Chapter 30
CHAPTER
THIRTY
Sawyer
Chaos erupts when we storm the building.
This isn’t a busy place at this time of year, but Ryder made sure the manager and the few patrons had a safe way out before gunfire erupted.
Apparently they rented the conference room under the guise of a workshop and the manager was genuinely unaware.
Lucky for him he’s not in on it. One less body for the bayou.
We also know we need Forest alive if we have any chance of getting to Regi, but with the scattered bullets and noise coming from the room, he could’ve already succumbed to a bullet.
I fucking hope not because I have all sorts planned for him back at the warehouse.
All exits are covered. Nobody is getting outta here alive, or in one piece.
When the goons realize they’re surrounded, they try to barricade themselves inside.
Unlucky for them we have all points of entry covered.
Breaking one of the many windows is the easiest option, but when a spray of bullets follows, it’s clearly not the safest.
“Fuck,” Cash mutters. “Stay down!”
Many of the guys have plenty of experience shooting, and my brother runs the gun range so he’s got very good aim. Last thing anyone needs is any of us getting shot.
They also weren’t shy on guards—we counted fifteen, as well as the drivers who were accosted by Tag and Harlem before they could run.
It’s small numbers, so taking them down isn’t gonna be hard, but with them spraying bullets everywhere, we don’t want any casualties from the MC.
Pipes aims from his spot right in the side window and takes one of the crouched gunmen down.
“Nice,” I say. “You wanna watch my back?”
“Be glad to, just don’t get fuckin’ shot because it’ll be me explainin’ to Mom and Chris.”
I smirk. “Don’t wanna inconvenience you.” I draw my gun and hop through the window.
Landing on my feet I move toward the back of the room where the girls are huddled. Hustler and Stell are trying to calm them down, telling them to sit tight and they’re being rescued, but I can understand it’s pretty fucking crazy no matter where you look.
I dodge behind a stack of chairs as a bullet whizzes by me, I return gunfire, hitting the dude in the chest as he falls down. It’s then I smell it: fire. Someone has lit the fucking building on fire.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Moving around the room with low visibility isn’t great, but most of the cowards seem to be either dead already, or huddled behind a podium. They’re reloading.
I glance sideways and Cash signals everyone to move and I run. I don’t think, I just fucking run. Firing as bullets dodge past me, I dive over the makeshift stage when I’m all out of ammo. Using my fists, I punch my way through two guys before Pipes shoots the one aiming a gun at my head.
“Thanks, bro,” I mutter.
“Anytime,” he says as I search around for the suit. It’s then I spot Forest, lying on the floor a few feet away. They were protecting him.
I move over, grabbing him by the lapels of his bloodied jacket. No. No!
I yank on him. “Where is he? Regi?”
“F-fuck you.” Blood is oozing from his chest and mouth, and I know he hasn’t got long.
I yank him again. “Don’t you people have any fuckin’ conscience?”
He chokes as he tries to smirk.
I won’t give him the satisfaction. I pin him down, choking him with my bare hands while he struggles beneath me and my brother and whoever else is behind me fends everyone else off. He doesn’t even put up a fight, the fucking pussy.
I don’t stop until he’s limp, unmoving underneath me.
It doesn’t feel enough. It doesn’t feel like anything.
I search his pockets, yanking out his phone and wallet.
Now I have his phone, I can find out everything there is to know about fucking Regi.
He may not be here, and we may not have him today, but we thwarted another shipment that he’ll have lost money on.
The thought makes me smile, but it doesn’t last long.
It won’t last until this motherfucker is six feet under.
I let him flop back to the ground as the fray behind me clears.
“We got ‘em,” Logan says, crouching near me.
“Thought you were out covering the road?” I say, stepping over Forest’s dead body.
He smirks. “And miss all the fun? I don’t think so.”
“Our main lead is dead, but I’ve got his cell.”
“Think you can find the other asshole?”
“He’ll likely go underground after this, but it’ll just mean we’ve gotta work harder,” I say. I admit, I’m bummed he didn’t show, but from what Barry told us, he was never going to.
Laying low after the gas leak situation, and now this? He knows the two are connected.
“We’ll get him,” Pipes says, falling into step beside me. “This isn’t over.”
The carnage around us is a blood bath, but Stella is calming the girls as she helps lead them outside.
“Gotta clean this up,” Cash says. “Haze has gotta make the call in a few, round up all the bodies and a couple still alive for the warehouse, we better make sure they don’t know something we’re not privy to.”
Good, it’ll give me an opportunity to rip the heart right out of Barry’s chest while I’m at it.
My prez’s eyes flick to mine. “You good?”
I nod. The boys did good and I don’t wanna take away from what we achieved here. Getting those girls to safety is more important than my revenge. That can wait for another day. This at least sated the monster inside of me for a little longer.
“He just choked a man to death,” Logan says proudly. “The suit.”
“Forest,” I tell him. “He was dyin’ anyway, I wouldn’t have gotten anythin’ out of him, but I did get his cell, and his ID.” I flip out the wallet. “Goes by the name of David Forest. I’ll look into him as soon as I get back.”
Cash frowns. “Go be with your woman, we can take care of this.”
I shake my head. “All for one and one for all.”
He chuckles. “We’re not the Three Musketeers.”
“We’re headin’ out to the bayou,” Tag says from behind me. “If you wanna ride with us.”
I need to do this. Disposing of their carcasses is my form of therapy. “Fine, but after this it’s the warehouse, I owe Barry a little visit and I’m in the mood,” I say through gritted teeth.
“We fucked him up, but left him breathin’,” Harlem says cheerfully. “May as well go there first, collect his body on the way.”
“Two birds, one stone,” Tag agrees.
I love how we’re discussing disposing the bodies of men like it’s no big deal. But that’s what we do around here. We do what has to be done. Only then can I go back to Nova and really feel like I’ve achieved something. I’m bummed about Regi, but his time will come.
“Let’s go,” I say. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can go see my woman.”
“Spoken like a true brother.” Harlem grins, slapping me on the back. “Welcome to the club.”
Nova
The second I hear the straight pipes roaring up toward the clubhouse, I start to run for the doors.
I don’t care that Manny is standing watch, or that Rip is close by making sure nobody gets in or out.
“Nuh, uh,” Manny says, folding his arms over his chest.
“But—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Boss said you’re all to stay inside. I know, I know, I’m a party pooper. I could’ve been out there slaying dragons with the boys, but instead I chose to stay here and feed all of you.” He sighs dramatically.
“Manny!”
He stands firm. “No, Princess. You might have Sawyer wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours, but I have my orders.”
“I heard straight pipes.”
“Aruging won’t help matters. Give it five more seconds and they’ll be here.”
I childishly poke my tongue out as the footsteps sound on the stairs outside. “You are seriously no fun!”
“I’d rather be seriously no fun than be seriously unemployed and suffer the wrath of Cash,” Manny says, turning to look through the peephole.
He’s fucking dramatic, but what can one honestly expect?
He pulls up the two bollards — also installed by the MC so nobody could ram raid through here after the last explosion took out half the clubhouse — and unbolts the doors.
I’m pushing past him to get out, but I’m shoved back in by a sea of bikers.
“Woah, little lady,” Logan says, setting me back on my feet. “He’s right behind me.”
With his hands on my shoulders, he steers me in the right direction and I’m running.
I fly into his arms, hitting his body at full force as I take him in, my hands all over him asking him if he’s hurt. He’s covered in blood and his knuckles are bleeding.
“Not my blood,” he tells me, kissing me. “I’m fine. I’m okay.”
He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Don’t leave me like that again, I hate it. I hate not knowing if you’re okay.”
“It was crazy,” he mutters in between kisses. “Didn’t get Regi, but we got Forest, and a whole lot of other assholes.”
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “I love you so much. I need to clean you up.”
He liked that last time, and I want to do it for him.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“My cousins?”
“They’re all okay, nobody was seriously injured,” he tells me.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God.
I don’t know how we made it into the clubhouse, or up the stairs, or if anyone spoke to me because it’s all Sawyer. He sits on the end of the bed and lets me go long enough to remove his cut. I straddle him, pulling back.
“How was it really?”
He shrugs. “Good. I’m bummed we didn’t get Regi, but we still rescued those girls and that’s what matters.”
“So what happens now?”
He sighs, looking weary. “I will do a search on this asshole Forest, now I have his real name, and get everything I can. There are phone records, and no matter how they try to hide them, I can find him. I already looked through his phone, I’ve set up several traces.”
I move to the bathroom, securing the first aid kit. I soak a washcloth in warm water and bring that, too. “Gotta clean you up.”
“Give me some sugar.”
“Sawyer!” I chastise. “You’re hurt.”
“Not as much as those asswipes tonight.”
I level him with a look before he lets me between his legs. “It seems cleaning you up after a fight is something I’m perfecting.”
“You’re good at it.”
I let a few moments of silence pass as I clean his hands. “I was so worried.”
“You don’t have to be worried, babe, I’m here.”
I blink, looking up at him. “But if you get the call about Regi, you’ll be gone.”
He opens his mouth, but no words come out. “It might happen, and soon,” he says. “I have some work to do later.”
“Tonight? Sawyer, you need to rest.”
“I’ll rest when he’s dead.”
“Am I gonna have to get cross with you?” I warn sternly. “A few hours sleep, please?”
He gives me a lopsided grin. “Fine, you win, but I need to shower.” He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Come with me?”
I nod. “Y-yes.”
Of course, stripping off and being in such a small confined space could only lead to one thing.
When Sawyer’s lips meet mine, I’m lost. I want him so much.
The idea of losing him tonight was terrifying, and I know he plays things down.
Our kisses turn frantic, his tongue invading my mouth as he lifts me and pushes me up against the shower wall.
I’m so desperate for him, to feel him, to have him.
“Please,” I whisper. “I need to feel you.”
He strokes his dick through my slickness and I moan. He’s only been gone a few hours, but it’s felt like a lifetime. He juts his hips, rubbing his length up and forth without penetrating, hitting my clit as I hang onto him.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters. “You feel so good.”
“Make me come, Princess, I’m so close already.”
“You were close when I walked through that door, weren’t you?” he mutters against my neck.
“Y-yes.”
“I’ll always come back to you, do you hear me? Always.”
“I love you,” I whisper as I fall under his spell, the orgasm rolling through me as I cling to him.
And then he’s there, lining up as he slides into me. We both moan at the same time. He fills me so full. He makes me forget all the bad stuff, all the times that I wanted to escape from any kind of sexual experience. I can’t imagine it being that way with him. It’s never that way.
“I love you,” he grits, sinking in and out, in and out. We’re frantic, helplessly lost with each other.
“Is this fucking?” I pant, a grin on my face.
He swallows my words with a filthy kiss. “This is fucking, baby. Can you take it?”
“I can take it.” And I do, squeezing his length as I fall apart.
In record time, he’s coming inside me, shouting my name as he jerks violently. Stilling, he rests his forehead against mine. “That was fuckin’ unbelievable.”
“I think I like fucking,” I whisper.
“I think I like you.” He lifts me off the wall so carefully, pulling out as my feet hit the ground. “Let’s try that again on the bed.”
“I thought you were getting some sleep?” I laugh when he steps out and passes me a towel.
“Suddenly, I’m feelin’ alive again.”
Him. His warmth. His love. He’s everything.
And he’s mine. He’s here, just like he promised.
“So am I.” I smile. “Now let’s go to bed.”