch her, man.” He thrashed against the cuffs holding him. “I swear it, I didn”t!”

“Where is she?” I asked again. And this time, my voice shook. It was getting harder and harder to keep control of my anger.

“He’ll kill me.”

I laughed, throwing my head back. The sound echoed around the small room. “Oh, I”m going to kill you, there”s no doubt about that. The only choice is whether we make it quick or I take my time.” I glanced at Duke, who grinned. He liked the second idea better.

“I…” More urine soaked the front of his jeans. “She’s in my truck. At the yard.” Just like that, he broke.

For a second, I stared at him. Could it be that easy? Could she really be in the place she worked, hidden away in plain sight? I didn”t know why I hadn”t thought of it. Except that maybe it had been too obvious.

“Go.” Duke stepped forward, snatching the razor back from me. “Find Kate and bring her home. I”ll deal with this piece of shit.”

Not bothering to say anything, I turned on my heel and walked away.

Quentin screamed. “You said you would make it quick. You swore.”

I hadn”t done any such thing, but I paused, glancing over my shoulder.

There was fresh blood running from Quentin”s chest.

“He might have suggested it, but I didn”t.” Duke”s voice had gone quiet. An almost whispered caress. It sent goosebumps flying up my arms.

“Duke?”

“Go.” He waved the knife, and fresh splatters of blood flicked in every direction. “We want to find Tristan, don”t we? We want this over? You do want that, don”t you?”

I paused for just a second, and then, without saying another word, I walked away. My brothers closed around behind me as I took the stairs two at a time and headed towards the bikes.