Chapter Six #2
I’m sworn by my club, and they’ll always have my loyalty above all else, but I won’t be giving them this information on her.
Instead, I continue my deep dive, sticking to what’s readily available, what Chaos is expecting, and what we need to know to move forward.
I copy all the major facts about Sienna and her brother, Maddox, who we know as Saint, where they were born, raised, and went to school.
I pull anything and everything, keeping the private facts to myself like little puzzle pieces of her that I can hide away.
I know she’s never had a boyfriend after what happened to her, and I don’t know whether that is her decision or Saint’s, but I’d wager it’s probably his doing.
It’s exactly how Rogue treated his sister, Lena, and how any of my other brothers would treat their little sisters.
Like they’re made of glass. But I get the sense that Sienna isn’t the fragile glass made from a storm.
She is the fucking storm; she just may not know it yet.
If I had the opportunity, Sienna would see her strength and realize what a fighter she already is. And I’d be the one to show her.
Days go by, and my burner phone stays silent.
Every hour that passes, I get more and more restless.
My head wars with the worst-case scenario, that she’s with Cain, and all the terrible things he could be doing to her.
Then I flip, pissed off that the one lead at more information for finding Garrett’s whereabouts is slipping through my fingers, and I’m letting the club down.
I sit reclined in my chair, a cigarette between my fingers, listening to Chaos practically abandon this lead, ready to search for a new one.
“They aren’t our problem. Our goal is to get retribution for Rolo’s death. That means finding that piece of shit, Garrett. That’s our focus.”
I can’t believe Chaos is seriously considering not helping them.
It doesn’t help my fucking case that neither Sienna nor her brother has reached out to me.
Now I’m sitting here looking like a fucking madman arguing to help some goddamn strangers and only going off of a hunch and some basic information.
“We need to take the fight to them. You didn’t hear how terrified she was, Chaos.
And she’s just one person. Autumn Bay is a small town, just like Amberwood, and they’re running it into the ground, controlling everyone by terrorizing the people who live there.
You heard that prospect, they aren’t feeding their men!
What do you think they’re doing to the women?
We can’t just stand by knowing what we know now.
” What do you think Cain has done to fucking Sienna?
What he could be doing right fucking now.
I bounce my knee, taking another long drag of my smoke.
I’m always cool and collected, but every day, a creeping anxiety has wound its way through me, tightening its grasp.
I’m on edge, and I can’t take much more of this.
I don’t know what it is about this girl that has me so wound up. I just need to know she’s okay.
“No offense, Wrath, you’re a good man, but I’ve never seen you feel so strongly before.
You know what you’re asking goes deeper than just retribution for Rolo’s murder.
Going after another club, whether they deserve it or not, is a big deal.
And we’ve taken hit after hit for too long now.
” Trust me, brother, I fucking know. But I’m going on pure instinct here, and something tells me she’s the key.
“You didn’t see the fear in her eyes.”
I watch as each man in the room lets my words fall over them. The Hell’s Heathens have always stood up for what’s right. We protect those who can’t protect themselves, and we make damn sure that no woman has to live in fear.
“We don’t have anything solid to go off of, Wrath.
Get me more concrete information. Where’s their compound?
How many men? Weapons? Who are they aligned with?
You and Sin work on getting it together, and then we’ll talk.
We all want vengeance for Rolo’s murder, but not at the risk of our lives.
Not like this. We do it smart, just like we always have.
” All the shit I was hoping to already have before coming in here.
Chaos storms off, Saige jogging to catch up to him.
My knee bounces as I look down at the burner phone in my lap, willing it to go off.
We need to get vengeance for Rolo, and I need to know she’s safe.
Come on, sweetheart, give me something. Anything.
A hard slap pats my back, and I shrug him off, not wanting to be fucked with right now. “Good news is that we’ve at least got a solid lead,” Malice says.
“And if we don’t hear from her brother? Saint?”
“We find a different way, just as we always do. You get a legal name?”
I’m no liar, so I’m grateful for the moment that Sienna only gave me her first name, because I don’t want anyone here, Malice especially, looking into her and finding what I did.
With no last name, he wouldn’t bother. The club doesn’t need the details of what happened to Sienna, and I want to protect her privacy, even if I invaded it.
I shake my head. “Just her first name. She wouldn’t tell me more than that, and I didn’t want to press.
” I run my hands through my slicked-back hair.
It’s not a habit I have, but I need something to do with my damn hands.
Is she okay? Did they somehow find out she spoke to me?
I’m sure news traveled that bikers were on the edge of town, that close to their territory.
There’s no way she ratted us out, she was way too fucking terrified.
An image of the scars on her body flashes behind my eyes, and I have to swallow hard.
“How can anyone hurt an innocent woman?” I say out loud without meaning to.
“I don’t know how to answer that, but I do know I look forward to the day I can teach them a lesson.”
“You and me both, brother.” Malice’s phone vibrates a moment later, and he pulls it out, looking down at it like a fucking fool. He’s been distracted lately, and I know it’s because he’s got his sights on the pretty little mortician he met while setting up Rolo’s funeral service and burial.
“I’m heading out, you good here?” he asks.
“Yeah. I’m gonna tap into some contacts I’ve got, work with Sin on getting this shit figured out. Tracker on?”
“Tracker off.”
“Mal. You can’t stalk her.”
“I can and I will. Now, good day, sir.”
Whatever. Not my problem today. Malice would never hurt someone innocent, so I’m willing to look past his stalking.
Even if he refuses to acknowledge that’s exactly what he’s doing.
If it’s giving him a reprieve from the mourning he’s feeling from losing Rolo, I’m happy for him. That guilt still eats me alive.
The room clears out, and I stub out the cherry of my smoke into the ashtray in front of me. The clubhouse is my sanctuary, my home after spending so long by myself, wandering, trying to find a little piece of the Earth I could be myself in.
My parents were drug addicts, too caught up with their own addictions to provide for me, so the state got involved.
Moved me from foster home to foster home for almost fifteen years.
I was too young to remember them, and it’s probably better that way.
Can’t miss what you never had. Foster life had its ups and downs, had some really great caretakers, and had some real shitty ones.
But I was always restless, uneasy, always feeling like I didn’t quite belong.
When I turned fourteen, I got a job and saved every penny for a full year to buy a used car.
But after one particularly brutal beating from a drunk foster dad, I knew I needed out.
The only thing I could afford at the time was a bike.
Taught myself how to ride, grabbed the rest of my savings, and took off.
Ended up in Washington State a few years later, asked for a job at an autobody shop, and that’s where I met Queenie.
He took one look at me and brought me under his wing, gave me a place to stay in the bunkhouse, and told me I could work the weekends, but I needed to finish school.
Got my GED, applied to community college, and got my degree a few years later.
Turned my life around. But that unease? That uncomfortable feeling that always simmered right under my skin?
It was gone the moment I set foot inside this clubhouse.
Now it’s back. And there’s only one reason for that.
Sienna.