That was where we were headed.
As we cruised down the main road, taking the last turn we needed in order to roll straight by their clubhouse, I recognized a car parked in the parking lot across the street from their building. The car was still half a mile out, as was their abandoned, moss-covered building, but I’d know that car anywhere.
“What the fuck is Aria doing here?” I murmured to myself.
If she went poking around in Devil’s Rage territory without any knowledge of them, then she was naiver that I thought. I had to get her the fuck out of there. I clenched my jaw at the thoughts of what they could possibly be doing to her right then. The guys rolled to a stop about a block and a half away from the building and I watched as everyone pulled their weapons off their hips.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” I said as I held up my hand.
Fangs tossed me a look. “You got an issue with this plan?”
My eyes quickly darted toward Aria’s vehicle before I turned my bike around to face the entire club.
Might as well be honest with them.
“See that parking lot over my left shoulder?” I asked.
The sea of heads nodded in unison.
“That’s a civilian car. She was one of the workers at the homeless shelter. She’s volatile, ignorant, and she thinks she knows it all. And if she’s been spotted as easily as I spotted her vehicle, the Devil’s Rage already have her in their clutches.”
The guys quickly holstered their guns while Fangs took the reins from there. We had a protocol for these kinds of situations. Fangs took to a nonverbal approach just in case we were being watched, and as he held numbered fingers in the air, we took a vote on what number had the highest number of hands raised in the air.
“All right,” Fangs said, “plan three. Bender? You’re up.”
I drew in a deep breath before I moved my bike over to the curb. I slid off and pulled my helmet away from my head, dropping it down onto the handlebars. Plan Three meant I went in by myself while the guys surrounded the building and prepared for me to find a way to flush them all out. And with Aria surely in those assholes clutches—especially since I didn’t see her in the car in the first fucking place—I wanted to be in there with her.
I needed to make sure she got out alive.
I slipped down an alleyway and got as close to the building as I could. I stalked around the outer perimeter, taking stock of the lights that were turned on all the way up at the top floor of the building. I hissed beneath my breath, cursing that woman’s existence while I scouted the best way to get into the building.
However, I didn’t even get to the side fucking entrance before I was intercepted.
“Gotcha,” a guy hissed.
I could’ve taken him down easily, but the sawed-off shotgun he pointed directly at my back had my hands in the air quicker than usual. These idiots weren’t to be fucked around with, and maybe after this chaos, Aria would understand that. In some respects, she deserved whatever the hell she got from this problem she couldn’t leave the fuck alone.
And in other respects, I’d kill anyone who had touched her.
“Well, well, well,” Bullet said as the man guided me into one of the top-floor rooms, “look at who we have here.”
Aria’s eyes widened the second I entered the room. The guy behind me shoved my lower back with his shotgun, stumbling me toward Bullet. She had a gag in her mouth and looked as if she had been crying. Her hands were absolutely tied behind her back, and the chair she sat on beside the Devil’s Rage’s President had her legs forcibly parted.
At least her mouth won’t ruin this for me.
“So,” Bullet said as he stood. “I found this little treasure taking pictures of us from across the street.”
He ran his hand through Aria’s hair and she darted away from him. Her eyes turned to fire as quickly as they turned back to fear as Bullet gripped her hair, yanking her up from the seat. I took a step toward them before his men held me back, clinging to my arms as he pulled Aria so close that their lips almost touched.
The anger rushing through my system shivered my jaw as Bullet tilted his head. “I bet you’re a good lay, aren’t you, sweet girl?”
Aria growled at him through the gag before he shoved her back into the chair. “Sit there and shut up.”
Not like she had a way to talk in the first place, but I had already envisioned that man’s head on a spike. He had touched her, and that would be his final sin. I’d rip that fucker’s head away from his neck and toss it out the window for the god damn turkey vultures to feed on.
And as Bullet turned his attention back to me, I tried to ignore the sound of Aria sniffling as she tried holding back her tears.
“Some of my men recognized her from the shootout earlier,” Bullet said.
