19. Chapter Nineteen #2
She listened as the room quieted, waiting to see if she was safe.
Boots crunching across glass came closer.
She raised her gun and put her finger on the trigger, ready to defend herself.
Jean-covered legs attached to motorcycle boots she recognized came into view.
She’d offered to buy Justice new boots because the ones he’d been wearing were a little scuffed.
He’d said they were his favorites because they were soft and broken in.
She lowered the gun as Justice crouched down until his face appeared in front of her.
“Honey, how about we get you out of here?” he asked, holding out his hand.
Adley grasped his hand, holding the gun facing the floor with her other hand, and let him help her up.
It wouldn’t do to shoot her rescuer now because her hand was shaking so much.
Justice pulled her into his arms. A hand took the gun out of hers, and she turned to see Tack, smiling at her.
“Good job, Adley, though I’m thinking instead of Honey, I should call you Honey Badger because, woman, you are fierce,” he said, placing the gun on the desk.
She soaked in the warmth of Justice and then wondered how Ariel had known to call when she did.
She leaned back and stared at Justice, trying to figure out what she’d missed.
Before she could ask, yelling from the front room had Justice leading her out there.
She had to step over the body of the woman.
Adley thought she had a strong stomach, but she gagged a little seeing that half her head was gone.
Justice held his hand up to the side of her eyes, blocking her view.
Adley was fine with Justice sheltering her because she had no wish to see brain matter and blood splattered on her cream wall.
Macy was the one yelling, and she was kicking Stain—or should they call him Shit Stain—as he lay on the floor. One of the Saint’s Outlaws had him hogtied. Adley wondered where the rope came from. Did bikers just carry it around with them just in case they needed to tie someone up?
She giggled, and Justice wrapped his arm a little tighter around her. Justice was probably worried she was losing it. She would, eventually, but for now, she was going to hold strong. She was safe.
Shit Stain wasn’t looking good. He had a bullet wound in his arm, and his face looked like it had gone three rounds with a fist, and was that a boot print on his face?
“You waste of space. We all got fresh starts. You didn’t take it. You became exactly like those horrible men. I hope you suffer,” Macy screamed with tears running down her cheeks. Tack walked over and pulled her into his chest, patting her back.
Pit stepped into the room. “Got a decision to make. Were there two people here or only one? We could make Stain take a little drive, get some more information from him, and then let the police have him, or we could play it by the book.”
Adley stared at the nightmare that had terrorized her, her sister, her mom, and her man. She walked over to him.
“How long do we have with Shit Stain before the cops are here?” she asked.
“Probably about five minutes max,” Pit said.
“Roll him over,” she directed.
Pit and Justice rolled him over onto his back; he moaned at the pain in his arms.
“Love you, Justice,” she said and winked.
She reached between Shit Stain’s legs and grabbed his balls through the light tactical pants he was wearing.
She was very grateful he wasn’t wearing jeans; it was easier to grasp this way.
She pulled a little and started squeezing, putting all the fear and anger she’d been experiencing into making this man hurt.
“Who was the man who was short and ran away from my house?” she asked.
“Fuck you,” he yelled.
“Oh, you won’t be fucking anyone. I bet I can pull these babies right off,” Adley said, pulling harder and twisting. She’d seen on a medical show about torsion in balls being extremely painful.
“No, stop,” he whined.
Adley waited. “Well?”
“One of my men, buried at Mom’s,” he said.
“Address of your mom’s,” Adley requested.
He rattled off an address. She let someone else worry about writing it down .
“The men in the van and at the Arboretum that chased me,” she said.
“Same as the break-in. All dead,” he sobbed as she gave another twist to make sure he was telling the truth.
“Last chance. Were you and your mom the last?” she asked.
“Yes, is Mom okay? I’ll do anything if you let her go to the hospital,” he pleaded.
“We’ll talk about help for your mom in a minute. I have a couple more questions for you. How did you get your job at the police department with your bogus information?” she asked.
“Mom got a job in human resources two years before I was hired,” he whined, wincing as Adley gave a little twist, just because of all the terror he’d caused.
“Who killed Gina?” she asked, staring at him. He was in too much pain, she thought, to lie, but someone would need to check his story.
“Mom did. She was supposed to get access to the clubhouse by being Justice’s Ol’ Lady.”
Adley glanced around the room at the men and knew they wanted vengeance too.
“One more question, then we can talk about the hospital for your mom. The Siren who was going to take Ian and Teddy. How’d you get her to comply?”
Shit Stain stared at her, and she wondered why he was hesitating on this question. She pulled his balls lower and squeezed until tears poured out of his eyes.
“Okay, okay, please stop,” he screamed. Snot ran down his face. Maybe Snot Stain should be his name. Adley chuckled to herself and wondered how she was handling this so calmly .
“She works at Mom’s brothel. She’d do whatever we said because if not, Mom would sell her daughter.”
Adley stared at him, letting go of his balls as she stood up.
He was despicable, and now she knew exactly where they had planned on taking her when she was chased at the Arboretum.
Fury filled her until she couldn’t do anything but let it out.
She wanted to scream, but she settled for stomping hard on his dick and balls.
His screams of agony had all the men reflexively cupping their balls.
“Tell Justice the address of the brothel and anything else he needs to know, and I’ll make sure your mom is taken to the hospital,” she said, spitting on his face.
“Do whatever you need to do, but if I have a say, I’d rather see him be someone’s bitch boy in prison for the next thirty years than get a quick death, but I’m good with whatever y’all decide,” she said, walking over to Macy.
Tack waited until her arms were around Macy and they’d walked out to the hallway before releasing her completely from his arms.
Adley kept her arms around Macy and just held her as they leaned against the wall.
So many things could have been worse today, and she couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her face.
Justice and the SOMC had saved her and Macy.
Macy laid her head against Adley and cried silently.
The wetness of her tears soaked Adley’s shirt, but Adley didn’t care.
They were both alive. What were a few tears and snot between sisters?
Multiple police officers came out of the elevator and stairwell with guns drawn, walking toward her .
“My name is Adley Pearson. I was the one held at gunpoint. My attackers are both inside,” Adley said. Two female officers stopped at Adley while four other officers went into the office.
“Are either of you hurt anywhere I can’t see?” the officer closest to Adley asked.
“Umm, I was held at gunpoint, but I don’t believe I have any injuries,” Adley replied.
“Ma’am, you have small scrapes and wounds that are bleeding on your face, neck, and legs. What about the woman in your arms?” the officer asked.
“I’m okay. I’m her sister. Just crying from the relief of knowing we’re both still here,” Macy said.
“I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll stay with you until they decide where they want to do statements at,” the officer said, the other heading into the office.
Adley leaned her head against Macy’s. “Love you, sissy.”