So many fucking assholes I need to deal with.
The real problem is Storm. How I’m going to deal with that shit is what I need to start planning for. Getting a look at the crew he has around him will help. First, we have a traitor to break.
Everyone is confused when we pull over but no one questions it. We rode a mile out to be sure. Rebel refuses to allow me to head back alone and pulls Nashville over to fill him in. As the sargent-at-arms, part of his job is to protect the Prez, act as a bodyguard. I’ve never asked that of him but he can handle it if he needs to.
We ride back toward the clubhouse but pull into the back lot of the church so as not to alert anyone we’re here.
“This shit is messed up,” Nashville says as we walk around the back of the bar. “I know he’s working with the fucker, but setting us up like this? What is he gonna get from it?”
“That’s what we need to find out. And fast.”
“You think Storm is planning to take us out?”
“I think he’s always been planning something, only now he’s found an idiot to sacrifice so he can get what he wants.”
“What’s the plan?” Nashville asks when we go in through the back of the clubhouse and I fill him in as we walk into the corridor that connects to the bar.
I text Blaze that we’re in place, he replies, ‘two minutes’. We stand quietly in the dark corridor and wait. The door opens, light spills in but we’re around the corner out of sight.
“What do you mean something went wrong?” Ronin asks.
“I don’t know,” Blaze replies sounding panicked.
This is part of the plan to make him believe Storm has got the drop on us.
“Fuck what’s happened? Are we gonna have to go out there? We need to kick their asses if they’re going against the club.”
Sonofabitch. That he even has the fucking balls to say that shit. Blaze rounds the corner first and steps behind me, Chains is next, and he stalls when he sees me. He looks confused, his head turning this way and that, not sure what to do.
It’s clear when he realizes he’s fucked cos he goes to pull a weapon, but Ronin and Gunner are behind him and grab his arms. Nashville takes his gun and I move to stand in front of him.
“What is this, what’s going on? Prez?”
“Before the end of the night,” I snarl. “You’re gonna wish you’d never heard the name Storm.”
A moment of fear flashes before his eyes before I pull back and hit him right in the center of his face, knocking him out cold.
“Van’s out back,” Blaze says, not even the slightest bit bothered by the sight of Chains hanging limp between our two brothers, blood pouring out of his mouth.
They drag him through into the clubhouse and throw him into the back of the van. Ronin rolls him onto his stomach, grabs his hands and zip-ties them behind his back. He does the same to his feet, then pulls a black bag down over his face.
He gets out and slams the door as Nashville and I get into the passenger seats next to Blaze.
Fury and Rebel catch up to us when we’re halfway to the farm, staying behind us all the way.
This was not the problem I planned on dealing with tonight, which means that asshole gets one more day of his normal, pathetic fucking life.
He doesn’t know the devil is coming for him. And if I don’t get what I want out of Chains, he’s going to feel my wrath even harder.
Chapter Fifteen
Taylor
I’ve lost track of how many patients have asked about my cuts and bruises, and bandaged wrist. I’ve made up a stupid excuse about falling off my bike. No one needs to know I don’t actually own a bicycle. It’s better than saying I fell down the stairs, that will only get their brains working in the wrong direction.
I also don’t want to share that I was attacked by a psycho on a motorcycle. It’s bad enough that Noah figured it out after seeing the news report. I contacted the news station after he left to tell them to remove the footage of me or I’ll sue them. Drastic maybe, but I don’t want my image out there for anyone to see.
All last night and this morning at the clinic I’ve been thinking about Noah. It’s alarming that the threat he made against the person who hurt me isn’t what is re-playing over and over. The man knows how to take care of a woman. In more ways than one.
