Chapter Twenty-two
Raider
The decision has been made, and we’re going to war with Lucifer’s Knights, and when we catch Shea, she is a dead woman.
I’d just turned my phone back on and grabbed a drink at the bar when Twitch’s call came in.
Without question, every brother in the great room saddled up and rode out with me.
We found them quickly and escorted them home.
Several of the guys went after the fuckers that were waiting outside the movie theater.
As soon as Rusher and Anastasia were safely inside the walls of the clubhouse property, I was able to verify for myself that they were safe.
Anvil comes to me with his phone stuck to his ear and an odd look on his face. “Prez, I have a call you need to hear.”
“Grab Terro, Token, and Rhino, and I’ll be right in,” he nods at my command, turning to do exactly what I asked of him.
“I died a thousand and one deaths when Twitch called me,” I whisper to her, planting my mouth on hers.
The kiss that was supposed to start out as sweet turned heated in a flash. I back Anastasia against the side of the car, letting my hand roam her luscious body. It’s not until someone clear their throat that I let her come up for air.
“Fuck, I have to go see what Anvil needs, but do not think this is over.” I kiss her hard one last time before turning to leave her there.
I find the men in Terro’s office glaring at the phone placed in the center of his desk.
“Who we got on the phone?” I ask.
“Oh, Raider, nice of you to finally join us,” Dragon pokes at me.
“Some of us have a life,” I snap back.
“That is true. So, as I was telling your lovely group here,” Dragon starts.
“I dropped a couple of gifts off at your Slaughterhouse. They should do well for you. Also, if you pull up the news, you will find that as of about twenty minutes ago there was an FBI shootout during the raid of a motorcycle clubhouse. Leaving no one that wasn’t FBI alive. It’s so very tragic if you ask me.”
“That is quite a coincidence,” Anvil deadpans.
“You and I both know I don’t believe in that. Any who, from my count, you should have a total of four patched members. That is if your men caught the two that were spying on your little family. The only thing missing then would be the Queen Bee unless you know something that I don’t,” Dragon says.
“Nope. Queen Bee is still unaccounted for,” I tell him. “Thank you for the gifts. That’s such sad news about the motorcycle club.”
“Very sad indeed,” Dragon states flatly. “Be sure to let someone know if the Queen Bee turns up.”
“Yeah, we’ll do our best.” I answer, hanging up the phone.
I glare over at Anvil. “Who the fuck is that man?”
Anvil shakes his head, grinning. “His name is Dragon because he hordes information as if it’s treasure. All I can tell you is that we served together a few times. Then he was just gone. Showing up from time to time, just like now. All you can do is appreciate that he is on our side.”
“For now,” I tell him.
“Let’s get loaded up and out to the slaughterhouse. We’ve got some gifts to process,” I tell the men in the room as I walk out.
I find Anastasia, Ainsley, Charlie, and Rusher on the coaches laughing and talking.
I stand there and watch them, my heart finally finding a normal rhythm.
I thought when Relic betrayed me and threw everything away that I would never feel whole again.
There was always going to be something missing from my life.
As I stand here watching the Ol’ Ladies and what is hopefully the first of many children sit and enjoy themselves while brothers hang around playing games and just chilling, I know Relic didn’t destroy it all.
All he did was show me what I did not want in my club.
I walk over kissing Anastasia on the top of her head.
“I need to go take care of some things. I’ll be gone until late,” I tell her.
“Everything okay?” she looks up at me with a soft smile on her face.
“Club business” is all I say. Partially because she doesn’t need to know, but mainly to see what she will do when I tell her this.
“Just come back to us,” is all she says to me.
“There is nothing in this life or the next that would keep me from coming back to you, Tasia.” I kiss her on the lips before going out to my motorcycle and heading for the slaughterhouse. It’s time for us to get this taken care of.
Most of the brothers are gone when I make it outside, so I pull on my helmet, start my bike and head out.
Pulling into the slaughterhouse, I find a car I do not recognize sitting on the other side of the line of motorcycles.
Pulling my bike into its spot, I kill the engine and go in through the side door.
Standing there talking among themselves are my brothers as well as Dragon and a man I’ve never seen before.
“Since when do we allow strangers to join the party without talking to your Prez first?” I glare between all the men, not liking having them here when the asshole just told us the FBI was involved in the removal of the scum causing us problems.
Dragon looks over at me with hand placed dramatically on his chest. “And here I thought we were at least acquaintances after everything.”
“Unfortunately, what they say about assuming things falls true here. You’re just making an ass out of you,” I deadpan.
Dragon throws his head back, giving a full belly laugh. “We’re going to be great friends.”
“I don’t have friends. I have brothers and people that work to benefit myself and the club.”
Dragon’s eyes narrow. “Noted. So, let’s be real. I told you when I returned your woman I’ve got my reasons to fucking do what I do. That’s the only reason I am here and will continue to be here until you’re done. They may just give you information that helps me with what I’ve got going on.”
I give him a nod before turning to the rest of my brothers. “Tell me what we’ve got.”
“We currently have Roxy tied to a chair freaking the fuck out anytime anyone comes into the room. We now have four friends hanging from hooks. The cuts on their backs read as follows, President, Vice President, Enforcer, and Treasurer. They’re all strung out and fucking nasty,” Anvil details.
“That doesn’t make sense. Why would Shea tie herself to men like this when she had her hooks in the cartel?
These assholes do not bring in the money a senator does.
And there isn’t a senator or bureaucrat in their right mind that would trust the likes of Lucifer’s Knights. ” Blitz’s words give me pause.
I look back at Dragon, eyebrows cocked. “He isn’t wrong. You spent time in the dungeon, so tell me how this makes sense?”
“Fifteen years ago, they weren’t this kind of club.
They were just like the rest of you one-percenters.
Then, Relic started feeding the club drugs and a promise of better if they backed Shea and their little venture.
Now here we are. The club has been decimated, and the four men in that room could be the only men that could tell you where to find the she-devil herself. ” Dragon breaks down the information.
Mercy comes through the door with a nastier scowl than normal on his face. “We need more prospects. There aren’t enough bodies at the clubhouse right now.”
I just nod because he isn’t wrong. “Once this shit is handled, we will open the club back up to hangers-on to see if we can’t get some new prospects.”
He just gives me a small nod as he goes to stand against the wall with Blender, who is vibrating with the need to act to the point that he is making us all twitchy.
Looking around at all the men. “Are there any other questions or concerns before we pay our guests a visit?”
Taking the lead, I make my way into the slaughterhouse.
I look around the room, allowing the part of myself I keep locked down free.
I stretch my neck, welcoming the need for blood and death.
The men are hanging from the hooks with their heads down as we come into the room like a pissed-off mob of very large men.
They look over at us, sneers on their faces.
“You might as well kill us. There is nothing a bunch of stupid motherfuckers that are so blinded by their own superiority they can’t see the shit in their own house can do to change it,” Convict snarls, sweat beading across his forehead.
“The plan is to eventually do just that, but you see, you and your marry band of misfits caused a lot of harm to people that mean a lot not only to the club but to us personally. In truth, the only real answer I need from you is the location of Shea Austin.” I shrug, walking over to my tray of fun little tools.
“We don’t know anyone by that name,” Convict grumbles before hanging his head. “Do your fucking worst.”
“I do love when our guests give us permission to be assholes.” I look back at the guys, who are looking around with looks of excitement.
“It just means that they will break easier and sing like they’re hoping for a goddamn Grammy.” Anvil chuckles, picking up a blowtorch.
Roxy’s eyes are wide as she watches us move around, tools in hand. Deciding on a pair of needle-nose pliers and the man with the Enforcer patch on his cut. I step up in front of him, and he doesn’t move. I reach out, tapping the pliers on his forehead.
He picks his head up, only narrowing his eyes before dropping it back down.
I look back at Blender, nodding my head in the man’s direction.
In a flash, a throwing star sinks first into his shoulder and then his thigh.
The man doesn’t do more than grunt before lifting his head, a sinister smile gracing his lips.
I turn away from him. “You can do whatever you want with the others. This man is going to be the one with the answers we need. Cut him down and lay him out on the table.”
I spin, going in Roxy’s direction, pliers still in hand. “Now, as for you. What exactly were you looking for in my office? Do not tell me it was just personal records.”
Roxy shakes her head wildly. “That’s all I know. I swear it.”
I grip the nail on her ring finger on her right hand. “Are you going to tell me what’s happening, or are you going to make this very painful?”
Tears run down Roxy’s face. “There are notes about it all. The woman, the men, the money—all of it. I knew Relic kept the files in his office at the club. Shea told me that if I got them, she would finally let me leave free and clear. I just wanted out.”
I lean in close. “The fact you thought the club would let you live after everything you did not only with Relic, but the death of Jenny and nearly getting us all killed means you're even more delusional than the rest.”
Without another word, I pull my pistol from my waist and place it on her forehead. “When you get to hell, tell Relic thanks for my club,” I pull the trigger.
The action gives me pause as hurting women isn’t something I enjoy or even want to do on a normal day.
There are times like today where the only way to clear the cancer from not only our club but that of the world is sending them one-way ticket to hell.
The men hanging from the pig hooks are now screaming and begging for their lives, while the man strapped to the table is stone.
Going over to my tools, I grab a blade, moving over to him. “I’m truly going to enjoy this because, as much as Convict over there likes to think he is the man in charge, you and I both know it was you. Which means you have all the information I need.”
He opens his eyes, turning his head to look at me. “If you believe doing away with our club, taking Shea out, and doing away with Relic is going to end the sex trafficking, then you're fucking delusional.”
“My goal isn’t to end it in whole because as long as sick fucks like you are around, there will always be sex trafficking.
All that matters to me at this very moment is that the stink of it is no longer polluting my club, territory, and hurting the people I care for.
Now let’s see how long you hold your tongue until you tell me exactly what I need to know. ”
“Do your fucking worst,” he whispers, closing his eyes.
That’s exactly what we do. By the time we’re done, there isn’t much left of the man.
When it got to where even I couldn’t stomach what needed to be done, I stepped away to let the psycho twins take over.
And like every other time they set out to get information, the person gives them everything.
As we clean up, shower, and get ready to leave the slaughterhouse, Blender and Mercy make their way out first.
“You going to just leave this mess here?” I holler at them.
Mercy stops, looks me up and down and then around the room. “You all know I don’t clean up my own messes. I’ll catch you later, Prez.”
“Fucking assholes,” I grumble, turning to help the guys clean up the absolute mess we all made of the men.
Dragon comes over to me and for the first time I see a look of concern on his face. “Did you see what those two did?”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Many times I’ve seen this. To be honest, this is tame.”
“Yeah, no.” Dragon shakes his head, walking backwards toward the door. “Anvil as great as you are, I am out of here. Those two make my skin crawl.”
Several of the brother scoff looking at him in complete disbelief.
Anvil shrugs. “Big bad Dragon scared of the psycho twins. Don’t worry. As long as Prez is around to keep Mercy in check so Mercy can keep Blender in check, then there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“The lot of you are fucking crazy. I’ll see y’all on the flip side.” He throws a hand up. “I’ll be in touch.”
A round of chuckles follows his exit before we all tuck in, getting the place cleaned up and bodies gone.