Chapter 11
CILLA
I’ve been in the kitchen with the ladies who cook and clean at the clubhouse. They’re all great and fun to be around. They swapped out, so I spent time with each of the four. I can’t choose who I like best.
The kitchen door opens, and Finger walks inside. He gives me a look I don’t like. I raise an eyebrow, and he nods at me to follow him, and you know his expression is unreadable, which is worrying.
Following Finger to an office I’ve not been to previously I take a seat at a small table on one side of the room.
Finger takes the seat next to mine and faces me.
“I’ve been to your house, Cilla. I picked up some clothing for you because you are going to be staying here at the clubhouse until we catch this guy that’s after you.
But when I got to your house, it had been broken into and ransacked.
Not your belongings, like clothing. It was a tantrum where the guy tossed stuff about because you were not there.
The prospects have gone over to the house to clean up, and Keys is having cameras and extra locks put on the place. ”
“This guy isn’t going to stop, is he?” I ask Finger while I feel like crying.
“No, I don’t think he is. We need to put a stop to him, but he is moving positions before we can grab him.
If Bono or anyone else you have contact with can help, then we’d be grateful.
Tank and Pyro are passed over, and they were badass brothers.
If they were with Bono, I’m sure they’d help us.
” Now, Finger laughs as he says that, but he has no idea he has just called the brothers forward, and I’m seeing two men stroll up and give shit-eating grins right at me.
“You just had to do that didn’t you, Finger?” I snap, but my eyes are still on the two guys who are standing with their arms folded over their chests and watching Finger and I. “Where are you, Bono?” I snarl, but I’m giving Finger a nasty look at the same time.
“What did I just have to do?”
“Call these two assholes forward. You know that I’m looking at two men that you mentioned, and now they are here. Which one is Tank, or is he the one that is about 6’4”, short military haircut and a scar above his left eyebrow?”
“Jesus Christ, how did you know that?” Finger snaps as he jumps to his feet.
“Because, you idiot, you called them forward and they are standing in front of me. The other one has a weird sort of smirk on his face, and oh my g… he has fire in his hand, he’s playing with a ball of fire!
” Now, that is something I’ve not seen before.
I can honestly say they never normally have anything on their person.
“BONO!” I shout. I’m feeling a little panicked because how has this one got fire and can he do anything with it?
I don’t know and I’m not sure I want to know, but you can bet your life I need to know!
“You have Tank and Pyro. I am not surprised Pyro has fire because that’s how he got his name. You know, his nickname, or road name, as we call it. Fuck, Pres is gonna be impressed that you have Tank and Pyro here.”
I’m gaping at Finger as though he has lost his ever-loving mind.
“You are all batshit crazy. You think I’m nuts because I see these assholes, but you want them here!
” I jump to my feet now and storm out of the office.
I’m out of the damn clubhouse and looking around for my truck and hope to goodness the keys are in it.
Bolting to the truck parked at the side of the clubhouse I pull open the door but see no keys. Damn, this is all I need. Turning, I see Tracker and Cap leaning against the wall. Tracker’s smoking a cigar and Cap is smirking at my dilemma. Well, they can all go to hell.
I look at the front gate, that is open, and I take off. I’m not a poor runner, not the best but better than some. I tuck my chin down, pump my arms, and go for it. I hear Cap shouting to the prospect on the gate to close it, but I’m out before it fully snaps shut.
I don’t wait to look around for any followers. I keep running, monitor my breathing, in, out, in, out, and when I hear a vehicle approaching from behind, I sprint to the right and into the field.
Five minutes pass and I’m running out of steam. My breathing is labored, and my legs hurt. I don’t think I’m as fit as I first thought.
*Stop running, Cilla. You know you are meant to be at the clubhouse, staying safe*
“Bono, you are an ass,” I keep running, although it is more of a slow jog at this point. I notice a road to my left so veer that way. Maybe I can flag down a vehicle and get a lift to my house.
As I reach the road the two assholes manifest alongside Bono, and they are freaking grinning at me. “Go away and pester someone else,” I snap. Nothing, not a vehicle in sight. That is my luck. I aim in the direction I think the town is in, and start what I know is going to be a long walk.
*Let me introduce myself. My name is Tank and I’m here to help my brothers. You know they need help and you are the only one who can do that*
“Well, Tank. Let me tell you I have a life I want to actually live, you know, on my own terms.” Wow, the asshole is nodding at me as though he is seriously considering what I’m saying. The other one is still playing with the fireball. “Put that fire away now, or I’m not speaking to either of you.”
Tank leans over and says something to who I know is Pyro, and the fire is extinguished. I earn myself a scowl from Pyro, but you know I don’t care.
*You need to go back and help them, Cilla*
Bono stands in front of me to stop me walking, but you know I’m so annoyed that I walk right through him.
*Oh, that’s just nasty walking through you like that, Bono* Tank comments, but I ignore him and keep walking.
I hear a vehicle approaching from behind, and it’s not one I recognize, so I stop walking and start flagging it down. When I hear Bono chuckling, I study the way he’s looking at me. That, however, has me wasting time on what should have been my next escape.
The vehicle that looks like any ordinary delivery van stops.
When the passenger door opens, I’m nonplussed for a moment when one of the prospects steps out and towards me.
I waste the seconds that I need by gawking at him, and turn to run, but he has me before I can get away.
He is gentle as he wraps his arms around me, holding my arms at my sides.
Lifting me off my feet, he walks with me to the back of the van, and the back doors open.
Finger! Looking damn pleased with himself.
“Come on, Cilla. It’s time to get back to the clubhouse. ”
I snap my teeth together and refuse to look or speak to any of them. Bono and the two assholes are grinning at me, and I vow I am going to do them some damage when I work out how to do that.
Back at the clubhouse, I’ve had time to calm down. I’m in the room that I’ve been allocated. It’s a pleasant room with an adjoining bathroom. A nice size bed, dresser, and matching closet. I’ve been resting and wondering how I’m going to sneak out of here when a tap on the door gains my attention.
Stepping over to the door, I crack it open, ready to slam it in Finger’s face because that is who I assume is here. But I’m surprised to see it’s Cap. He is apparently second in charge of this place. “What can I do for you?” I ask, and I keep it from sounding nasty.
“Can I have a few minutes of your time? I need to ask you about this ability you have, and if you can help me by using it?”
Cap is looking at me with a polite look. Nothing like the demanding ones I have had up to this point. I open the door wider and give him a nod to enter.
Closing the door, I take a seat on the end of the bed as Cap has taken a seat in the only chair in the room. Which is a cozy chair near the window. I like it, and it’s a comforting place to sit where you can look out of the window and see the compound for goodness knows how far.
“I don’t know how much help you can give me, Cilla.
But I know we have a snitch at the clubhouse.
I just don’t know who it is. I’ve been watching the prospects and the club women.
But so far I have seen no sign of them being snitches.
I don’t know who or where to look now, and if Bono can help me find who is giving our information away, I would be grateful. ”
Cap is being so honest, and so careful how he’s speaking that I can’t help but sigh, knowing I’m going to help him. “Let me speak to Bono and the assholes.”
Cap frowns. “Who are the assholes?”
“Oh, your friends, Tank and Pyro have joined in the fun and games thanks to Finger.”
“Tank and Pyro have joined Bono?” Cap’s eyes are as round as a dinner plate, and if it wasn’t a serious matter we were speaking of I would laugh at him.
“Okay, how about I ask the three of them to find the snitch, bomber, and this ZeBach character? Once you have them, can I go back to my life?”
Cap chuckles, “Well, you can as far as I am concerned. But it would be great if you could help us out. Oh, Tracker is bound to want to know all about Tank and Pyro because they were good friends.”
“Well, when you see your Pres, you tell him Pyro is playing with fire. He has a fireball he keeps tossing from one hand to the other. I don’t know if he can do anything with it, or if he should even have it because I’ve not seen anyone with anything like that before,” I say all this with exasperation in my tone.
Laughing, Cap stands from the chair and walks to the door. As he opens it, he turns to me. “Thanks for helping, Cilla. It is appreciated, and if you can get that information I’ll make sure we move on it quickly.”
Nodding, I watch as the door closes and then know I’m going to have to have a serious discussion with the three assholes that are now leaning against the wall, or pretending to because, hey, they keep disappearing through the freaking wall.
*Cilla, we heard all that, so you don’t need to repeat it. You look for the snitch, and we’ll find the bomber and ZeBach as quickly as we can. Make sure you tell them speedily because these assholes could move positions right after we find them*
“Okay, Bono. Thank you, all three of you. Your friends are relying on you, and I don’t know how it all works on your side, but as you are here for your brothers, I hope it isn’t a bad thing for you all?”
Tank gives me a solid look, *We don’t care if it is something bad on our side, but it isn’t. We would do whatever we could for our brothers the same as they would have for us*
“You three find them, and I’ll tell them as soon as you inform me. I will prepare them, so don’t waste time.” I turn to leave the room, but turn back when Tank speaks again.
*You should take up with Finger. He’s a good man, and he has a liking for you. First time we’ve seen that from over here. We know what the future holds for you, Cilla, and you need someone to hold you to the now. You are not meant to be alone and you could do far worse than Finger*
“Go away. I’m not looking for a man.” I slam the door behind me and head downstairs where I’m going to inform Tracker his friends are here. Goodness, it’s a madhouse here, and they call me a looney tune!