“I’ll answer that in a second.”
I let the President and Axle, the club’s Vice President, start rounding up the men. With a moment to myself, I texted a few contacts who had access to public records and did a little bit of sleuthing myself. It wouldn’t take me long to find Devon’s address—I just had to hope that it still wouldn’t be too late.Or that we’re going to the wrong place.
Within a minute, I had an address. It was a little bit east, closer to the Fallen Saints’ side of town than our own, but if that’s where something was happening, it would, unfortunately, make sense. They wouldn’t have gone to Kaitlyn’s place, which was on our side of town. They would have gotten cut off on the retreat.
Guess we had to make sure we moved quickly enough so that we avoided the same problem.
Within two minutes, I had all of the club officers, Pink Raven, and three other club members with me. Good enough. We had ten people with guns who knew how to use them. If that wasn’t enough, then nothing would be.
“What’s going on, my son?” Father Marcellus said.
I didn’t have time to explain.
“Just follow me and be prepared to use deadly force if necessary,” I warned. “We’re going to go rescue someone who needs help.”
I hopped on my bike, waiting for everyone else to do so. Lane took the rear, along with Axle. I nodded, revved my engine, and roared out of the club headquarters. We moved like a flock of birds, in perfect formation, moving in sync to a destination that only I knew of, but which the rest of the group could easily trail.
Kaitlyn, whatever is going on there, just hold on tight. We’ll be there soon, and when we get there, I’ll do whatever it takes to rescue you. I promise.
And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for letting you get to this spot. I will make sure we get you out of it.
I looked over my shoulder when we were about halfway there. Even though I was part of this club, sometimes, I just liked the sight of seeing nearly a dozen motorcyclists charging ahead, hellbent on rescuing someone. I guess, like many other aspects of the club, you could say it reminded me of the good days.
And now is my chance to atone for that bad day. Because no one is going to die under my watch. Even if our rat got the information out, I am going to work to make sure nothing happens.
We took one more right turn and pulled into the neighborhood with Devon’s house. The good news—if you could even call it that—was that Kaitlyn’s blue Toyota was parked right out front. She was here.
The bad news was that there were no signs of motorcycles nearby. The streets, driveway—it was all clear.
I turned off my bike and took my helmet off, unholstering my gun in the process. Axle came up behind me with Butch.
“We’ll clear,” he said. “Stand by.”
The two of them drew their guns, moved up the steps...
I’ve seen this before.
I sit back.
They charge in.
They die.
“Wait!”
They paused just before the two of them climbed the stairs. I looked in the windows to try and see if I could spot anything. I thought I saw a glimmer of a movement, but I couldn’t be sure. I waved them back.
“What?” Axle said when he returned.
“I just... call it a feeling, but if they’re in there, and they heard us coming, they’re going to wait to ambush us as soon as we walk in that door,” I said. “We should circle around the back. Find a back entrance. Ambush the ambushers.”
Axle pursed his lips. Butch expressed no emotion, no thoughts either way.
“Okay,” Axle said. “Lane!”
“We’ll split into two groups,” Lane said. “Patriot, I’m going with you. Axle, lead the rest.”
