Chapter 7
SAXON
This morning, I’ve decided tonight will be the night I end Damien Devonte.
The reaction Sky had last night after seeing Damien was all the confirmation I needed.
Something happened between the two of them, something that made her visibly shaken up.
I’ve never seen her that way. Sky is a strong woman—I guess you’d have to be to have grown up in her father’s club.
I’ve heard stories of his brutality, not only to his enemies but to his own members.
That’s the difference between his club and mine.
Where my father created a family within his club, Sergio created a club based on fear.
That’s where this whole rivalry began. Where most clubs tend to band together in a brotherhood, the Hellstorms chose isolation.
My father told me stories about their activities.
Where we cherish our women and children, Sergio treats them as his own personal slaves.
Torturing, beating, and using them for his own sick and sadistic pleasure.
Many women have escaped with their children to our territory, and we’ve provided protection for them.
No woman or child deserves the treatment Sergio Sagan dishes out.
And for what? He thrives on power, control, and uses fear to his advantage.
Naturally, Sky would have had to grow up strong. Seeing her reaction to that, soon to be dead, piece of shit was something I was not prepared for. I need to know what happened between the two of them, and tonight sounds like the perfect night to do so.
Pulling out my phone, I dial Finn. He answers on the first ring.
“Whatcha got for me?” Finn is always waiting for his next job. The man is like the energizer bunny, always wanting, or rather needing, to fuck shit up.
“I need you to tap Damien’s phone today. I need to know his plans for the day and where he’ll be.” I waste no time.
“I’m on it,” he replies with a cheerful laugh. I can picture him smiling through the phone.
“Finn, give me back my keys right fucking now!”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” I ask as Frieda continues yelling at Finn.
“Nah, you’re good, man. Just a little misunderstanding with my sweet little sis about who she thinks she can spend her time with.”
“Finn! He’s my study partner for class!”
“Is that what you call him?” Finn says back to her. “Think again, princess.” The slam of a door rings through the line, followed by the banging from what I assume is Frieda now being locked in her room.
“Women, am I right?” Finn says to me.
“Let me know what you find with Damien.”
“Got it.” Finn disconnects the line, but not before I hear him tell Frieda she’s not seeing whoever Jason is.
Pocketing my cell, I smile at how truly fucked up Finn and Frieda’s relationship is.
I kind of feel bad for Frieda—kind of. I understand where he’s coming from though.
Protecting your family is top priority. Frieda has no chance of ever seeing or being with a man when it comes to having Finn as her brother.
Lucky for her, she not only has to worry about Finn but also his twin brother Brooks. Double trouble for sweet Frieda.
For the next few hours, Saint and I get together our plan for taking down Damien. We go over where we’re going to take him, what torture tactics we’re going to use (my favorite part), and where we plan to dispose of him after we’ve eliminated him.
While I’ve always been a rather angry child, as some like to call it, it wasn’t until my father passed that this dark, shadowy rage morphed into the evilest form of venom.
After my mother died when I was six years old, the anger become more and more present.
And once my father passed, it was all over.
Fury is constantly flowing through my body—that’s not me bragging, it’s just facts.
The loss of the two people who loved and provided for me will do things to a young man.
For me, it created a separate entity within me: rage.
I don’t like being this full of darkness, but our past is what molds us into who we become, or so I’m told.
These are the cards I’ve been dealt, so I live with it.
Finn was able to get information about where Damien plans to go tonight by tapping his cell phone. Now it’s just a waiting game.
Saint and I have been sitting outside of Mack’s, a popular local bar, for the last hour, and I’m starting to get antsy. I like to think of myself as a patient man, but let’s be honest, I’m not.
“What time did Finn say he’d be here?” Saint groans from the driver’s seat. His attitude is as annoyed as mine.
“He was supposed to be here by six.” It’s now ten past seven, and I’m starting to think maybe Damien’s plans have changed.
Just when I’m about to call it quits, a familiar cherry-red Mazda 6 pulls into the parking lot near the side of the building.
My curiosity has suddenly taken a turn. Sitting up in the passenger seat, I pull up my phone and click to the app with the cameras at the club.
Quickly, I scan through all my feeds, and Sky is nowhere in sight.
“Wait, is that Skylar?” Saint says from beside me. Sure enough, out steps Sky, dressed in tight as fuck black leather pants, heeled boots, and a deep red flowy blouse that showcases her cleavage for every motherfucker to see.
“The fuck is she doing here?” Saint asks again. His eyes follow Sky as she enters the bar alone.
“If I had to guess, it would be for the same reasons as us.” I haven’t told Saint, or anyone for that matter, about all the men I’ve watched Skylar murder in the basement of Capital Vice.
However, Saint knows as much as I do that there’s some type of connection between Damien and Sky.
A connection that’s deeper than him being a part of her father’s motorcycle club.
A secret relationship, maybe? Even that doesn’t seem likely.
The entire time she’s been in my town, not once have I seen her with him.
This just increases my suspicion that she’s still harboring a connection to the Hellstorms. Or worse, plotting against me and my own.
Playing the role of a scared runaway, seeking refuge, all to get information to use against me. For her sake, I better be wrong.
“What do you want to do now?” I rub my hand down my face at Saint’s question, because if I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure. Before I have a moment to think of a new plan, the faint sound of a motorcycle in the distance approaches. Damien.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” I groan, leaning my head back in frustration as we watch the idiot park his bike at the front of the entrance.
“Sax, what’s the plan?” I watch as Damien removes his helmet, leaving it on the side of his bike and entering the bar. I let out a deep breath, unclick my seatbelt, and recline my seat just a bit.
“Now, we wait until ‘little miss ruins the party’ leaves.” Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, settling in for what I can only imagine is going to be a long night.
Fuck.