At the last second, Phantom found out that we were at the wrong location. That he had Brooke in an old brick building a couple of miles away. Phantom spotted a couple of suspicious security cameras and tracked where the signal was coming from. That’s how he found out Jared’s location.
Ink, Gears, and I got on our bikes while the rest of the club stayed at the fake location. Phantom said that it looked like there weren’t many people there. He only saw one car from the security cameras.
Gears, Ink, and I climb off our bikes and rush toward the brick building. No one is standing outside the main entrance.
I look at all of them and nod before opening the door. With my gun raised, I walk into the building, but don’t see anyone. I slightly lower my weapon and keep moving, Gears and Ink following me.
I walk down a small, cold hallway, following a male voice. I have a feeling this is where I will find Brooke. I don’t want Brooke to suffer more than she already has.
As I quietly stalk closer to the male, I raise my gun to eye level. I want to be prepared to shoot anything and anyone if they pose a threat.
The plan that Gears, Ink, and I had was to stop at the door and listen to what was going on. See if there were multiple people talking. My main focus is to get Brooke out and leave, but it was better to come prepared with a plan.
“I want to kill every last one of them!” the guy yells.
Taking a deep breath, I look behind me at Gears and Ink. I nod and exhale. As fast as I can, I throw my body forward.
I stand in the entrance of the cold room and see Jared’s back. I look down the barrel and aim, shooting him in the shoulder. He groans in pain and falls to the floor.
I look around the room, searching for Brooke. My eyes land on her, hanging from the ceiling. Frozen and shocked, I take in her battered body. Her face is so swollen that her eyes are shut. There are several cuts that are still oozing, and she is littered with bruises. My eyes make their way down to her legs, where a knife is still stuck in her thigh.
“I’ll get Jared. Gears, help Bear get Brooke down,” Ink orders.
I snap out of my trance and jog toward Brooke. I wrap my arms around her, trying not to put too much pressure on any of her wounds. I hold her body against mine as Gears unlocks the chains from her wrists.
Brooke sags into my hold and groans. I shift her slightly, trying not to touch the knife, so she is more comfortable in my arms.
“Shhh, everything is going to be okay. I’ve got you now. You are safe,” I whisper into her ear.
I make my way toward the entrance of the room, being careful not to jostle her.
“Gears, bring Jared to the compound with Ink. I have to get Brooke to Razor,” I bark, walking out of the room.
I rush down the hallway and out the door. The sun’s rays bounce off our skin, warming us a little. I look around for the van Razor will be waiting in.
Razor is a doctor, so if anything happens with a club member, he can fix us up. His van is fully stocked with everything he could possibly need.
I wanted to bring Razor along in case Brooke needed medical attention while we were driving back to the club compound. And she most definitely needs it.
“Put her back here and stay with me. The prospect can drive us. I may need your help,” Razor instructs.
I gently set Brooke down on the seat and climb in.
“Drive!” I yell once I’ve closed the door.
Quickly, he launches the van forward, and I fall backward.
“Watch it! Drive fast but carefully,” I growl out.
I don’t want to lose Brooke in a car accident after saving her. I really wanted to drive, but Razor is right, what if he needs my help? I don’t want to leave the prospect to help Razor and mess things up even more.
The prospect starts to shake a little and fold in on himself. I growl as his shaking causes the van to jostle.
“Boy, you better stop shaking, or you will have two angry bikers coming your way. Get yourself under control and get us back to the compound!” Razor yells.
I turn around as Razor opens packages and cleans off some of Brooke’s wounds. The more he cleans Brooke’s skin, the more injuries we see.
“Help me clean her off. Gently use these wipes. I need to see how bad everything is,” Razor says, handing me the gauze.
