Chapter 20
Free
The place was empty. No signs of the assholes who took Addison and the girls. They changed holding facilities. There were no signs they were ever there. I’m pissed. I’m beyond pissed.
My head keeps spinning but nothing good is coming from it. All I can think is if she was hurt during the shooting. Was she hit? Did they hurt her?
“This is completely fucked,” Mask roars as we stand in the old cell.
“Who the fuck you tellin’?” I ask him.
“They moved them. To where? Where the fuck would they take them to?”
“I don’t know, brother, but I wouldn’t think far. They have too many girls to move.”
“Where else is local? Where else can we hit?”
“The old hospital, but I don’t know how they’d hold them in there,” I say, thinking out loud.
“Let’s move on it. They are inventive motherfuckers, they could come up with somethin’.” I nod my head as we walk back out of the dingy cells and down the hall to the door, walking through multiple doors until we’re back outside, where some of the others wait. Mask shakes his head letting them know there was nothing here. Rage boils my blood. Rage at whoever took her. I’ll kill them. I’ll fucking kill them with my bare hands and not even blink or think twice about it.
We climb back on our bikes and pull out information once more, heading to the old hospital that’s right down the road. These traffickers are smart in the sense they know to move their locations multiple times to avoid anyone finding out they’re there.
We pull up at the hospital and nothing feels right. It feels wrong, like they aren’t here either, but we climb off our bikes, pull our guns, and head for the front door of the building.
We creep inside and down the long hallway until it branches off. Mask makes a motion for some of us to go down one hall while the others split up down the others.
We’re silent, or as silent as we can be, as our boots hit old materials and dirt on the floor. Slowly and carefully, we peek into each room just to come up empty.
This feels off. They aren’t here. I can’t give up hope, though. If she wasn’t here, where the hell would she be? Who would have her?
We keep moving down the length of the hall and check every single room before turning and walking back to the front of the building. I’m shaking from anger. I’m frustrated. I know wherever she is, she’s giving them hell, and I can’t help but crack a smile thinking about that.
“It’s all clear. They aren’t here.”
“Ours was clear, too,” Pike announces as he comes back from his hallway.
“Fuck!” I scream as I tug at my hair. Where is she? Where the hell is she?
“We go back home and regroup. I don’t know where else to look for them. We’ll call our contact guy and see what he has to say,” Mask says. Fuck them. Fuck the contact guy. If they took her back they aren’t going to offer up that information. They’re going to ignore him.
“Fuck this,” I snap before turning and heading out of the hospital. I storm back to my bike as a few of the other guys watch me intently, wondering what I’m about to do. I don’t do shit. I grab my cigarettes and light one up, trying to think of where else they could have taken them locally. What if they moved them out of town? What if they decided it was too hot around here with cops and us and moved them away? The thought makes my skin crawl. Those traffickers are sneaky motherfuckers and know how to hide people.
I wrack my brain, trying to come up with anything, something, but I have nothing. I don’t know where they could be. I don’t know what the fuck they’re doing to her, and that’s driving me insane.
“Let’s head back. We’re not doin’ any good sittin’ here,” Mask says. I don’t want to go back because I know she isn’t there. I want to find her. Chain her ass to my bed again and make sure no one ever takes her from me again. I want to snap her neck for not fighting harder when they took her. I want to hurt myself for not fighting harder. There are so many things I want to do, but they all revolve around her.
Flicking my smoke to the ground, I grab my helmet and pull it on before climbing on my bike. Then I follow the guys out of the parking lot of the old hospital and back out onto the main road. Where the hell are they?
I spend the time as we ride through town thinking about what’s close by where they could house at least twenty, if not more women.
I come up blank every time. Nothing. Not a single fucking thing.
We pull into the clubhouse and are greeted by the other guys we left behind. We all climb off our bikes, defeated. I want her back. Maybe I’m selfish for trying to keep her. Maybe I’m a prick for keeping the girl I bought, but I don’t care anymore. I want what I want, and what I want is her. Now I just need to figure out where the fuck she is and beg her to stay with me.
I walk back inside the clubhouse with my hands balled at my sides. I can’t seem to ease this tension in me. I feel like she’s close, but I don’t know where.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just feel like Addison’s close, man.”
“We’ve checked everything local.”
“I know, but I can’t help what I feel.”
“You think it’s someone we know?” Mask asks me.
“I don’t think so. Who the hell would do this?”
“I don’t know, brother. We don’t have any issues with rival clubs right now. Doesn’t mean someone isn’t tryin’ to start somethin’,” Van chimes in.
“But who?”
“I don’t know that either,” he adds.
“This is too fucked up. I need a minute,” I tell them before I walk away and down the hall. I walk into my room and slam the door behind me before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.
What the hell is going on around here? Why would someone ambush us like that? I can’t come up with any good reasons, and that pisses me off. We don’t have any issues with anyone right now, so that doesn’t seem like the likely answer.
I crack my neck from side to side, annoyed as shit with the whole situation. There’s something else. Something closer than any of us know. I can feel it, and when I find out what it is, all hell is going to break loose.