Chapter Four #2
“I’ve already messaged the psychotic brothers. They’re staying close just in case,” he tells me, eyes scanning everything around us.
Shocked, my head snaps in his direction. “When the fucking hell did you do that?”
Anvil smirks. “When the call came in, my instincts went on high alert, telling me that shit is about to go very fucking sideways.”
“Motherfucker. Let’s get this shit done,” I growl.
Anvil says nothing else, just slides out of the van.
We meet at the back of the van, pulling the doors open and gathering the items we need to do the job at hand while Remedy and Satchel do the same.
As we make our way towards the building, the giant of a man standing at the door just nods. Until we’re all inside.
“Penthouse,” he rumbles as we load onto the service elevator.
“Should a couple of us just wait for the next one?” Remedy asks, sounding nervous.
“No, we go all at once,” the suit man demands.
“But-but do you see all that?” Remedy cries, waving a hand up and down everyone’s whole person.
I fight the grin trying to break across my face, watching as Anvil and Satchel are doing the same.
“Get on the damn elevator,” our new friend growls, unamused.
“What if we’re overweight? What if we get stuck?” Remedy starts pacing back and forth. “I’m claustrophobic. I can’t be stuck in there with all of you assholes and our stuff. Come on, Prez, you can’t make me do it.”
His pacing continues, and Remedy is getting more and more worked up, talking all kinds of nonsense. The longer it goes on, the more frustrated and annoyed the big man gets and the closer and closer we all get to absolutely losing our shit.
He finally stops pacing and turns to us. “It’s just too much. I can’t fucking do it, and you can’t fucking make me.” And like the overgrown man-child he is, he crosses his legs, plopping down in front of the elevator.
We all fucking lose it, bending at the waist laughing. We’re in the middle of cleaning up and covering the ass of a senator and sitting in the middle of a back hallway in an upscale hotel is a very large biker throwing a tantrum. I finally get my shit together and lean back against the wall.
“You have two options.” I glare down at him. “You either get on this elevator, or you climb—I think I counted fifteen stories.”
“Twenty,” the not amused newcomer corrected.
“Thank you, twenty stories of stairs before the elevator gets to the top. Warning though if you don’t make before we do, you will do all the clean-up with the two prospects after the party tonight.”
Remedy’s eyes narrow before he huffs and stands. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
“I’m aware. Now let’s get this shit done.” I pat him on the back as the doors are closed, and we start our way up.
The longer we’re in the elevator, the quicker Remedy’s breathing gets. The elevator comes to a halt with a jarring clang.
“Ahah … Get me the fuck out of here! We’re all going to die! I told you that this was a bad motherfucking idea, you fucking assholes!” Remedy screams, his pitch so high I swear he could shatter glass.
When the doors open, we all stumble out laughing so hard we’re holding onto the walls to keep from falling onto our knees.
Remedy does fall to his knees, bowing and praising every god he knows for being alive.
I lay my head back on the wall, catching my breath and realizing that I don’t remember the last time I laughed like this.
I look at Satchel and Anvil, who are wiping away their tears of laughter.
This job needs to be done ASAP so we can get to the party.
“Let’s get this done. We’ve got a party to get to.” I’m finally able to breathe.
We pull ourselves together, grabbing all our equipment, and follow the very stoic man down the back hallway.
He places a key card on the sensor by the door, pushes it open and waves us through.
I step into an over-the-top kitchen completely encased in bright white marble.
I can see all the way across the room to a solid wall of windows.
On the right is a large living room. The place looks as if no one had ever stepped foot into it.
“Prez, I’m confused. What the fuck are we doing here?” Remedy wonders as he slides his finger across the marble Island.
Just as he finishes speaking, the sound of dress shoes on the marble floor catches our attention. The man who comes into the kitchen is polished with a sense of superiority that he believes he holds. He looks up, sees us standing there and scowls.
“Where the hell have you been? I called you nearly an hour ago. We’ve got to be on the road, and at this rate, we’re going to have to book this room for another damn night,” he bites out, frustration bleeding through every syllable.
“We’re here now. At this rate, I’m not seeing that you need our services?” I drawl, annoyed with the situation at hand.
He throws a thumb over his shoulder. “Problems in there! Just make sure there isn’t any sign that anything fucking happened here like every time before.”
Annoyed because this man is getting beyond careless with his actions.
If he keeps it up, I’ll have enough dirt on both the senator and his lackey that the club will be able to get away with anything and everything.
Standing to my full height, I cross my arms over my chest and level my glare on the much smaller man.
“Seeing as this would be the third call in less than six months, our price has tripled,” I tell him.
The words are like shards of glass. Disgust, contempt, and pure rage at the fact that we’re here doing this again are nearly impossible to swallow.
I have to remind myself that every time we do this, it’s for the things we use to get us what we want and need across the state.
His eyes come up from the phone in his hand for only a split second. “Whatever it takes and costs to get the job done.”
“Show us the way,” I move toward the hallway.
He turns on his heels without another word.
The brothers and I follow him down the hall to a massive bedroom with an even larger bed in it.
I stop in the doorway, looking around the room.
Like every other time we’ve come in to clean up this kind of mess, the room is destroyed, and lying in the middle of the bed, arms and legs stretched out wide, is a nude woman.
A nudge at my elbow breaks my concentration on the scene.
“Prez, gloves and booties,” Anvil hands me the items.
Slowly, we step into the room to go over everything.
Remedy makes his way over to the bed, carefully leaning over the body to check and verify that the woman is dead.
He places his fingers on the side of her very bruised neck.
He stands there, seeming to hold his breath as he checks her for a pulse.
Remedy stands there, moves his hand away before pressing it back to the side of her neck.
He sucks in a sharp breath before leaning down, putting his ear to her nose.
Remedy turns back, shock written all over his face. “She’s alive.” He doesn’t say it any louder than a whisper.
“Are you fucking sure?” Anvil rushes across the room to them.
Anvil puts a hand on the other side of her neck at the same time Remedy takes his fist and runs his knuckles up and down her sternum roughly until she gasps and shifts under him. I step forward, closing the door behind me in case the assholes working for the senator are close by.
Remedy looks back at me. “We’ve got to get her the fuck out of here. I don’t have any idea what she’s had or what that’ve done to her.”
Satchel moves, laying out the plastic we brought to take the body out with. Reaching down, I help him as Remedy and Anvil work to keep the girl alive.
“We need you here now,” Anvil snaps.
Looking up, I find him on the phone with who I can only assume is Mercy. I stand to my full height, then open the door and step out into the hallway, checking the placement of the senator’s men. As I make my way up the hallway, I find the big man standing at the kitchen island with a phone in hand.
“That place is a fucking mess. We’ve called in two guys to help us,” I say to him as I make my way across the room. “You mind meeting them and bringing them up to us?”
“I don’t work for you,” he growls, looking up at me with a glare. “You know how to make your way there and back.”
Frustration rises in me hard and fast. “If I recall, it took a motherfucking key card to get us in here. So unless you plan to hand that over, you’re going to have to do it.”
We stand there eyeing each other until he sighs, turning and making his way to the door that leads to the hallways.
Turning, I go back into the room to find Remedy and Anvil, who seem to be rushing around the girl with half-open eyes.
Remedy is talking to her softly, trying to keep her calm and quiet.
“The giant went to meet our brothers. If she’s half-awake, how are we going to get her wrapped in the plastic and out of here without her losing her shit?” I ask my brothers as I make my way around the room.
“I don’t fucking know. We can’t give her anything because I don’t fucking know what she’s already had. Prez, we can’t fucking leave her for them to finish her off.” Remedy’s words hold an undertone of stress and concern.
“When Mercy and Blender get here, we’ll come up with a plan to get her out of here safely. You just make sure that she stays alive.” I make sure my voice holds reassurance that I don’t truly feel in my gut.
I glance back at Satchel. “While we wait for the others, let’s get things started. Whether or not she lives, we will still need to get things cleaned up and the evidence gathered.”
He and I work in silence while Anvil and Remedy work in tandem to keep the woman in the bed breathing. I’m in the process of wiping the desk off when there are two sharp knocks on the bedroom door. Satchel goes over, pulls the door open and steps back to let Mercy and Blender come through the door.
“Anvil said you need us.” Blender’s voice is clipped and eyes hard. The perpetual irritation carved into his features.
“On your way up, did you see anyone?” Anvil questions as he wraps a bandage around the girl’s arm.
Mercy looks around, then at the girl. “Just the assholes that met us at the door.”
“Did you see any cameras?” A thought is starting to take hold.
“It would seem this hotel doesn’t want anyone to know who is coming in and out of the back hallways.” Mercy shrugs, leaning on the wall seeming to be bored.
“Would you boys like to cause some havoc?” I toss at them as I collect a couple more pieces of hair.
“Isn’t that the only reason you keep us around?” Mercy deadpans.
“Fair point.” I nod. “We need the big guy out of the way so we can get this woman out. She would probably lose her shit if we tried wrapping her in plastic.”
“You got it, Prez.” Mercy stands from the wall. “Come on, brother, it is time to share some of your toys.”
Blender doesn’t say a word. He just turns and opens the door, marching out. It doesn’t take five minutes before Mercy comes back in, smirking at us.
“He’s down. You boys have another small mess to take care of. We’ll see you back at the clubhouse. I have a party and a woman to join.” Mercy waves as he turns, walking out the door without a backward glance.
“Fuck me, those assholes really have some serious fucking issues,” Remedy murmurs, watching their retreating forms.
“Tell me something I don’t know. We need to get moving before anyone returns,” I tell them.
Remedy reaches down, scooping up the semi-conscious woman and holding her to his chest. She groans but doesn’t move or make any other sound.
Anvil steps out of the room first, gun drawn and at the ready.
Remedy is right behind him with me following them for cover if need be.
We make it to the mouth of the hallway to find the big bodyguard lying face down on the island.
Slowly we move out of the room as one. Our group makes it down the hallway, onto the elevator, through the back door, and to the vans without a single problem. Remedy steps into the van, laying the woman down in the back while keeping a hand on one of her pulse points.
“You two get her the fuck out of here. Satchel and I will do what needs to be done here,” I tell them as Anvil climbs out of the van and slams the doors.
“You got it, Prez. We’ll be in touch.” Anvil slaps me on the shoulder as he turns to climb into the van.
I watch them drive off before going back into the hotel to get the job done. I need a drink, some good food, and a willing pussy to clear the past that’s trying to pull me under.