He nods furiously and starts to beg for his life.
“Please, I’ll do anything! Anything!” he pleads.
“Tell me what I want to know, and I won’t kill you,” I say and give Havoc a look.
“Yes, yes, anything!”
“Who wanted my woman? Who is this important guy who wants her?” I ask as I wipe off the gardening shears with Hector’s shirt.
“Her…her dad!”
All heads whip over to Brock and a few gasps are let out.
“Her dad?”
“Her dad?” I question again. I want to make sure I heard him correctly.
Christ! I’d just spoken to Roger Walker not that long ago and told him to get the next flight out here as soon as possible. I’ve made Raegan an easy grab. I’d more than believe that douchebag Dennis would be the one over her own flesh and blood.
“Yeah, he’s a sick fucker. He’s got a real thing for her,” Brock elaborates.
What the fuck?
“Why would Roger Walker want you to bring his daughter here?” Havoc pipes up from behind Brock. “All he has to do is call and she’d meet with him.”
“Roger?” Brock gives a confused look. “I don’t know a Roger.”
“Then who the fuck are you talking about?” Havoc booms, coming around from behind and punching him in the face.
“Den…Dennis… the mayor. He…wanted us to grab her. He’s got some plan for her to get something from you.”
That motherfucker! Now it’s all starting to make sense. I always hated that piece of shit and should’ve taken him out years ago when he was trying to turn the entire town against us.
Our time is running out before this place is flooded with cops, the last thing we need is to be caught here with a lot full of dead bodies. So we need to wrap this up and get back to Raegan. I know we’ve got a few prospects guarding her, but I’m the one that needs to protect her. Havoc must catch my internal thoughts because he pulls out his gun and aims it at Brock.
“Wait, wait! I thought you said if I talked then you wouldn’t kill me,” Brock squeaks like a rubber ducky.
“I said I wouldn’t kill you. I never said that you were walking out of here alive.”
We start to bag up the contents from the table when a pleading Brock starts yelling his head off. A single gunshot ends the noise. Making sure we have all our things, Blaze lights a match and tosses it against the wall as flames start to engulf the room. We start to venture out of the graveyard that was once called the home of Viper MC.
After making sure nothing can be traced back to us, Blaze and Dash cover the outside of the clubhouse in gasoline along with some of the salvage yard and ignite it into a fiery bonfire. We wait for them to get across the fence safely before we load up in the vans and head back the hour to our clubhouse. I need to get cleaned up, dispose of our clothes and weapons, then go and see how my woman is doing. She should be out of surgery by now, but I haven’t received any word from Dad or Melissa yet.
My feet are on autopilot as I trace my path through the halls the same way as I did before Raegan went into surgery. There’s a lot of activity happening in this section of the hospital tonight, and no one stays still long enough to answers any of my questions. Finally, a young nurse with a clipboard stops and tells me that Raegan should be in recovery by now and is on the third floor.
Some of my brothers stayed back at the clubhouse to help watch over Reaper and Twitch, but a handful came with Havoc and me to check on Raegan. As soon as we stepped off the elevator and onto the third floor, I see both of our prospects standing outside of a room towards the end of the hall.
I give a tight nod as I brush passed them and open the door. The light is dim in the room, Sutton is in a chair with a large blanket draped around her shoulders with Rocky right beside her. Melissa and Dad are on the other side of the bed. The farther I walk in, I notice the breathing tube missing from Raegan’s mouth, and she has a little more color in her cheeks. The thud of my boots against the floor causes Dad to whip around as fast as lighting with a handgun pointing straight at me. My hands automatically raise, and I see a sigh of relief cross his face.
“Oh, thank god!” Melissa sighs getting up from her chair and rushing over to hug me. “We’ve been so worried about you boys.” She leaves me to hug Havoc and then Riot.
“We’re good, Melissa,” I say not taking my eyes off my little wildcat. “How’s she doing? Everything work out okay?”
“Ian was able to remove the bullet from her stomach cavity and repair a slight tear in the abdomen wall. He patched up the other two bullet wounds, thankful that the bullets didn’t hit anything major. She’ll be in a sling for a while and will need help getting up and down until her stomach muscles heal, but she should make a full recovery. She lost a lot of blood, but once they replenished the loss, her levels have been improving.”
I feel the weight on my shoulders lift and let out a breath I was holding.
“Has she woken up yet? Do we know how her head is?” I ask, seeing the bandage at her hairline.
