20. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Wolf
My dick aches like a motherfucker as I slam out of the door. I have to remind myself of the hell her life has become because my girl doesn’t deserve any more anger.
However, I’m not used to being cock blocked and now I need to find something to take this aggression out on. Stifling a groan, I adjust my cock before mounting the bike.
It’s better this way. She’s got to be sore, and I didn’t exactly give her a choice. I made good on my promise, and I don’t regret it. Lillith Abernathy is mine.
Shit, I can still feel her skin as I gripped that ass and slid home. If I were a religious man, I’d say that angels fucking sang when I made her orgasm, again and again.
Thank fuck she doesn’t understand what she does to me because I shudder to think of what I might do if she asked. I’m so fucking screwed, but I don’t care.
I’ll take what she’s willing to give until the end, when she comes to her damn senses and walks away.
My throat burns at the thought, and I consider fucking her so good she never does but I know it’s only a matter of time. She doesn’t belong in my world and eventually she’ll realize it.
Groaning at the thought, I roll onto the highway relaxing as soon as I hit the gas.
As much as I’d like to hole up with Lilli, I need to figure out why the sheriff is all up in our business, or at least more than usual right now.
Beyond that, Danny called and left me a message. He didn’t say much but I’m curious if he has information about the sheriff or the Aces.
With that in mind, I head in their direction. I need the sheriff to turn his attention away from the Saints and Lilli, before she gets hurt, dammit.
I knew the Abernathy’s would be a pain in my ass and with their affiliation to the sheriff, it was only a matter of time before he got involved.
That fucker’s got a hard on for the Saints, even though we generally steer clear of his granddaughter, despite my right to see my sister.
Thoughts of my dad and what might have happened to him bounce around in my brain as I roll down the lane again and stop before the house.
Danny’s car is gone. It’s unnaturally quiet. The door to the house stands open and a single shoe lies on the porch.
Where’s the other fucking shoe?
After parking my bike, I slowly ascend the steps and stop at the door. Pushing it open with my boot, I glance right and then left before cautiously stepping inside.
To the right, I pass what was probably once a parlor, empty of anything but a single chair against the wall. On the left is another room with a crystal chandelier overhead but since the room is empty, I can only assume it’s the dining room.
My boots ring out on the wood floor, and I pause, cocking my head. There’s no fucking sound beyond my breaths and I exhale slowly to relieve some of the tension in my neck.
Where’s Rose?
Bypassing the stairs. I pass a bathroom before stopping in the kitchen. Dirty dishes line the sink and when I open the refrigerator, I spy a handful of groceries.
When I look out the window toward the back of the property, nothing but a tattered flag on a pole, flaps in the wind.
This property abuts the forest, and I scan the trees before turning.
At the base of the stairs, I look up, but nothing stirs. Although it’s not ideal, I avoid carrying a weapon with me during the day. With Rose’s family being cops with a hard-on for us Castro brothers, it’s a risk I try not to take.
Now, I’m regretting it as I wipe my brow on my sleeve and pause at the landing. Three rooms, all the doors open, thank fuck.
The first two rooms are bare of furniture and when I reach the third, I find where I presume Danny and Rose slept. The sheets and comforter are at the end of the bed. There’s a single lamp on the bedside table.
Since the shades are closed, I turn on the light as I step inside. A few stray articles of clothing are piled in the corner with the remainder hanging in the closet or folded and placed on the built-in shelves.
Except for that fucking shoe and the door being open when I arrived, there’s nothing to indicate anything happened here. Still, I can’t ignore the tingle that creeps down my spine. Something did.
The question is…what? And where’s my fucking sister?
Joker is waiting for me when I arrive at the clubhouse. I’m expecting him to try and talk me out of it, which is why I’m surprised when he says, “Sent Hand and Romeo over to your Ma’s.”
“Thanks,” I say, meeting Duke’s stare as Joker slaps me on the back.
“What now?” he says, and I close my eyes. I don’t fucking know. Danny was slippery enough to find the first time.
Where would he go and if he didn’t go willingly, who took him? It could be the Smokin’ Aces but the only reason to take someone rather than leave a dead fucking body is collateral. Are the assholes hoping to bargain for my sister’s life?
Before I can respond, fighting the itchy feeling cascading across my skin, Jersey says, “I know where Spyder is.”
Spyder is the Smokin’ Aces Sergeant at Arms. A weaselly little fucker who enjoys messing with girls for the sole purpose of feeding off their pain. The man makes my already itchy skin crawl.
“How?” I ask. I would hate to think Jersey is the mole in our midst, but I can’t bury my head in the sand over sentiment. Before today, I would have said that I trust him with my life but now, I don’t know who to fucking trust beyond my brother, Joker, and Maddox.
Jersey eyes me knowingly and says, “I know a girl…she called me when he showed up at a party last night.”
A girl…okay. It’s better than anything I’ve got. “Where?” I say and Jersey smiles.
It’s not a sweet or happy smile. Nope, it's the mark of a man who lost his soul to the dark side a long time ago.
“He’s banging his side piece. Let’s go.”
With that, I find myself staring at a rundown trailer across town while Joker, Duke, and Jersey flank me. We haven’t heard from Romeo and Hand, which is not surprising because our mother is anything but cooperative when it comes to the MC. Would she risk Rose though?
Thankfully, this fucking trailer is in a remote area, surrounded by nothing but trees because I’m not feeling particularly sly. This bastard is mine and I’m going to beat the shit out of him until he tells me where I can find my sister.
If that doesn’t work, well, Jersey can pull out the fucking blow torch and burn his balls off.
“Easy does it,” Joker says, and I glare at him sideways. Shaking his head he says, “There could be more than Spyder and his woman in there.”
I pity the female who entertains a monster such as Spyder because his predilections run toward the macabre, but I don’t comment as Jersey pulls a gun from his back and quietly slides a bullet into the chamber.
Joker nods to me, holding his own piece and I silently sigh as I approach the door. I grabbed my gun while we were at the compound, and I pull it out as we step onto the porch.
Jersey sidles up next to the window and peeks inside. Duke flanks my back while Joker stands on the other side of the door.
“Clear,” Jersey says, and Joker kicks it down. It's flimsy wood and busts under his huge ass feet but even if it weren’t, I’ve never seen a door that could withstand his strength.
As soon as we enter, we spread out, arms raised and guns ready. Spyder looks up, his face twisted into a grimace. There’s not much he can do since he’s naked under that sheet and I hold back a wince when I get a good look at the girl tied to the bed.
Her glazed eyes stare at the wall with her mouth opened in a silent cry. Purple bruises paint her skin, some days old while others appear fresh. Her dirty blonde hair lies tangled around her head.
Jersey pulls the sheet free, while Spyder eyes us with a deranged smile and my stomach churns.
“What the fuck?” Duke whispers.
Even Jersey makes a choking sound as Spyder pulls from her bruised body, still erect, and sits on his ass. I’ve seen some weird shit in my day but goddamn if this doesn’t take the cake. What kind of sick fuck do you have to be to get off on a woman who’s so out of it, she’s practically a fucking a corpse?
Spyder licks his lips, his eyes all shifty as he glances around. Jersey points his gun at the asshole’s head and says, “Please fucking do, you psycho piece of shit.”
I glance at him sideways hoping he doesn’t blow this fucker’s brains out before we get any information. Jersey’s focused on Spyder and I see the tic in his jaw as his finger taps the trigger. Maybe it's the woman who clearly didn’t enjoy Spyder’s actions. Maybe it’s Spyder’s arrogant as fuck grin but something has the normally cool and composed Jersey on edge.
After ensuring the back rooms are clear, Joker reappears and rounds the bed, his mouth twisting.
Spyder leans back, his dick still disturbingly erect, and says, “What? You should try it.”
Shaking his head, Joker says, “I'll pass.”
With a shrug, Spyder props himself on his arms, crosses his ankles, and says, “What can I do for you boys?”
Duke shuffles forward but I tilt my head, and he stops. Of course, Spyder is too observant to miss the cue, and he looks at Duke and says, “What’s a prospect doing here? Why, I’m insulted. Or maybe he’s just your little fuck boy?”
Thankfully, Duke does not rise to the bait but it’s a near miss for me when Spyder meets my gaze and says, “Oh right, that’s your brother. How’s your baby sister these days?”
“You’re walking a real thin line,” Jersey says and Spyder turns to him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You think you’re badass because you fuck helpless women. Well, I’m the motherfucking messiah of death, fucker and you just signed up for a whole lotta pain.”
Spyder’s smile fades and he moves to the edge of the bed before planting his feet on the floor. My spine tingles and I back up a step as Spyder turns to Joker and says, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Oh, believe me, fucker. I’ve been waiting for this too,” Joker grunts before whipping his gun around.
“No!” I shout but it's too late. Thank god, the bullet only tears through his arm before Spyder slumps to the side, the gun hidden beneath his thigh revealed.