Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
C hainsaw…
We were riding out to Baton Rouge to handle business for the Marchesis when I saw Hex up front check his watch and throw the signal for an emergency pull over.
We all drifted off the side of the highway onto the shoulder and cut engines.
He leaped off his bike, conferred with LaCroix, and showed him the thing that’d alerted him.
We all went up, huddling in a knot and demanded, “What’s up? ”
“Got an alert from the security system. Garage door opened up.” It was a closed-circuit system that our buddy Radar, who was with The Kraken MC out of Florida, had helped us install. Pretty much unhackable from the outside, but still let us keep tabs on shit with live feeds.
We watched without a sound as Sandy bounded back from the garage door, and a van with what looked like a battering ram welded to the front rolled right on in, followed by a bunch of bikes.
Cypress came in from the front of the club, likely from the pisser, just in time to catch a shot from a shotgun in the gut.
I watched my woman throw herself into action as we all stood in silent shock and horror, as she went to Cy’s aide and Ruthless walked up and blew his head apart in front of her. She was so close, she could have taken a bullet. For sure, she was covered in what was left of our brother’s head.
“Son of a bitch!” Collier cried.
“We’re going back. This was a ploy.” LaCroix was calm. Too calm, and I flicked my vision back to the screen. Ruth was making one of his unhinged speeches to the girls, and the rest of the Bayou Brethren surged forward.
“They’re taking ‘em somewhere,” I said, and we watched as the girls were dragged to the van, kicking and fighting against being tied and gagged.
I was relieved to see that Genesis was clutching at the pendant around her neck.
“Let’s roll,” Saint grumbled, and we went back to our bikes, took off up the shoulder, and merged back onto the highway, using the first state patrol and emergency vehicle turnaround we came up on to get going back the other way.
The Marchesi family would pay, but first to get our women…
When we rolled up on the club, it was already swarming with cops.
They stopped us outside the gate. I went to LaCroix and Hex and gave them the fastest rundown possible on how the cops could and were tracking Genesis and that I would explain in-depth later, but first to get the pigs to cooperate and point us in a direction.
“Tell the rest of the boys,” Hex said. “Lemme handle it with them.”
“I got you,” I said.
He and LaCroix met one of the suits at the scene, and I went back to Saint and the rest of them and told them everything.
Told them how Gen had ordered the necklace thing, how it worked, and how she’d triggered it, but the cops had been too slow to get here.
They had a bead on the girls, and we were just waiting on them to point us in the direction of where they’d gone with ‘em.
“I knew this was gonna be bad,” Axe muttered for my ears only. I nodded.
“We’ll handle it,” I said.
“Oh, yeah.” He had the killer’s gleam in his eye, the kind that said people were gonna die and badly at his pleasure.
I swallowed hard and tried not to replay Cy’s head coming apart in front of my lady over and over on this demented loop in my head.
There was a shout from inside our compound, and all heads turned that way. I couldn’t make it out, but Hex and LaCroix were closer. They immediately turned and headed our way. Hex shouted, “Let’s roll! Ain’t nothin’ can be done here!” We mounted up.
I hated that nothing could be done here, but Hex was right. We were needed elsewhere, and I trusted my president and vice president implicitly that they would get us there.