Chapter 11
Eleven
Shade
“Brothers, Church in session,” Demon says, hitting the gavel.
“Did you get your funds,” Diablo asks, looking around the room.
“Hell yes, oh yeah, yes,” the Brothers yell.
“I want you to think about what you’re going to do with that kind of scratch. I don’t want you to fucking waste the scratch. We don’t know if we will get the same ROI,” Diablo says, pressing his lips.
“Vegas Chapter, Prez Moose called for help. I agreed to send some Brothers to help out for a couple of weeks. Viper, Torrid, Anger, Sin, and Shark are on their way to Vegas.
Viper took Roseanna Galt, who happens to be Shade’s Old Lady sister.
Viper states that Roseanna confided that she was sent to gather information.
She’s scared and doesn’t want to do as they demand.
Diablo and I spoke with Roseanna, and we feel she’s being truthful.
The Satanic Bastards biker, Snake, is the one who’s forcing her to be with him and to come and gather information.
The motherfucker threatened to sell her to the Cartel as a sex slave.
Viper and Roseanna had an instant connection, but he wants to see if it works before taking it further. That is why he decided to take Roseanna with him on the run to Vegas. I agree that it’s best considering the situation.
But I’m fucking pissed. The motherfuckers, Satanic Bastards MC, are fucking getting bold.
They’re sending girls to gather information.
We don’t know how many fucking moles are amidst the MC.
We have to control the number of bitches that come into the clubhouse; in fact, I think that we’re not allowing any hang arounds until further notice.
I don’t see it as beneficial to have hangarounds in our business. That stupid tradition needs to go.
The Brothers can fuck the club whores or go to the strip club. Plus, you can always meet a bitch and make her your Old Lady,” Demon growls, looking at us.
“Keep up the scouting for the fuckers,” Diablo hisses.
“Brothers, Church is over. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon growls, pumping his fist.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers shout, pumping their fists.
I push off the chair, in a fucking hurry to get to Roxy. She’s off and at the apartment packing up.
“Killer, let’s go,” I say, walking out of the secured area.
I pull out my cell to call Roxy, but she isn't picking up.
I text the Brothers Menace, Torque, and Manic to meet at the MC cage. The black van that we use for runs. We’re going to move all of her stuff from the apartment.
I call Roxy again, and it goes to voicemail. I leave a voicemail. My chest tightens, and I don’t like this feeling in my gut.
I don’t like this.
“Shade, why are you in a hurry,” Killer asks, walking next to me.
“Fuck! Roxy has been off for a while, and she’s not picking up my call.
I don’t want her alone at the apartment, especially after learning about the Satanic Bastards and Roseanna.
Roxy told me that Roseanna asked her to come here with her.
Roxy doesn’t know anything about the motherfuckers or MC life.
I need to get to her,” I say, walking out of the clubhouse.
“Fuck! Let’s hurry,” Killer says.
Menace, Torque, and Manic are waiting for us at the van.
“Let’s get gone,” I say, getting into the passenger seat.
Killer climbs into the back with Manic.
Menace pulls out of the parking space, out of the clubhouse, and onto the street.
I don’t know why I have a bad feeling about Roxy being alone at the apartment.
I stare out the windshield, tapping my fingers on the door trim.
“Shade, calm down,” Killer says.
“Fuck! Hell, I need to get to Roxy. Menace, go around the cars,” I growl, gathering my bros.
A couple of minutes later, we turn onto her street. I see the fucking bikes parked.
“Look at the bikes,” Menace growls.
“Oh, hell no! The motherfuckers are here,” I say, opening the door.
“Brother, hold on,” Manic yells.
I take off running; my heart is pounding. A fucking huge biker is hurting Roxy.
I pull out my fucking Glock from behind my back!
My blood boils, and I don’t think twice. I fucking shoot the fucker that’s kicking Roxy in the leg.
He falls onto the ground, yelling. The fucker tries to crawl, and I shot his other leg.
“Brother, we’re going after the fuckers run,” Killer shouts.
Menace goes with Killer to grab the two running bastards.
“Don’t fucking move motherfucker,” Manic laughs. “Drop to your knees and put your hands on your head.
Manic points his gun at a skinny fucker.
“Tie up the bastards,” I say, kneeling on the ground.
“Roxy,” I say, moving my hands around her body before I move her.
Torque grabs the motherfucker arms and pulls them back, using the plastic ties.
“Get the fuck up,” Torque growls, pulling the biker.
“I can’t fucking walk,” Biker shouts.
“It sounds like it’s your fucking problem,” Torque growls.
Killer and Menace return with the two motherfuckers.
“We got them,” Killer says.
“Let’s get them in the cage, shut them up, and let’s get gone,” I growl.
I gather Roxy into my arms and walk to the van. I get into the seat, and the Brothers throw the fuckers in the back.
Torque, Killer, and Menace gag and tie up their legs.
“Brother, hurry,” I growl.
“We’re going to lock the motherfuckers up,” Manic says.
“Hurry,” Killer says, looking at Menace. “I called Prez to have Slash ready.”
“Thanks, Brother,” I say, looking at Roxy.
She looks pale, and she’s out. Her face is bruised and turning black and deep purple.
The drive back to the clubhouse was a fucking haze. I get out of the van before with Roxy and run into the clubhouse.
“Open the door,” I yell.
My Brother Killer enters the code and opens the door.
I run into the secured area to the medical area. Slash rushes over with the bed gurney, and I place her on it.
“Put her on the gurney,” Slash says and rolls her to a room.
“Brother, please, please take care of her,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Shade, calm down. Slash will take care of her,” Pixie says, holding my arm.
My chest is fucking tight, my eyes burn. I want to fucking cry, but I can’t.
I’m a fucking Satan Warrior!
I walk over to stand at the door, watching Slash examine her.
I swallow the knot in my throat and cross my arms.
“Pixie, get the ultrasound machine,” Slash says, looking at her eyes.
“Why won’t she wake up,” I ask.
“When you get hit in the face, the brain goes into a frenzy and shuts down. She should wake in a few,” Slash says. ”Everyone is different.”
Slash examines her limbs and torso. Pixie connects the ultrasound machine, and Slash examines her organs.
Finally, after what seems like forever, Slash looks at me.
“Roxy will wake when she’s ready. The bastard hit her hard; her face is bruised and swollen. She has two fractured ribs and several soft tissue injuries. She’s going to have pain, tenderness, and swelling. I will give you some medication to help her with the pain,” Slash says.
“Thanks,” I say, nodding.
“I want to have her stay here so I can monitor until she wakes up,” Slash says.
“Okay, I’ll stay here with her,” I say, rubbing my neck.
“Have a seat,” Slash says, nodding.
The next day.
“Beau,” Roxy says in a low voice.
I push off the chair and take her hand.
“I’m right here, Baby. Don’t move, you’re hurt,” I say, kissing her so softly.
“Beau, that vicious biker hurt me,” Rosy says, looking at me through her swollen eyes.
“Shush, don’t worry about the fucker. We’re taking care of him,” I say, holding her hand.
“Oh, you are? He can’t hurt me or Roseanna? The biker wants Roseanna and told me to tell you that time is ticking. Do you know what that means,” She asks, gasping. “He said that if Roseanna didn’t show, he would take me as payment and sell me to the Cartel to be used as a sex slave. I’m so scared.”
“Baby, he will not hurt you anymore, and don’t worry about anything he said,” I say, kissing her knuckles.
“Ohh, okay. Thank you,” she says, in a low voice.
I watch her fall asleep.
“Brothers, Church is in session! We have the motherfuckers, Satanic Bastards MC in the pit. The motherfuckers will not break. We’re still working them, and sooner or later, they will start talking! I’m thrilled that we have four fuckers after so long of chasing them,” Demon growls.
“Prez, Roxy informed me that the fucker wants Roseanna back, and to tell me that time is ticking. They threaten to take Roxy as payment and sell her to the Cartel as a sex slave,” I say, grinding my molars.
“That’s not fucking going to happen,” Diablo growls, fisting his hand.
“Slash, make sure that the fuckers don’t die until we get the information out of them,” Demon says, tapping his fingers on the table.
“Will do,” Slash says, nodding.
“We have to be on high alert! These fuckers will not stop, and I don’t want any Brother or Old Lady hurt,” Demon says. “Church is over! Brothers, Satan’s Warriors power.”
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, pumping their fists.