Chapter 16
Dagger
"He's gonna have my balls for telling you this, but I know what that girl means to you." I set my phone down on the edge of the sink before roughing up my wet hair with a towel trying to get it dry as I look in the fogged mirror, towel hanging loosely around my waist.
"Quit speaking in code Pyro... tell me what's going on."
"Where are you?" He asks in response, building the anxiety in my chest. I shouldn't be here without her, not when I haven't had the chance to show her yet.
"I'm not at the hospital if that's what you're asking." I should be there by her side like I've been the whole time she's been comatose.
I somehow let Stray convince me earlier that I should go home for a shower and to pack a fresh hospital bag for Moon and I. I blame me actually taking his advice on how sleep-deprived I am.
"We just had Church, Prez called us all in for an emergency." My heart speeds up even more, what he's saying is becoming a little more clear. Something is wrong and it has to do with my woman.
"Where is Moon, Pyro?"
"We don't know."
"What the fuck do you mean you don't know? Where's Stray?" I'm gonna fucking string him up and gut him, he was in charge of watching her.
"We believe he's working with the Reapers." My ears start ringing before he can even finish his sentence.
The fucking Reapers. I slam my fist down on the sink, knocking my phone to the floor and shattering the screen.
Whether I'm a Devil’s Outlaw or not, that's my woman and I'll stop at nothing to get her back.
I throw on my gear, reaching for my leathers out of instinct but leaving them when I see nothing but ripped stitches where my patches used to be. I leave it on the back of my desk chair, instead going for the caviler vest I have in the closet.
The club has two options, help or don't. Either way, I'm going to get my woman, guns blazing.
I open the safe I keep in the closet, pulling out two glocks and the mags to match, then grab my switchblade off my side table.
I mount my bike, hitting almost 120 as I ride back roads to the Clubhouse.
I have to access the computer in Razor's office, that's the only way we'll find her and even this is a shot in the dark.
Razor is either gonna attempt to kill me on the spot, or he's gonna work with me. Either way, I couldn't give two fucks I just have to get to that computer.
I lost the tracker on my old phone when I broke it just a few moments ago.
I pull in, dust kicking up behind me. As I suspected, Razor steps out of the Clubhouse his 9mm aimed at my head.
"I'm here to get my woman back, don't you think that's more important than this bullshit Razor?" He scoffs, his face pained. I'm not sure if it's the reminder that his daughter is missing that causes it, or if it's the reminder that she's mine.
"We don't need the help of a traitor."
"I'm not a fucking traitor to this club Razor and you fucking know it, the beef we have is personal and we can settle it when Moon is safe." He begrudgingly nods in agreement, knowing he's not gonna stop me from going after her.
Razor puts the gun down and tips his chin at me. I know letting me help isn't easy for him. He wants to trust me, but it's hard when I love his daughter the way I do. That all feels trivial in the moment though. We have to focus on the most important thing and that is and always will be my girl.
Razor shoulder-checks me as I pass him in the doorway and head straight for his office.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Dagger?!" Razor bellows like a child when their sibling goes in their room when you tell them they aren't allowed to.
I ignore him, immediately typing in the password to the computer grateful that it's still Moon's Birthday and he hasn't changed it.
I open the hidden folder clicking the link that says 'remodeling tips' knowing that even if Razor found the folder, his cheap ass wouldn't click the link because I've been begging him to give this place a revamp for years. I'm so glad I put the app on the club computer too.
A map with a little green dot pops up immediately. It looks like she's stationary.
"What the fuck is this?" Razor bellows looking over my shoulder.
"What does it look like?" I reply sarcastically as I write down the address.
"My daughter is not a fucking dog and I won't have you chipping her like one." He yells.
"Listen, I gave her a bracelet when we were at war so if situations like this ever occurred I could find her. I don't just track her like a creep. It's for her safety because I love her too much to lose her like you lost her when she was younger!"
Razor goes suspiciously silent, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand. It's unlike him to say nothing. He's the type that has to have the last word on every occasion even if he's the one in the wrong.
Right as I'm about to turn I feel a pinch in the side of my neck. A fucking needle. I try to fight against whatever sedative he pumps in me, but my vision swims. He leans down making eye contact with me as he squeezes my shoulder.
"It's club business... you understand, don't you brother?" He says with a shit-eating grin, spitting out the last word with venom. The feel of him patting my shoulder, being the last thing I feel before the darkness envelopes me.