Chapter 7
Seven
Joker
We walk out of the clubhouse with purpose, all the brothers following behind me, along with a prospect in the van.
We aren’t just doing this for Bailey, but for every other innocent person in this world that didn’t get a chance to ask for help.
Today we are putting Bailey’s fears to rest. She might not know the details, but she will know she will be safe.
She will no longer have to look over her shoulder; she will no longer go to bed hungry.
She will know what it means to be a kid and to be loved.
I’m going to love torturing Leo. I'm going to inflict pain like he’s never felt, just like he did to Bailey, only worse.
I might even drag it out for days just so he has an idea of what he put her through.
What broke my heart was Bailey didn’t even make a sound as we were cleaning her wounds.
It was as if it didn’t even faze her anymore, and that’s just fucked up.
This is why I suggested therapy. Bailey is already strong, but with the right help, she will come out stronger and thrive in life.
She has Madison and me in her corner with a shit ton of uncles and aunts who would do anything for her. She is family.
I stride my bike and start it up just as the others do the same.
The gates open up and we all ride out as Blade takes the lead heading to the outskirts of town.
Right now I’m not the fun-loving Joker; rage is all I feel, and I let that fuel me as we ride into town.
People in town stop and stare as we ride past. We aren't people who cause shit; we are the ones who stop it.
It takes about another twenty minutes before we reach the rundown trailer park.
I can see drug deals going on right in the open and prostitutes standing around.
Jesus Christ, this place is a mess. None of these people care.
We need to come back and shut this shit down fast.
I spot the trailer Bailey said she lived in, and we pull up loud.
I want him to know that we are here. I can see the bars on the windows, and the foundation looks like it’s one strong wind away from blowing over.
They didn’t take care of it; that's for sure, with the overgrown grass and garbage all around. I can see fucking rats running at the sound of our bikes. Looking around the lot, I can see people looking out of their windows wondering what’s going on, not that I give a shit because one way or another we are doing this.
I pull out my gun as Stone and Crow run to the back so he can’t make an escape as I walk to the front with the others behind me and I kick the door right in, not even bothering to knock.
The door lands in the middle of the living room.
We file in as we watch Leo jump off the couch.
The smell in the place hits me first; this place is disgusting.
The floors are no longer white but black; dirty dishes are piled in the sink, and don’t even get me started on the mold on the walls.
It’s taking everything in me not to gag.
That's how bad it is. Fuck, I might even have to burn these clothes after we are done.
I turn to look at Leo and see him shaking, taking us all in. He looks at our patches, and I can see the moment he realizes who we are, and that’s when I smile.
“What do you want?” Leo’s voice shakes as he stands up, trying to be tough, but he’s nothing but a pussy.
I push him back down, pressing on the gunshot wound Madison gave him, and his scream of pain makes me laugh. “Aww, what’s the matter, Leo? Did someone hurt you? It’s not nice when you hurt someone, is it?”
He whimpers as I let go, standing back up. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, tired of listening to him, I cock my fist back and punch him in the nose, feeling it break under my fist.
He grabs his nose as blood gushes from it. “What the fuck, man. What the hell did I do?” His crying is doing nothing but pissing me off. It would be so easy just to put a bullet in him and burn this place to the ground, but I need to have my fun.
“Does the name Bailey Fisher ring any bells?” I watch the color drain from his face.
“I see you're getting it now. She is under The Lost Saints protection, and you fucked up big time by putting hands on her. I’ve seen the marks on her. She told me all about what you have done, and now it’s your time for judgment. ”
The prospects come in and take out a screaming Leo. “What the fuck, man, all this over a little bitch. Jenna and that fucking kid of hers are dead. You can’t fucking do this.”
“Shut him the fuck up.” I yell as they take him out of the trailer, throwing him into the back of the van.
I turn around and look at the guys, who are just as pissed off as I am.
“I’m gonna look around the back bedroom and see if Bailey has anything she would want.
” I walk towards the back and push open the bedroom door, seeing a dirty-ass mattress in the middle of the floor and a blanket that’s seen better days, and I know this is Bailey's room. It’s also fucking freezing in here. “Fuck.”
“Jesus, man, this is fucked up.” Hawk stands beside me, looking at the mold crawling up the walls as we both watch a rat race across the floor.
I don’t say a word, too pissed off to speak. I walk to the mattress to see a teddy bear lying there. I pick it up as Hawk looks in the closet, seeing nothing in there. “She really had nothing.” I shake my head just as Blade walks into the room with a bunch of papers in his hand, looking pissed off.
“What’s that?” I walk over as he hands them to me.
“Leo, by the time you read this, I will be gone. Don’t try to look for me because you won’t find me.
I don’t care what you do with Bailey, but my days of being that brat’s mother are over.
I found someone else, and a child doesn’t fit into my lifestyle.
Hell, I didn’t even want her or you; I just needed a place to stay. ”
With each word I read has my blood boiling.
I look through the other papers to see a birth certificate and other documents Bailey will need.
I walk over to the wall and punch it, my fist going through the shitty-ass trailer.
“MOTHRER FUCKER!” I yell. My chest heaves, trying to calm my racing heart as blood drips down my fist. How can they be so callous?
Bailey is innocent in all this. She didn’t ask for any of this.
She didn’t ask to be born to shitty parents or the hand she’s been dealt. It stops right here and now.
“Leo will get his brother. I can promise you that. We searched the rest of the place and found nothing except those papers. Though we did find Leo’s stash of drugs in his room, it would explain the track marks on his arms.” Blade says as I turn around, seeing all my brothers standing there in support.
This is hitting all of us hard, especially those with ole ladies who are pregnant.
Knowing they are bringing a child into this cruel world.
But we protect our own. We are a family who would fight for each other.
“Good, he can sweat out his high down in the basement. I want him lucid for what I’m going to do to him.
” Walking out of the room, I head for the front door.
I see a bottle of liquor sitting on the side table and wait for the brothers to file out before I pour some on the curtains, then smash the bottle on the couch.
I pull out my Zippo lighter and throw it on the couch and watch as the flames crawl up the wall and walk out the door without a backward glance.
I stride to my bike, starting it up as the flames grow bigger, knowing this is the start of burying Bailey’s past. We pull out of the driveway and head for home, knowing I have two very important people waiting for me to return, and tonight after dinner we can finally settle into my house.
I smile, knowing I will finally have Madison in my home.
Hell, I don’t care how we got here, but knowing she’s going to be sleeping under the same roof as me has my body relaxing after all that’s gone down.
We ride down the highway as some of the brothers surround the van.
We aren't taking any chances here. Leo will face his judgment, and I will enjoy every moment of doling out his punishment. We pull into the clubhouse ten minutes later as the prospects drive the van to the back so the girls don’t see and pull out a bound and gagged Leo.
We dismount our bikes, and I grab Bailey's bear, the paperwork and head inside. I let my eyes adjust until I can see the girls talking and laughing, setting the table, none the wiser. As soon as I walk in, Madison lifts her head and smiles at me, which hits me right in the fucking heart. God, she’s like a fucking dream I don’t want to wake up from.
But as she walks my way, I know this is no dream.
She’s here in real life, and that smile is directed at me.
I don’t know what I’ve done in my life to deserve her, but I’m never letting her go.
She’s mine to cherish, mine to love and protect.
As soon as she’s in front of me, I pull her into my arms and breathe in her scent, letting her calm me down. She wraps her arms around me, holding me just as tightly.
She pulls back, not much because I don’t want to let her go just yet. “How did it go?” She’s searching my face with worry.
I don’t want to lie to her, so I’m going with the truth.
“We have him, and he’s in the basement, but Madison-that place was so bad.
She didn’t even have a bed, and the walls were crawling with mold.
Blade found a note from her mom telling Leo she left with another man and that he can do whatever with Bailey; she didn’t give a shit one way or another. ”
I watch as a tear slips from her eyes, and I lift my hand, brushing it away. “That poor baby.” Her voice cracks, and I hate that I even have to tell her, but I won’t keep shit from her. We are in this together.
“I know, angel, but we have her now and will give her everything that she needs in life with a loving home. She will thrive and come out stronger. Just look at her. She has all that she needs right here with a family that’s going to love her.
Hell, she even has Stone smiling.” I turn her around in my arms as we watch as she has a conversation with Stone, the man who only smiles at Savannah.
But it seems our Bailey has brought out his soft side.
“She’s going to be okay, isn’t she?” Madison says as we both watch our family.
“Yeah, angel, she will be.” I kiss the top of her head as we both walk towards the table, and I smile and look at the floor, knowing Leo is chained up just waiting for me. Yeah, she’s going to be just fine.