Chapter Fifteen. #2
I skidded to a stop outside the bar, unsurprised to find it empty.
The Allies were searching; that’s what counted.
That allowed me to collect what I needed without nosy assholes.
Within twenty minutes, I was back on my bike and headed to Tweaker Alley.
It was a place where meth heads hung out together.
It wasn’t really an alley, but a very rundown part of town.
I knew which house was tweaker central, don’t ask me how, and parked up.
A guy stared, and I grabbed him around the throat before he could run.
“Where is Myles Srock?” I growled out.
“Don’t know!” he squeaked.
“Tell me now.”
“Honestly, I’ve not seen Srock for a few weeks. Someone inside might have though!” he yelped.
I shook him hard and shoved him away. Without a second glance, I headed up the steps and kicked the front door in. Several men in the open lounge turned and gaped. One grabbed for a gun, and I shot it out of his hand before he even aimed.
“What the fuck!” a woman screeched.
“Where is Myles Srock? If your lips don’t start flapping, I’m going to start shooting,” I snapped.
“We’ve not seen Myles for weeks. He mentioned a big payday and disappeared,” the bitch babbled.
“Where would he go?” I boomed.
“There’s a place out towards Keystone, in Pennington County, an old farmhouse. Srock called it…” a guy struggled to remember.
I didn’t hesitate, but fired a bullet into the floor. “Yates!” he screamed.
I turned and walked away. My son was waiting.
Lars
“Who are you?” I demanded as I tried to break the ties binding my wrists together.
“Unsure who I am, kid? Your mom never spoke about me?” The tweaker grinned. I cringed at his rotten teeth. The smell emanating from him was vile, too.
“No.”
“I’m your Uncle Myles. And being blood, I’m sure you wanna help.” Myles stared intently, and I flinched.
“Fuck no. You hit and kidnapped me,” I snapped. Myles aimed a kick.
“Went down like a ton of shit. Big fucker like you and little ole me took you out.” Myles chuckled.
“What do you want?” I demanded.
“Dough. Your mom has plenty, and she fucked up my life by leaving. All Jody had to do was stay and pay for college. Why was she so damn selfish? Because of Jody, my singing career didn’t take off.
They were all jealous because I had true talent.
If she’d stuck around, Jody could have used her money to fight them off,” Myles hissed.
What the fuck?
“And then that bitch scuppered my acting future. Jody contacted Zack Elfrond to go after the part I wanted. That would have made me a big star, and instead, Zack stole it. That role was written for me!” Myles screamed.
Okay, this fucker was beyond crazy. He was also drugged to the gills.
“Ever done meth?” Myles taunted as he waved a small bag in front of me. I barely held back a flinch when I saw it contained what I assumed were meth crystals. He yanked a pipe out and started to load it.
Did this jerk intend to drug me against my will? Panic welled up, and I wanted min mor. Why was this happening? It was the second time I’d been around a drug user and not by my own fault. Myles finished filling it and began heating it with a lighter. I struggled against my bonds as Myles grinned.
“Just a few puffs, kid, to keep you easy and malleable. Jody will fork over the five k to get you back,” he chortled.
“That’s all you want? Five thousand?”
“To start with. Jody’ll give me more when I demand it; otherwise, I’ll kidnap another of you kids. To stop you from being taken, she’ll pay upfront because Jody knows I won’t be messing around,” Myles stated.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole,” I snapped, and Myles grinned and came closer. Scared about being drugged, I tried shunting away as he inhaled and moaned in pleasure.
“Come on, kid, it’s a rite of passage,” Myles said as he exhaled into my face.
“Get the fuck back!” I yelled and kicked out at Myles as the front door crashed open.
Late evening sun flooded into the room as a huge shadow filled the doorway.
My eyes refocused, and I gazed upon Magic standing there.
His legs were splayed apart, his arms were extended at the elbows, and Magic held a shotgun in his right hand and a handgun in his left.
Around his chest was a bandolier of bullets.
Grenades hung from his belt. Magic’s jaw was set, and his gaze landed on me, where I lay on the floor.
Christ, Magic looked like Rambo. Once again, he’d come to my rescue.
“Get the fuck out!” Myles shouted in a high-pitched voice.
“If you’ve harmed my kid…” Magic threatened, and I shivered. His tone was deadly, and I recognised it. It was what my dad sounded like if he thought Laila and I were hurt. Myles was going to pay.
Right then, I saw Magic as an outsider would. Half-crazed, terrifying, murderous, and protective. Somebody had dared to harm someone Magic cared about. Myles moved, and Magic didn’t hesitate and shot him. Myles screamed as he flew backwards, holding his leg.
Magic stomped inside and stared at me. His eyes clocked the lump on my head and the blood that had trickled down my face. Magic saw how I was tied up and helpless, and instead of feeling shame, pride bloomed when he nodded. He was proud of me; I’d survived, and that was what counted.
“You planned to drug my son? Force Lars to become a junkie piece of crap like you?” Magic boomed.
There was a crazed look in his eyes as he dropped the shotgun and handgun and stomped towards Myles, who was babbling and crying.
Snot ran down his nose, and Magic sneered before smashing a heavy fist into it.
Bone splintered, and Myles screamed, his hands clasping his face.
“No! No!” Myles cried. “Ou bisheard!”
“Didn’t mishear shit. You threatened Lars and blew that poison into his face. I’m going to fuckin’ pound you!” Magic bellowed.
He didn’t hold back but let rip. Punches rained down, and Myles’s screams became whimpers and then snorting noises.
“Magic! Stop, you’ll kill him!” I cried, worried as I tried to get free. The door burst open, and Magic spun, aiming a gun in one hand and a grenade in the other.
The two men froze.
“Fuck! Magic’s hulked out!” one exclaimed.
“Magic, it’s us, we came for your boy,” the second declared.
“This motherfucker’s dead! He was going to hook Lars on meth. This asshole is mine,” Magic crouched over Myles, ready to tear into anybody who’d try to stop him.
“Brother,” the first man murmured. I saw he wore a patch, and it stated his name was Inglorious, President of the Unwanted Bastards MC. Magic jerked at the word, and he eyed Inglorious wildly. Inglorious held his hands up.
“Don’t call anyone brother who’s not in my club or an ally. You understand that Magic. But you’re my bro. Let’s untie Lars and get him home. Jody needs to see he’s safe,” Inglorious said.
“Magic, I’ll help you burn this fuck alive, but Lars first, ay?” The second wore a cut that claimed he was Vortex, VP of the Unwanted Bastards.
Magic snarled and smashed Myles’s head into the floor. Myles released a wheeze. “Shithead was going to harm my boy,” Magic growled, and I heard the worry and fear in his voice. That did something, and a knot loosened inside me.
“I’m okay, Pops, look at me, I’m good,” I said, and Magic snapped towards me in an instant.
“Say it again,” he ordered.
“Pops.” I knew what he meant; I didn’t have to ask. Magic wanted confirmation. He’d never be my dad; Vulcan was that. But Magic could be Pops.
“Take Lars and leave. Tell the cops that Lars escaped and that you guys found him running down the highway. This fuck is mine,” Magic snarled.
His eyes held a disturbing craziness. Magic was going to rip Myles apart, but I didn’t care; I wasn’t scared of Magic.
What if Myles had grabbed Laila or Jesper?
The sickness in my gut twisted, and I turned my head and heaved.
“I’m okay. It’s not what you think,” I gasped as Magic looked stricken. “What if he’d got Laila or one of the younger ones?”
I just lit the fuse. I recognised that even though I’d not meant to. If Magic were protective of me, then he’d be batshit crazy over Laila.
Venom crouched nearby. “Lars, isn’t it?” I nodded. “Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No. Myles blew that smoke in my face, but I held my breath,” I replied. Venom pulled a knife and cut my ties. My fingers started screaming with pins and needles, and I could have cried.
Venom, seeming to know, began massaging them as he helped me to my feet.
“Lars rides with you!” Magic ordered, pointing the gun at Inglorious, who nodded.
“Not a problem. See you soon. Come on, kid, let’s get you home.” Inglorious placed a hand on my shoulder and led me out of the house. I stopped at the doorway and gazed back just as Magic stabbed a knife into Myles’s thigh.
“Don’t leave any DNA behind,” I said, and Magic looked at me in surprise before nodding. Inglorious raised an eyebrow. “My dad was in an MC, I know how it works.”
Inglorious nodded and smiled in approval. “Come on, Lars, your mom will be borderline hysterical by now.”