14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I made it to the Petrova’s territory in no time. It was in one of the seedier parts of Oakland all the criminal elements of this town did business.
The Petrovas ran an underground fighting operation. It was one of those things everyone knew about but they didn’t talk about, so I had no trouble finding it.
By the time I pulled up a block away from where the motherfucker was holding Oya. Reaper and Snake were already there waiting. As soon as I parked my bike alongside them, a blacked-out Mercedes crept up beside us.
Without hesitating, all three of us pulled our guns and pointed them at the back window as it rolled down.
“Calm down.” He looked at us and smirked. “We’re on the same side.”
“I seriously fucking doubt that,” Reaper sneered.
The man chuckled. “I’m Don Emilio Messina.”
“I know who you are,” I said. “But we’re not putting the guns away.”
He looked at me then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you feel better. Anyway, I worked out a deal with the Petrovas. You’ll get no interference from them. Do what you have to do, and I’ll clean the mess up.”
“And why should we trust you?” I asked. “You’re heading the Bianchis. We’re not on the same side.”
“I’m a man of my word. King did me a favor and now I’ll do one for him. The congressman is on the first floor of the first building on the corner of the intersection with your woman.”
He started to roll up the window, then stopped. “Tell King, we’re even,” he said, then rolled the window up before the car drove off.
We watched as the car reached the intersection and went in the opposite direction of where Oya was being held.
“We gonna trust him?” Snake asked.
“If it goes left, King will take care of it,” Reaper said.
“You guys don’t have to do this. I can get her by myself.”
“Shut the fuck up, kid,” Snake said, checking the magazine of his gun before pushing it back in. “Let’s go get your girl.”
I smiled. This was what brotherhood was. We came together when shit was bad and when we needed each other. I was grateful.
When we entered the building as quietly as possible. I was surprised we didn’t have to break in which showed how comfortable Williams was with the Petrovas that he didn’t make sure they had his back.
It had been known in the mc underworld the congressman’s hands were as dirty as you could get if you were on the right side of the law.
But we didn’t have any dealings with him because of his connections with human trafficking.
We were all criminals but that was one thing the Sinners weren’t involved with.
Williams’ voice echoed throughout the first floor. We didn’t exactly know where on the first floor he was holding Oya, but it had to be towards the back of the building. Her groans, yelps, and his curses filled the empty space.
Moving as quietly as possible without alerting him he wasn’t alone, we quickly moved towards where we thought he might be holding her. Once we reached the back of the building there was a long hallway.
“He’s got to have her in one of the rooms,” Snake whispered.
Reaper and me both nodded.
Oya’s screams tore through my soul, and I took off in a full run. I heard Reaper curse under his breath, but I didn’t give a fuck. She was hurting and I had to get to her. I didn’t care if he heard me coming.
“Thomas don’t do this,” she pleaded.
“Fuck you, bitch!” he screamed.
I reached the last door on the left in the hallway right before the exit. Hearing Oya’s voice in so much pain was a relief and angered me so much that I saw red. I was relieved she was alive. Fucking angry that this bastard had the fucking nerve to touch her.
Wasting no time, I kicked in the door. I didn’t look back to see if Reaper and Snake were with me. I knew they would be.
Thomas Williams was on top of Oya. Her clothes were ripped, and he had her dress pushed up to her waist. One of her eyes was swollen, her legs were scrapped up, and she had a busted lip.
He scrambled off of her and I didn’t hesitate. I put a bullet in one of his knees so he couldn’t get up and move.
“Get Oya out of here,” I shouted as I stalked towards the congressman who was rolling around on the floor screaming.
“Gavin!” Oya shouted and my attention jerked to her.
The relief in her eyes calmed some of my anger, but not enough to let him walk out of here. Congressman Wiliams would die today.
“Go with Snake sweetheart.”
She looked at me for a moment, then nodded. I think she knew what was coming next and there was nothing she could do to stop me. And I didn’t believe she wanted to stop me anyway.
“I’ll call a prospect,” Snake said, “have them come get her with a cage, and take her to the clubhouse.”
“Make sure Doc looks her over.”
He nodded.
“Oya! Please, don’t leave me,” he begged.
“Shut up!” I yelled, pulling the trigger, and shooting him in the other knee.
She didn’t turn around as Snake guided her out of the room.
It didn’t take long for Reaper to tie the congressman to the chair that was located in the room despite his knees being shattered by my bullets.
“What do you have planned?” Reaper asked.
I held the barrel of the gun against my lips as I glared at Thomas Williams deciding how I could make him suffer. I was ready to get back to Oya to make sure she was all right.
“I should just put a bullet in his skull so I can get to Oya, but I want to make him suffer.”
Reaper walked over to him and yanked his head back by his hair. Williams groaned but his eyes remained closed.
I walked over to him, then dug my finger into one of the bullet holes in his knees. He screamed and started to struggle against his restraints.
“You thought you could touch her!”
“I can do what the fuck I want to do to her. I’ll fuck her in every hole if that’s what I want to do because she’s my fucking wife.”
I gripped him by his neck and squeezed. “She’s not yours, motherfucker.
” I squeezed tighter. His eyes started to bulge, and it was hard to explain the satisfaction moving through me.
I’d only killed one time before this. I wasn’t a cold-blooded killer and the last man I killed deserved to have his throat cut just like this piece of shit deserved everything that would happen to him.
“If I could prolong this shit, I would.” I squeezed harder. His lips were started to turn blue and the tiny blood vessels in his eyes had started to pop. “But I’ve got to go take care of my woman. Not yours. Mine.”
“Just go ahead and put him out of his misery, little bro,” Reaper said, propped up against the wall.
I focused back on the congressman who was still struggling against his restraints.
I let his neck go and he gasped trying to push air back into his lungs.
I aimed my gun at his crotch and his eyes widen.
He furiously began to shake his head. It was amazing he was more worried about losing his dick than his life.
It wasn’t like he was going to be alive to use it.
I pulled the trigger and the echo of the gunshot moved through the building only muffled by his screams of pain.
I aimed the gun at his head, and it didn’t matter if he saw it coming or not. It didn’t matter because he’d be dead anyway. “See you in Hell, motherfucker.”
At the last minute, his eyes shot to mine, and I winked as I pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing his skull.
“I’ll call King so he can get Messina to clean this mess up,” Reaper said, pulling out his phone. “You did good, bro. Now go to your woman and I’ll take care of this.”
I nodded and headed out the door. It was done. It was over, now I only hoped Oya could live with the fact that I’d killed the father of her child. I didn’t regret it and if I had to do it all over again, I’d still send that motherfucker to Hell.