I shrugged Soar’s concern off and headed towards Illuminate, dialling Warden.
Pipes roared; McKay was running. Sadly, I couldn’t start a fight in public, or I’d have ripped McKay from his Harley.
Rook stood at the entrance of the nightclub, andhonestly, was the last thing I needed right now. I wanted to absorb what McKay had claimed. But I didn’t have that luxury. There was work to be done.
The news had reached the club. It was obvious when I walked in. Eyes bored into me, checking for cracks and tears. There’d be no more crying. Shit, I was finished with that. It solved nothing. Coolly, I nodded at my brothers and caught Dare’s gaze. Dare searched my face for a few seconds before nodding.
“Church,” Warden said from the hallway. Vogue handed me a glass of Coke as she passed.
Grateful, I smiled slightly. She didn’t have to say anything; Vogue was showing her support by not speaking.
Warden banged the gavel once we were all seated and turned to me. “Church is in session. Dynamo, I owe you. Whatever you want is yours. I’d have lost Iona and my baby today if you’d not stepped in.”
“I want McKay alive,” I stated.
“We’ll make that happen,” Warden promised.
Calmly, I looked around at my brothers and sisters. No one avoided my gaze. “McKay states that he and his club raped me. Honestly, I don’t remember. I might not have been able to see faces. I could recognise voices. However, I was constantly drugged. McKay could have been there, and I wouldn’t know.”
“Do you want to?” Undertaker asked.
“Yes. If McKay touched me, he’ll pay like theothers.”
Some of my brothers winced, but several grinned. Once I’d come out of my fugue state, I’d gone batshit crazy on the assholes who’d held me. They’d suffered longer than me and far worse. I had Slasher; they didn’t.
For three months, they were tortured daily before they died. If McKay and the Screaming Barons had been involved, they’d pay the same way.
“There could be more of those assholes alive,” Undertaker commented.
“Never asked Myers how many bodies were found or if they’d been identified. That’s a huge oversight.” Warden looked guilty.
“McKay went quiet and hid. What’s the betting they’ve been building up?” Vogue inquired.
“That’s a sure thing. If they had two Bloody Scorpions with them, then McKay’s got allies,” Warden agreed.
“Are the Bloody Scorpions behind the trafficking, or was McKay?” Vogue asked.
“Damn good question. The Bloody Scorpions would make sense as they’ve chapters across the country, much like us. We need to inform Jameson about our suspicions. Difficult to believe McKay is this organised,” Warden muttered.
“Is it?” I said, shocking everyone. “McKay plays dumb, but he’s not. The motherfucker had more secrets than we realised. Trafficking isn’t hard. You kidnap the girls, lock them up, and sell at auction. Very easy for the Screaming Barons to make plentyof dough.”
“He’d need the contacts,” Vogue shook her head.
“Nope. McKay needed one contact who could spread the word. Iona described what she saw at their clubhouse. Imagine a young teen or woman strung over that. They’d break within a week. McKay could take them anywhere, and they wouldn’t try to run,” I stated.
Most of the club looked appalled, but Warden held my gaze. “It’s possible.”
“Yeah,” I agreed softly. “Plus, Katie and I were both targeted by traffickers. Iona has been taken once and nearly again today. Prez, we were kidnapped to send a message.”
Warden couldn’t deny my words, as he closed his eyes in pain.
“The message was received; we’re not invincible. Your road captain was taken and held for two months. Your enforcer’s baby sister was held for six months and forced into prostitution. A message was sent, and we missed it. Today McKay ensured you received it loud and clear.”
None of them could deny my words. The truth was out. We’d been too stupid to see it when I’d been abducted, and that had led to Katie being kidnapped and sold to a whorehouse. Today McKay had opened our eyes, and we were the fools. But he’d pay. I swore on my life that he would. For now, I needed to work out; I was itching to get out of my skin.
Knuckles stepped back and wiped sweat from his brow. We bumped fists, both of us panting, and headed to the corner to have our gloves removed. I’d been surprised when he’d approached me after I kicked his ass, but Knuckles had been a good sport about it.
“If I had to lose to anyone, I’d pick you,” he’d said gamely. Followed by, “Want a sparring partner?”
