Chapter 24
KILLA
I take another drag of my cigarette as I wait for the prison escort and prisoner van to approach.
Nothing.
Not a damn thing.
It’s been over two hours of waiting in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, and not a damn vehicle has passed us by.
“It’s fuckin’ cold,” Abs grumbles. Again. For the millionth fucking time. He places a hand on his chest. “Have a weird feelin’ out here too.”
Truth be told, these woods in the Valley give me the fucking creeps, but not as much as knowing that sick bastard is on the same stretch of road that leads to my woman. I want him as far away from here as possible. Still, this move was the best solution all around. Until it wasn’t.
Until right fucking now, when there’s not a headlight in sight and we’re literally sitting ducks, waiting with our frozen asses for the pigs to head our way.
The five of us are on the side of road, while four remain two miles back, being led by Venom.
Not a message from any of them to say the convoy is approaching, despite the fact Hunter told us he would let us know the moment the van would lose communication as it passed through the deepest part of Trent Valley toward us.
“This place gives me the fuckin’ creeps,” Abs says again.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he would never have made it as a fully pledged member, but the little shit is as loyal as they come and Unholy blood runs through his veins.
He just likes to voice his opinions too much.
The boy is still young, his balls probably only recently dropped.
“Shut the fuck up,” Warrior snaps in his direction. “Got no goddamn balls,” he snipes out.
“Place is more dead than a morgue.” Abs throws his head back on a laugh and slaps an unimpressed Morgue on the back. “Right, Morgue?”
Morgue simply grunts in return.
“Text ’em again.” I flick my cigarette toward the phone in Warrior’s hand, just missing it, and his eyes drill into mine in warning.
“Do we even have a signal?” Abs asks with a huff, blowing on his hands while bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Warrior pinches the bridge of his nose and stares up toward the sky. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ. How many times do I have to tell ya? It’s like a fuckin’ walkie-goddamn-talkie, don’t need a cellphone signal.” He shakes the phone in his hand.
“Sounds dumb to me,” Abs says.
“Like your fuckin’ comments. Bitchin’ about bein’ cold. Now button it before I have Slash do us all a favor and cut your fuckin’ tongue out!” Warrior snaps.
“Someone needs to get fucked,” Abs adds, and I wince, knowing he’s pushing his luck.
The phone illuminates in the darkness, and my spine snaps straight as Warrior fumbles to answer the call.
“What the fuck?” He begins to pace, and anger ignites my veins with each step while his gaze remains locked on the ground, avoiding my eyes.
“Are you sure?” Everyone steps forward in an attempt to grasp what’s happening, while I remain frozen in place.
Something is wrong, something is very wrong. I can feel it.
The cold breeze hits my face, and the chill whips down my spine, reminding me of our vulnerable position on a dirt road, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere.
“Should we go to the scene?” My eyes narrow in on him. What the hell is happening? “Why the fuck not?” Warrior shouts. His shoulders slump before he glances toward me and back down at the ground. My temple twitches while I wait for him to end the call. “Okay. Understood.”
As soon as he ends the call, I step forward and open my mouth to ask him what’s happening, but he holds up his hand. “We need to head back to the clubhouse.”
“Why?” I snap.
“I don’t know why,” he grits out, and spits on the ground, then levels me with a commanding stare. “Savage says to head back, so we head back.”
Just what the fuck is going on?
“What else did he say?” I bite out, pissed that he knows more than what he’s letting on.
His chest heaves and he exhales loudly. “All I know is, the convoy never made it to Trent Valley.”
My body coils. That could mean anything, and he damn well knows it too, given the guilty look he throws my way.
“So, he’s still in lockup?” Slash asks, but I already know the answer, I feel it in my gut, just like I can feel Alisha is out there somewhere too.
“Don’t know, brother,” Warrior states, but looks right at me, and that look tells me everything I need to know.
He’s not in lockup.
He’s out there somewhere.
I glance around at the woodland. The darkness that surrounds us, and a feeling of being watched creeps into my senses.
That sick fuck is out there somewhere, and we’re what feels like a billion miles away from my girl and son.
“Savage has got them, brother.” Warrior slaps me on the shoulder and squeezes, and I gift him a nod. Struggling to hide the emotion bubbling inside of me, I shake him off and head toward my hog, never feeling so strongly to return to the clubhouse before.
Return to them.
They’re going to need me more than ever before, or maybe it’s me who needs them. Something I know for sure is that there’s one sick, deranged motherfucker lurking out there, and when I find him, I’m going to make him pay for every sin he ever committed.