23. Chapter 22
Thunder
I roar out when Scottie’s voicemail picks up for the tenth time, and Flame says, “I’m logging into the hospital security, brother, hang on tight!” and I shake my head, every fiber of my being telling me to ride out, to get to the hospital.
She needs me, she fucking needs me!
“She’s injured, I just fucking know, I can feel it!” I growl, and Marshall gets his phone out and presses a few buttons.
“Fucking voicemail,” he curses, and I breathe heavy as he tries to call her again.
My body physically fucking aches, like I can feel her pain. That is how in touch I am with her, how much my fucking heart beats for her, and I feel like a weight is dragging me down at the fear I have right now.
“I’m going to the hospital!” I snap, but Doc cuts in, “No, you’re not, not yet!” and I scowl his way, causing him to lift his hands in surrender.
“I know, I get it, I’m being a hypocrite, but we just need Flame to check the security cameras, then we’ll storm the hospital,” he says, then winces, “We need to ensure whoever took her kept her on hospital grounds, brother, so we’re not wasting our time.”
I sneer but look away before I hit my friend, just as a phone rings and I hear Hawk say, “Dad?”
“I was fucking knocked out!” I hear, and I look at Hawk sharply to see he has his phone on loudspeaker.
“Explain, Doc,” Dagger demands, and Dr. Thomas grunts, “I was talking to Scottie about her moving tomorrow. She had an inclination and mentioned that she spent twenty grand as punishment on Thunder's card. Next thing I know, I’m fucking hit from behind, and when I woke, I had my colleagues doing checks and Scottie nowhere to be fucking seen!”
Twenty grand? On what?
“Did anyone see anything?” Axel demands, taking over, “Scottie called Thunder, she was sobbing, and we heard that fucker Kavan, he took her, but before we could find out where she was, the line went dead!”
“Fuck,” Dr. Thomas curses, then denies, “No one saw anything, but Kavan is in with a patient with mental health concerns next door to the room I’m in, so if he did take her, then he wouldn’t have had enough time to remove her from the premises.”
“How did that fucker knock out a doctor then was placed with a patient and no one fucking notice?!” Axel booms and Dr. Thomas grunts, “We were in a quiet hallway on our way to grab a coffee, and I’m guessing because he took me from behind, he’s hoping I won’t know it was him, I guess the fucker forgot to check her for her phone. ”
“I knew I should have fucking killed that bastard,” Lorenzo sneers, and I try Scottie’s phone again.
It rings, giving me hope, and everyone looks my way expectantly, but my body trembles when it hits voicemail and I clutch my phone so hard, I feel the screen crack.
“He didn’t take her out of the hospital,” Flame snaps, and I look his way as he explains, “He dragged her inside a door where it says cleaners and doesn’t come back out again, she’s unconscious!”
“Fuck,” Dr Thomas curses, “Flame, check camera eighteen. It’s the cleaning entrance and exit!”
“On it,” he mutters, and I step forward, causing my dad to grab my arm and mutter, “We don’t need you breaking his laptop out of anger, son,” and I lock my jaw.
Is it bad that I want to punch my own father?
“No exit, they’re still in the hospital,” Flame grunts, and Dr. Thomas growls, “Then they could be anywhere, the cleaners have several inside exit doors with their own elevators.”
I don’t hesitate, I don’t wait for a plan, and I don’t fucking wait for my president to give me orders. I get out of my dad's hold and rush towards the door and command, “Marshall, go grab Sammie from school, he’s in fucking danger, but bring him back here!”
“On it, just find my daughter and kill that fucker!” I hear as I rush out of the clubhouse and towards my bike, my sole focus – my girl.
***
I run into the hospital ten minutes later, breaking all speeding laws with the brothers and Lorenzo, who managed to keep up with my Harley, following me inside the ER.
My stomach is tight, my fear fucking consuming, but when I see Dr. Thomas standing by the desk with dried blood on the side of his head, terror hits me for my girl.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Kavan is in room three alone, finishing up his notes,” he grits when we get close, and I divert and rush that way with purpose, and I can feel everyone following me.
The fucker is going to die today, as soon as I find my girl, he is fucking dead. The fun Thunder that everyone sees, the idiot Thunder? He’s fucking gone and the fury Thunder is out.
“Fuck, I hope Kavan’s pain threshold is high,” I hear Doc mutter, “because Thunder is out…”
“I must admit, I’ve always wanted to see Thunder in real action,” Dagger says as I push open the curtain with rage, causing Kavan to jump as he looks up.
Anger takes hold of his features seeing me before he realizes several brothers have walked in behind me, and his nostrils flare.
“This is a hospital!” he snaps, “Dr. Thomas, what is this all about allowing your brothers to roam the halls like this? I’m putting in a complaint and will have your job for this!”
“You really think the board will listen to a physiologist that has only been here for a few months?” I hear Dr. Thomas chuckle before Lorenzo snaps, “Well, I can see how he managed to lie to Scottie for a year. The fucker is convincing at hiding his misdeeds.”
I step forward and, without hesitation, completely taking Kavan by surprise, I grab the fucker by the throat and grip hard, causing him to drop his paperwork and grip my wrist with shock.
He chokes, “I-I, what is-is this about? I-I c-could have you arrested for-for this.”
I smirk as I pull him forward and sneer, “You’ll have to be alive for you to do that,” and I squeeze tighter, the need to snap his neck all-consuming, and if I knew where my girl was, then this fucker wouldn’t still be breathing.
I get it, he’s Sammie’s sperm donor, but Sammie is now my son, and he doesn’t need this gnat hanging around.
“Bring the fucker to the basement!” Dr. Thomas demands, “I have a section that is locked off for this kind of shit,” and I squeeze my hand around Kavan’s neck harder, causing his eyes to widen slightly.
I pull him by his neck just before Axel slaps tape over the fucker’s mouth and the fear that shines back as I lock eyes with the fucker, I fucking relish it, and right now Demon is a kitten compared to how I feel.
***
I grunt as I swing my right fist, hitting Kavan in the face and the blade I have between my fingers digs into his cheek. He groans and blood starts to pour out.
Dad is holding my cut and shirt, the brothers have all stepped by the wall, and Lorenzo is watching the lengths I’ll go to for my girl. This fucker has not opened his mouth, he hasn’t said a fucking word in twenty minutes.
He locks eyes with me again, he’s dead inside, and despite being sweaty, despite the pain in my knuckles, I pull my fist back and ram it into his gut, ensuring the blade goes into him, and he chokes, blood spitting from his mouth.
“We going to do this all day, or are you going to tell me where in the fuck my girl is?” I sneer, and Kavan blinks, then blinks again before a slow grin stretches, his mouth covered in blood.
He’s not going to give anything up, I can fucking see it.
I breathe heavily as he gloats, “As soon as you kill me, I’ll be meeting my Sapphire in the afterlife, she’ll finally be mine again.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I hear Lorenzo snap, but no one says anything to him because whether he is aware of it or not, this kill is mine.
I grab Kavan’s hair and yank his head back before holding the blade up that is still between my bloodied fingers, and I bring it to his right eye, which widens, and true fear finally shows.
“See, that isn’t the answer I was looking for,” I spit, and I dig the blade into his eye.
His screams of terror and pain hit my ears just as I vaguely hear my dad snap, “Brittany, now is not a good time. What is so important that you keep calling me?!”
“P-Please,” Kavan screams as I twist the blade, his body jolting.
“Fuck that is magnificent,” Dagger rasps just as Dad states, “It is none of your business what we’re doing.
No, you cannot speak to Doc and for goodness sakes, if you bring another animal home whether it is to my home, the clubhouse or your home, you’ll be banned from all club properties for two months.
I’ve had enough with your antics Brittany to get your own way when we’re busy! ”
I tilt my head and raise a brow at Dad as I breathe heavily, and he winces, noticing my look.
The idiot has just signed his death warrant, and he knows it.
Shaking my head at the idiot while Doc tries his hardest not to laugh his ass off. I turn back to Kavan, who is shaking and I pull the blade out of his eye.
“Now, where is my old lady?” I demand coldly, and I vaguely hear Brittany shout, “Scottie is missing!?” but I don’t hear what she says afterwards as Kavan stutters, “S-she will-will be d-dead be-before you find her and I get to be w-with her a-always…”
“Wrong answer,” I grunt, and I force his mouth open, grabbing his tongue.
He tries to move his head, to fight me, but with the blood loss, the soon-to-be-dead man is weak, and I tear through his tongue without hassle, the blade cutting it with ease.
He’s not going to tell us where she is, he’s already aware that he’s going to die, and he’s come to terms with it, but I guess he never realized he’d suffer.
I throw the tongue on the floor and Lorrenzo gags, “That is fucking disgusting,” as we watch Kavan choke on his own blood, fear overtaking his features as he thrashes in the chair with panic.
Injecting yourself with an overdose is completely different to choking to death. His body wants to live, while his mind can’t understand why I’ve cut his tongue out without finding out where Scottie is.
He thought he had more time but that is the thing, time is precious and I’m not wasting it on this fucker, I need to find my girl.
“Brittany, stay in fucking Wincher, you are heavily pregnant, and that is an order!” Doc snaps before he says, “Thunder, the fucker didn’t have time to take her out of the building.
We’ll split up with the Untamed and find Scottie.
You, your dad, Dr. Thomas and Axel will be group one, so go wash your hands and begin your search.
We’ll get prospects to put this fucker in a body bag. ”
Flame adds, “I’ve already made it look like he’s run out on the hospital, after stealing everything from Rachel’s account, also ten grand from Lorenzo’s,” then mutters, “Sorry Lorenzo,” and my soon-to-be brother-in-law snorts, not offended by Flame's antics one bit.
“Son…” Dad rasps when I don’t say anything, and I grind my back teeth as I glare at the now dead Kavan before I spit on the fucker, then turn and storm out of the basement, grabbing my shirt and cut as I leave.
I’m coming, Scottie. I’ll fucking find you.