Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
‘shroomed n’ silent
“ T his is a fucking big deal!” Linc roared at Cyrus.
Cyrus grabbed Linc’s shirt. Linc cocked a fist, ready to punch the President in the face. That wouldn’t have bothered Cyrus though. He knew what love did to a man. Especially to an outlaw. He had seen what happened when the biker world and intense love for a woman mixed together like deadly chemicals.
“We’re going to find her right now, Linc,” Cyrus said. “I swear on my life.”
“They took her,” Linc said. “Those fucking weird guys that had Nick. I know it. They played it cool. They barley fought back at us.”
Cyrus nodded and released his hold on Linc’s shirt. Linc walked over to a safe and punched in the code. The large door opened, revealing an arsenal of weapons. For this operation Linc knew he needed to skip his motorcycle.
He started handing off some serious weaponry to Slade.
“We storm the place,” Linc said. “But we don’t shoot. In case she’s there. Got it?”
“Anything you need, VP ,” Slade said. “She’s a tough woman too. I’m sure she’s fighting back.”
“That’s what I worry about,” Linc said.
Cyrus gave his orders to Priest to round up the enforcers and the prospects. Custer and Warren were to stay behind, lock all the doors, and watch the cameras. Muffin walked into the prayer room, took his apron off and tossed it to the table. He replaced it with his leather cut.
That’s when you knew shit was serious.
“That beautiful girl needs to come home to you, Linc,” Muffin said. “I’ve got a three bean chicken chili simmering and it’ll do just fine for a few hours. When I find whoever touched that sweet girl I’m going cook them. I’m going to boil them in water and make a soup. And if someone else was involved, I’m going to make that person drink the soup of their friend.”
The thought of that made Linc’s stomach turn. Everyone knew Muffin was a sick fuck. And when he emerged from the kitchen to ride and be a true outlaw, watch the fuck out.
“We’re going right back to that shitty house?” Fitz asked.
“That’s the one,” Linc said. “That’s our first stop.”
“Darrow, keep working too,” Slade said. “Think. Make calls. Someone had to have seen something. Someone has to know something.”
Linc grabbed two illegal high powered guns and ran.
“Linc, we’ll all leave together, brother,” Monte said.
“No time,” Linc said.
He ran. Through the clubhouse. He whistled for Maggie and she grabbed a set of keys off the back wall and raced after him. She didn’t catch up to him until they were outside.
Linc placed one gun in the passenger seat. The other in the back seat. He climbed into the old pickup truck and Maggie handed him the keys.
“Please save her,” Maggie said. “I really like her a lot, Linc. She makes you happy.”
“Go serve fucking drinks and flash your tits at the old men,” Linc growled.
He started the truck and stomped on the gas pedal.
Just hold on, darling , Linc thought to himself.
I swear I’m going to find you and save you.
Linc drove the dirt road as fast as the truck allowed. He bounced all over the front seat as he gripped the wheel tight. Eyes wide. Eyes not blinking. Half wanting to drive right through the house.
He couldn’t do that. Not if Nova was inside. The brakes on the truck worked as Linc stepped on them hard. The truck skidded and stopped.
Linc grabbed the gun next to him and charged toward the house. Behind him he heard the sounds of engines. Pickup trucks and motorcycles.
Linc ran up to the front door and found it still broken from the last time they were there. The door swung open with ease. He ran through the house, noting that the dining room table was now completely empty. As was the kitchen. And the bedrooms. The bathroom.
Linc tore open every door in the house, hoping to find a basement. There was no basement in this house. The rest of the guys walked around the property, even checking two dilapidated sheds. Priest slammed the door shut so hard on one of the sheds that a corner chunk of the room fell off like a black icicle.
Slade and Deed stood and looked out to the woods. They were thinking the same thing.
What if these ‘shroomed up psychos had other cabins or sheds or something in the woods?
Slade turned his attention to Darrow then. The club wasn’t high tech but it was pretty damn good at getting what it wanted thanks to Darrow. In Slade’s mind he pictured Darrow flying drones over the woods, looking for small structures…
A window shattered and Slade pointed his gun. It was just Linc throwing a dining room table chair through a window. Linc ran through the house and out the front door. Fitz stopped him.
“Easy, brother,” Fitz said. “Where are you going to go next?”
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Linc growled.
He almost pushed Fitz down the steps. Fitz turned and jumped off the porch.
“Wherever you go, I go,” Fitz called out to Linc. “Think about what happened to you, brother. What if this is a setup?”
Linc dug his heels into the dusty gravel and spun around.
“He could be right,” Cyrus said as he walked out onto the porch. “I don’t think the fucking crazies here did anything to Nova.”
“That doesn’t help!” Linc roared. “I’m not going to sit back and wait either. I’ll kick down every fucking door in this county!”
A horn started to beep. Linc looked back and saw Darrow waving his phone out the window. Linc jumped into his pickup truck, started it, and cut the wheel. He came within inches of taking out Fitz, who reached and grabbed a rock and threw it at the truck, hitting the back window but not breaking it.
For Linc, he had a one track mind. He would burn the world down to get to Nova. He’d kill everyone in the club. He’d give up his leather cut. He’d sell his soul straight to the devil. A dust cloud blanketed behind the truck as Linc sped up to Darrow.
“I think I’ve got something, brother,” Darrow yelled to him. “One of my intel guys. Old rogue member of SS13 . He was at a bar boozing it up and heard some guy talking about a side gig. Killing a biker’s old lady!”
“Get me a name, location, everything!” Linc growled. “Fucking scum. Are they the ones who tried to kill me?”
After all this bullshit there was a good chance that Steel Streets 13 ( SS13 ) wanted to start a war with SOFRAW ? Which meant if that were true, they were following the club around. How else would they know about Nova? And Linc? Or maybe it tied back to Nick some more.
That scum fuck of a club dealt in meth and had no problem bragging about it. They loved using it. Dealing it. Making it. Linc’s head spun some more. Soon the rest of the guys were parked around Linc and around Darrow.
“ SS13 ,” Darrow said.
“I can’t wait,” Linc said. “I’ll drive right through their shitty compound and kill them all myself.”
Cyrus bellowed an order for Linc to stay. It was too late. Linc’s foot to the gas pedal of the truck was like that of a magnet. Or like the love he had for Nova. Losing her when he was eighteen was one thing.
Losing her now… that was not an option.