“I’m not sure. But, yeah, I’m leaning that way.”
“King has had a spy over there, that isn’t normal. The bullshit about Con’s first attack making him do it,” he shook his head skeptically.
“You think it has something to do with what went on between the two clubs all those years ago?” I frowned.
“Yeah. I do.”
King always had information he wasn’t telling everyone. We’d both thought it after he’d filled Wave and War in on the shit with their mom, but we had been content to let him have his secrets. Now Waverley was in danger, he couldn’t keep that shit from us anymore.
“I don’t know what the fuck he’s hiding,” War said. “But I’ll get what I can out of him and I’ll do what I can with Kansas.”
“You find Omen, you call me.”
He clapped a hand on my shoulder then headed for the office behind us. I turned to see Ballistic standing at the end of the hallway. I don’t know if he heard any of that or not but he was looking at me with something a little more than his usual intensity.
I meant what I said before, I was starting to feel completely helpless. Nothing mattered more to me than getting her back. A sharp pain hitme in the chest threatening to take me to my knees. I’d already let her down before and she got hurt. I’m not walking away this time. No one is going to hurt her again.
“Hustle, you’re with me,” Ballistic walked away, checking the clip on his gun. He shoved it into a holster and pushed out of the clubhouse doors.
“Where are we going?”
“Warehouse.”
He pulled on his helmet, started his bike and took off for the gate. My bike was parked a little further away so I jogged over and got on. Three other guys pulled out behind us, we were not taking any chances, still travelling in groups. It was a ten-minute ride out to the warehouse, through a lot of woodland and back roads with hardly any streetlights.
I tried to focus on the black top of the road ahead, not about Waverley and where she could be, or what might be happening to her. It was approaching three hours since they took her, depending on what they dosed her up with, she may still be out.
I really fucking hoped she was still under, because that meant she wasn’t hurting.
Chapter Two
When we arrived at the warehouse, there were a few lights on outside, making it easy to see where the bikes and cars were pulled up. Two of our guys were outside smoking and they waved to us and pulled back the oversized doors. I pulled right up to the door and got off the bike, taking off my helmet and dropping it on the seat as I headed inside, Ballistic right beside me.
A few of the guys nodded in our direction as the doors slid shut again with a thump. It’s by no means soundproofed here but I hadn’t been able to hear any noises as we pulled up, mostly because of the roar of the bikes, but I sure as shit could hear it now.
Inside the warehouse was mostly a wide open space and triple height ceilings but since I was last here, there had clearly been some work done. There were rooms where there hadn’t been any before, made from thick breeze blocks. They had heavy steel doors and most of them were closed.
I glanced over as Hammer appeared from a room, dragging someone by the ankle, who’s hip bone look disjointed. Ballistic whistled to get Hammer’s attention. The guy he was dragging was clearly dead, a gunshot wound in his throat, blood all over him.
“He caught Chips off guard,” Hammer grunted, dropping the guys ankle with a thud. I noticed Chips sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, with blood pouring from the side of his head, he was holding a rag up to it to stem the flow. “I had no choice.”
Ballistic hissed out a curse but nodded his head then carried on through the warehouse. I stuck behind him. Ballistic might be our Enforcer, one of the shittier jobs in the club when it came to stuff like this, but he wasn’t a psychopath. Neither was I, having worked with Ballistic for the last five years, I was already looking at the problems this was going to cause.
Bringing in this many Kingsmen was a clusterfuck. Ballistic wasn’t the type to just slaughter people. He had ways and means of doing things and killing them right off was not his way. Torturing them, figuring out who is lying and who is telling the truth is something he is good at, but it takes time. Time we don’t have.
We’re gonna have a lot to answer for if we wipe out these guys. A whole MC? That is unheard of and not something the Devil’s would usually condone.
This place is not where I need to be right now, this is about holding these guys, not torturing information out of them. They didn’t know anything anyway. I noticed Ballistic eyeballing me as we walked through to the back of the building, bypassing all the rooms with Kingsmen inside.
My eyes burned into him as we continued on and he smirked slightly, knowing I’d figured it out. He wanted me and War separated, because he knows we’re suspicious about what the real reason behind all this is, hedidoverhear us talking.
Still, I followed Ballistic into what had once been the office. It wasn’t furnished, but there was a meeting table and four chairs, one of which had a broken leg leaning haphazardly against the wall.
“You forget I know you.”
“Cut the bullshit,” I snapped.
“You’ve worked with me for years. I may not have raised you but I’ve watched you since you were a kid, and you lived under my roof. No one knows you the way I do.”
