Chapter 17
ROGUE
Finished with church, Cy pulls me to the side to discuss the lead he’s found on the woman in the photo. He had found her, and it just so happens to be a chick who went to high school with us. She was a cheerleader back then.
Sabrina Raymond-Walton.
Worst of all of she’s Judge Raymond’s daughter and married to fuckin’ Walton. The asshole who had tried to take us down months ago.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, looking up from the papers he’s showing me.
“Positive.” Cy nods, looking deadly. “I also looked further into Sabrina. She has a medical history of schizophrenia. She also has a son she’s named Xander Wolf Walton.”
“What the fuck?” I snarl. My vision starts turning red.
“You heard me,” Cy scoffs.
“Fuck,” I grumble and rake a hand through my hair.
With a shake of my head, I let out a harsh breath. I need to see Rebel. She deserves to know what Cy’s found.
Walking into the main room of the clubhouse, I frown, not seeing Rebel anywhere. Spotting Avery cuddled into Hammer with her son in her arms, I decide to ask her.
“Where’s Rebel?”
Avery meets my gaze and smiles. “Alanna called about twenty minutes ago. Said there was some package at the office that came in for Rebel.”
What the fuck is Alanna doing at the office on a Saturday?
“Rebel went to the office. Said she’d be right back,” Willow adds, joining the conversation.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t take that long to pick up a package and come back,” CJ mutters. “I hope she didn’t let Cheeks’ comments get to her.”
“What comments?” I demand as I pull my phone out of my pocket to call Rebel.
“Cheeks tried to tell Rebel she wouldn’t be able to satisfy your needs,” Avery says and looks to Hammer. “I may have put her in her place by slapping her.”
“Good for you, Sunshine.” Hammer chuckles, pressing a kiss to his woman’s forehead.
I pull up Rebel’s number. It goes straight to voicemail.
Shit.
“I’m gonna go check on her. Something doesn’t feel right,” I say, shoving my phone back in my pocket.
“I’ll come with you,” Cy states, from where he’d been listening to the ol’ ladies next to me.
Nodding, I head for the door. My mind is solely on getting to Rebel and making sure she’s okay.
Gunner, Bruiser, and Ruger follow without a word. This is why I love being a member of this club. No words need to be spoken for them to take a brother’s back, no matter how small or big the problem may end up being. They’re there for me—like I’m there for them.
Pulling up in front of the office, I park my bike next to Rebel’s Jeep and kick the stand down. I hop off before stalking to the doors. She better be here, is all I gotta say.
Throwing the door open, I step into the front section and come to a halt.
Oh shit.
“What the fuck?” Cy snarls, rushing past me.
“The fuck happened here?” Bruiser sneers, coming to stand next to me.
Gunner and Ruger move to help Cy.
My eyes are glued to the words on the wall behind them.
Come and find me if you can.
Glancing away from the words, I take in Alanna’s body now in Cy’s arms. She’s been hit in the head by something. Blood is caked on her head, and she’s out cold.
“We need to get her to the clubhouse,” Cy states, laying Alanna on the couch before looking at me. “You know who did this shit, don’t you Rogue?”
“Oh, I fuckin’ know. And now I’m about to make them all pay,” I growl harshly, spotting the box and move to it. I glance inside to find it filled with pictures.
Fuck. Me.
This bitch has a serious issue that needs to end.
“You take care of her. Call Prez, let him know where I’m heading.” Pivoting on my heel, I sprint for the door.
With Rebel in Sabrina’s clutches, I don’t know if she’ll make it through what’s to come next.
Swinging my leg over my bike, I start her up, back up, and head for the one place I can think of where I could find them.
Judge Raymond’s house.
In the information Cy found, part of it had showed Walton and his wife live with her father.
Times ticking, and I’m doing everything I can to stay in control of my anger. I can’t afford to lose it right now. Not yet. I gotta find my woman.
It seems to take forever driving toward Judge Raymond’s not so little home. I don’t give a damn who hears my motorcycle as I speed down the streets leading to the house. My woman’s missing, and this is the only place I can think to find her.
Parking in the driveway, I put the kickstand down and climb off. Gunner’s right behind me as I storm up to the front door. I don’t bother knocking. Instead, I kick the damn thing in. The wood splinters off the hinges.
Stepping inside, I’m assaulted with the pungent odor of death.
“Fuck, brother, what died in here?” Gunner complains.
“I don’t know, we gotta find Rebel. That’s all I’m worried about right now,” I say, stalking further into the house.
We’re met by nothing but silence throughout the house. Going up to the second floor, I peer into one room and stop short. There in the middle of a twin bed, is a decomposed corpse of what has to be a little boy. He couldn’t be more than nine years old.
“Please tell me we didn’t walk into the set of some horror flick?” Gunner snarks, eyeing the body of the corpse.
Shaking my head, I leave the room. Who the hell does this shit? Leave a kid just lying there, dead. Even worse is the way they have him laid like he’s just sleeping and not dead.
Walking out of the room, I make my way further down the hall to another room. Pushing the door open, it’s all I can do to keep from throwing up.
I don’t even bother stepping into the room. I can see the reason for the stench sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair already starting to decompose. But the body is still identifiable.
“Is that?” Gunner asks.
“Yep, that’s Walton. From the looks of it, he’s been dead for a couple months,” I say, covering my nose to block out the foul smell of decaying bodies.
“Shit. What kinda sick fuck have we walked into? This is some Carrie kinda shit here.” Gunner groans.
“Rogue, Gunner, where the hell are you?” Malice roars through the house.
“Upstairs,” I yell back and head for the last door dreading what I’m about to find. Using my foot, I kick the door slightly and gag.
Motherfucker.
You have to be some sadistic piece of shit to do that. In the middle of the room, Judge Raymond is hanging from the ceiling fan. But worse, his legs are on the floor.
“VP, you ain’t gonna want to be up here. This shit is sick,” Gunner calls out to Malice.
“I don’t need to be told. I can smell it already,” Malice says, covering his mouth.
Shaking my head, I look to my VP as he joins Gunner and me. Axe and a few other brothers are behind him. All of them looking a shade of green at the smell.
“Bitch has my woman, and they ain’t here.”
“Where else could she have taken Rebel?” Malice asks, looking behind me to see the remains of the Judge. “Damn, I was hoping to get a shot at killing the motherfucker. He’s tried many times to get me sent to prison on some mishap or another.”
“Yeah, well, it looks like his daughter is clearly out of her fuckin’ mind. I’m guessing it’s her kid in the other room that’s nothing but a corpse,” I say, shaking my head and starting for the stairs. “I gotta get out of this house before I puke.”
Stalking out of the house, I think about where the hell Sabrina would take Rebel.
Every time she’s left a message for me, it’s all but said she wants me to find her. But where? All of a sudden, it hits me—the high school.
Fuck. If I’m right, this bitch wants me to come back to where this all started ten years ago.