Twenty
O ne minute I was listening to the Phoenix president barking orders at his men, and the next, I heard people in the barn, and knew the call on the laptop would give away my position, so I ended the call and switched the laptop off, tucking it to the edge of the cubby I was hiding in.
Miraculously, they spotted the trap door, and dragged it open, smirking down at me like I was a mouse that two cats just found.
“Lookie what we just found.”
Rough hands dragged me out of the hole, pulling at my injured wrist, and making me scream out in pain.
“Careful, prospect, the Pres wants her useful.”
I stared imploringly at Nash, a biker who’d never been too mean to me, or too threatening, and what a world I was living in when that was my best option.
“Please, Nash, he was only defending himself. Reaper started it.”
Nash’s face tightened with anger, and he grabbed my jaw in a painful grip.
“Reaper was my best fucking friend, bitch, and if you think I don’t want retribution in blood, you’re wrong. Quite happy to bleed you both for this.”
Oh god, no! I tried to slam my knee into his groin as I pulled my face out of his grip, but he drew his fist back and punched me, dodging my kick, and I fell backward, my head crashing against the hard floor, and darkness claiming me.
S omeone was lifting me, and I felt groggy and confused, but I knew I had to fight them off. Knew I had to stop them from taking me. Who knew what they’d do to me?
“M… mmm…”
“Don’t worry, love, you’re fine.”
“Mmm… Mic…”
“Mike? Is that your fella? Don’t worry, darlin’, just rest. We’re getting help for ya.” Everything went dark again before I could respond.
Stitch
W hat the fuck happened here, because what we rode into was a fucking shitshow. After passing two downed bikers on the way in, one dead and one unconscious, we knew we were heading into a dangerous situation, but there was a woman in danger, and she had to be our priority. I slowed and parked up, when we reached some gates which must lead to the property, and my heart jumped in my chest as I heard a gunshot.
“Fuck!” I heard Has yell from his bike beside mine. Guns were a fucking complication we didn’t need. We’d had a message on our call to arms channel, giving us this address, and warning of an attack by the Rogues, and that there had been gunfire, but we had to rescue the woman before any harm came to her. Once we were all off our bikes, we started moving in, staying as close to the treeline as we could.
“You think she’s still alive?” Ry asked as he moved up beside me, and all I could do was shrug, and fucking hope.
“I see another body up ahead, no wait, there are two, and it looks like they’re civilians,” Has murmured, having moved ahead of us. Rocket was bringing up the rear, and that was it, four of us against who knew how many armed bastards.
“Sure wish we had Torch with us,” Rocket murmured from behind me, like Torch was the only one who was useful in a showdown. Fuck it, I wished he was here too, with about another ten of our guys.
“There’s the woman,” Has suddenly yelled, as he stared running along the treeline, toward the woman with three men standing over her prone form. They were all wearing cuts, and I recognised their fucking president among them. That fucker clearly fostered this kinda bullshit, and that was a reason to put them all down.
“I’ll go in and distract them, and we’ll take the fuckers down. They all die. The priority is the woman.”
As my brothers ran through bushes and shit, I backtracked to my bike, and started her up. Time to go in and talk my ass off to a guy with a gun. Fuck, let me come home to Camille after this, I’d never expected to get a lifetime with her, but I’d do anything to make that happen.
Has-Been
I couldn’t fucking think of anything except that poor woman they were standing around, but thank fuck they were still talking, and not doing anything to her. If she was alive, and I hoped like fuck that she was, we’d get her out of there before they could do her harm.
I moved past a van parked at an awkward angle beside some fallen motorbikes, thinking through our options, until a hand on my shoulder made me jump, and I spun to face my assailant, but thankfully it was just Ryder.
“VP wants us to stealth our way around behind them and take them down. He’s going in up front.” Fuck me, Stitch was going to face these fuckers? What if they just put a bullet in him?
“Jesus, Elise will kill me if anything happens to him.” Ry rolled his eyes at me and pointed out a route behind some bushes.
“Rocket is moving around the side of the house, and we’re going this way. Take down and kill, yeah? Only the woman survives, and her fella, whoever the fuck that is. Probably one of these dead ones here.”
“That one’s not dead. He just moved.”
Ry nudged me to keep moving, so we crept around the fence line between the house and a second building, which may have been a barn or something.
The rumble of Stitch’s bike caught our attention, and that of the three men, as they stepped around the woman to face him off, but I noticed the president hid his gun in his pants.
“Well, well, well… what would Phoenix MC be doing here? And their VP of all people. What an honour,” the fucker said snidely, spitting on the ground in front of him.
Stitch climbed off his ride, and strode confidently in their direction, as we moved around to approach from their rear.
“Crusher, I’m just here to see Sophie, is she around?”
The three bikers put more distance between them and Sophie, which was great for us, but not so good for Stitch. He was outnumbered if they attacked right now. I had to hope like fuck that my future brother-in-law wasn’t about to get his ass shot.
Ryder
T here was no way this was going down easily, but we had to trust that the VP had this under control, so we could do our thing. The guy who’d been shot, but apparently moved, suddenly groaned, and we used that moment of distraction to get into position behind these three, and then Has moved close enough to grab the woman, covering her mouth as he pulled her back, and took her around the side of the house.
That was one vulnerability removed, and now, essentially, we were looking at four on three, and that meant we had the edge.
“And how do you know our Sophie, huh? She better not be moonlighting, although I doubt you fuckers have the balls to try and poach our staff.” Shit, low blow. They didn’t know Stitch’s situation, but I saw him flinch at the word, before he pasted a smirk on his face.
“Wouldn’t know anything about moonlighting. She’s just a friend. You guys should probably get gone. Looks like your rides have taken a beating though. Maybe spend less time running around with guns, and more time looking after your wheels.”
“You snide fucker. You’re alone here. You really think you’re surviving this? We took down the other fucker, and that leaves you as our only loose end.” Crusher chuckled, and I hesitated as I approached him from behind, while Has was moving for the guy to his left, and Rocket for the one on his right.
“I don’t think I’ll put a bullet in ya, I kinda like the idea of painting this driveway with your blood. Boys?”
We all moved, taking his order to his men as our own, and Stitch laughed, a sharp bark of laughter, as he approached, kicking away the guns as we liberated them.
“You think I’d approach a twisted fuck like you alone? I’m smarter than you, Crusher, and that’s how I stay alive.”
Stitch cast his eyes behind us, as we held the three bastards down.
“Where’s the woman?” Has jerked his chin behind us.
“By the side there. She’s out cold, but looks otherwise okay.”
“Good, so we’ll kill these fuckers fast.” We didn’t argue, because the only good Rogues are dead ones.
Has went back to check on the girl, and we moved the dead bodies into the van that had been left unlocked on the drive. No idea if it was theirs or hers, but it was useful for now.
Next, we checked the two guys who’d been shot. Imagine my surprise when we rolled over the one who was still breathing.
“What the fuck! How the hell is he here?”
“No idea, but of course he’s behind all this shit. That must be his cut laying beside him. Is the other guy dead?” He was, and that meant we had to break the news to the poor woman that her lover was dead, but on the upside, we’d found Micro, and this time he wasn’t getting away.