21. Hades
Twenty-One
Hades
Iwas done beating around the bush. It’s been three weeks, and I couldn’t get Rory out of my head. I wanted to find her and be a fucking weirdo. Bless my heart. I was insane. Fuck. I must be crazy, but people say when you know, you know.
One of my closest friends hibernated at my dad’s clubhouse.
Zade was my father’s unofficial son and the Devil techy.
He only worked with my dad and refused to help if it involved anything with Luke Callahan.
I loved him because he also helped me take the money Luke got from his illegal business and donate it to women and survivors.
One day we would get rid of him and save those women.
Zade was a master of his craft, and I knew he could find her.
All I had was a name, but it could be a nickname.
I was drunk on Rory in a way I never felt before.
I wanted to see her again and see if these feelings meant anything.
There were plenty of pointless hookups in my life and a handful of serious relationships, but nothing like the way I felt now.
Walking towards the back of the clubhouse to Zade’s tech shack, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention.
This clubhouse was supposed to be our only sanctuary from Luke and his gang of bastards, but someone still grabbed my locs and slammed me against the wall.
A scream escaped me before grimy hands covered my mouth.
The man crushing me with his body smelled like cat piss and misery.
“Damn, I knew you were a pretty little thing,” he grunted.
While he was busy ogling my tits, which looked amazing in my corset, I might add, I lifted my leg and grabbed the knife I kept tucked away.
I’d use the gun he failed to see in my holster, but that was too messy and quick.
I wanted them to know I had to teach this bastard a lesson.
He grabbed a handful of tit, and I stabbed him in the shoulder between his collarbone and throat.
“Oh, you fucking bitch,” he cursed, stumbling away from me. I retracted my knife and kicked him in the groin before ducking and hitting him in the dick.
“Maybe you should think twice before attacking the club princess, dumbass.” There were heavy footsteps and shouting as Devils and Callahan made their way to me.
“Why is Otis on the ground bleeding?” Luke asked, oblivious to the situation before him.
“Maybe teach your men what consent means, and they won’t get stabbed for assault,” I growled, glaring daggers at Luke. “I know you lack the concept, but I’m not afraid to teach a lesson. Take fucking notes.”
“Your father should learn to control you. You have a mouth on you I’d love to tame.”
I rolled my eyes. “I got ears, too. You shootin’ or am I?
He attacked me. That’s my dad’s one rule.
So choose loyalty to my father or I'll put a bullet in his head right now.” I grabbed the gun that was in my ankle holster and cocked it.
“Let’s see how my father likes his little girl killing this trash instead of you. ”
“Boss,” Otis called.
“Shut the hell up. You did it to yourself,” Luke hissed at Otis as he grabbed his gun and shot Otis in the head.
“Damn, maybe you’re not a pussy after all.” I smirked, watching his eyes narrow. My dad always told me to be nice when he visited, but why would I be nice to a pervert?
“You better watch it.”
I stepped closer to him. This was pushing the boundaries, but I couldn’t care less. “Why? Don’t like your women to talk back? Can you even get women without buying them?”
“You little—”
“What the fuck happened?” my father barked, finally making himself known.
“This bastard had to kill one of his rapist followers because he assaulted me in the hallway.”
“I’ll k—” Luke started.
“Kill me? Please. I’ll have you on the ground in seconds and your dick down your throat. Please try it.”
“Enough. Haven, go do what you came here to do. You won’t touch my daughter, Luke.”
I left without a backward glance, continuing down the hall and not bothering to listen to the bullshit they had to share about me.
One day, I would put a bullet in Luke’s dick before I put one through his skull.
The timing just wasn’t right, which sounded pathetic, but I couldn’t risk my dad being thrown into a war.
He was already teetering on the edge with the Vipers in Briarwood.
“Hello, lover,” I chimed as I walked into Zade’s batcave. “How are we fucking up Callahan’s life tonight?”
He threw an empty Cup-O-Noodle at me, glaring daggers into my soul. “Are you trying to get me killed?”
“He isn’t going to touch you.”
He made a face. “Not him. Your dad. Last person you called lover, they ended up with three less fingers and five toes missing. The toes can go, but these,” he wiggled his fingers, “are the money maker.”
“You need a girlfriend.”
“Flattered, but you’re not my type.”
I punched his arm. “What are we doing?”
“I have access to his bank account. Do you want an extra million in your savings?”
“No. Donate it to RAINN. Every last penny under an anonymous donation. Keep doing it every time he gets a deposit. He wants to hurt women, I’ll hurt his wallet.”
He typed on his computer with a satisfied grin. “Three thousand donated and a nice little 10k added to my bank account.” It was his normal paycheck.
“Now I need you to try and find someone for me. Her name is Rory, and that’s about all I have plus a picture I sent to you.”
He turned in his chair to face me. “Since when do you look for your hookups?”
“Just find her for me, please.”
Zade worked his magic. I wasn’t at the level of tech-savvy as he was, but I knew my way around a computer. While I did my pre-med work, I took a few classes in IT, but I was illiterate when it came to tech. It was why I had him jumpstart everything.
“Hades, you have the shittiest luck with women.” I smacked the back of his head. “Hey, I didn’t lie. You’re quite literally fucking with the enemy.”
“What do you mean?”
A picture of Rory came up from her Instagram page. She was a tattoo artist and owned a shop in Briarwood. Her most recent picture was of her and three other women in front of a club… fuck. “This is Aurora Vincent, sister of Ella ‘Cinder’ Bourgeois. Leader of the Vexxed Vipers in Briarwood.”
“Fuck me.”
“Seems like she already did.”
“Fuck you. Do you know anything about her?”
“Nope. Ella has some strong resources. There’s a file on her, but it’s sealed tighter than the White House.”
I wasn’t one to pry so I wouldn’t, but I would find her.
If I went to Briarwood, I would break the treaty.
I would sit on this for a few days, maybe even test my luck and go to Tipsy Throttle to see if she was there.
If not, I would book a tattoo appointment like a creeper and meet her again through her work. Fuck a treaty.