Capone slips inside. His eyes grow wide when he sees Chains standing in the middle of the floor, not moving from his spot at the door. Chains glances over and spots Capone standing there.
“You’re dead, old man,” Capone growls. He pulls his gun up and aims it at Chains’ head.
“No, you thought I was dead. As you can see, I’m very much alive and I’m going to kill you.” Chains responds, pulling his gun and aiming it at my President. John tries to sneak out, but he heads in my direction. No time for hesitation now. I come out of the shadows and head right for John. His eyes widen in fright. I’m across the floor in a few quick strides and grab him by the front of his shirt, lifting his scrawny frame off the floor. I slam him into the wall behind him when I hear a gunshot ring out. I turn my head with my hand wrapped around John’s throat. Chains falls to the ground, a bullet in his brain.
“He’s dead now.” Capone’s voice is mellow with no remorse. The only time I’ve heard him talk this way is when he’s lost in the chaos of taking a life. The only way he’ll come back is to either work the aggression off with a quick fuck from one of the club whores or in the ring.
The weasel dick motherfucker I have pinned to the wall is trying to claw at me to release my grip, turning my attention back to him.
“What are you going to do with me?” John asks. His voice is high and ragged. I relax my grip just a little so he can breathe.
“We’re going to have some fun with you.” I slam his head against the wall and he falls unconscious after one hit. “Pussy.” I drop John’s body to the floor and secure his hands and feet with zip ties. I gag him and cover his eyes with a bandanna.
“Prospect, put him in the van and make sure he’s away from the girls. We don’t want them scared any more than what they are.” I order. “And if he wakes up, knock his ass out again.”
“You got it VP.” The prospect drags John’s unconscious body out the door. He isn’t gentle with him.
I approach Capone and rest a hand on his shoulder. “Brother, you good?” I know he isn’t right now, but I hope I can break through the chaos his head is in.
“I will be.” Capone shrugs off my hand and approaches Chains’ lifeless body. He kneels down next to him and searches his pockets. He pulls out a cell phone, his wallet and a photo.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m not sure, but if Chains was alive, that means he might have been behind the shit with Los Demons.” He unfolds the picture.
I look at it and my stomach sinks to my toes. Rage vibrates through my body. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah, brother. Holy fuck.”
Chapter 10
Blayze
Once we get all the girls loaded into the vans, Capone and I ride straight to the Bloody Scorpions clubhouse. Bear left with the vans to make sure they get to our place safely. The picture Chains had on him still makes my blood boil.
Capone has been too quiet during the whole thing and I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking the same thing I am. Someone has some serious explaining to do.
We arrive at the meeting spot about a half a mile away from Bloody Scorpions clubhouse and shut off our bikes. The wind picks up leaving a chill down my spine. This will be another blood bath. We dismount and find our guys. Derange, Trigger, Torch, Red and Tiny are waiting in the woods surrounding the clubhouse. They have a perfect angle for watching the Bloody Scorpions and they don’t even know we’re here. My brothers are looking at Capone, waiting for direction from our Prez, but I know he isn’t in the right frame of mind to lead anyone right now. He wants bloodshed and wants it now.
Capone doesn’t say a word. He’s staring at the clubhouse ready to seek revenge, so I take the lead. “Give us the details.”
“Two guys outside, rotating every hour on the hour. The rest are inside and from the sounds of it, they’re having a party.” Red answers.
“Eliminate the two outside quietly. We need a distraction to draw the rest of the guys out. Get them away from the innocents inside.”
Torch smiles, “I have an idea.” That crazy look he has isn’t good for them. I’ve seen it before and we had the Fire Marshall up our ass for a few weeks. Fuck it.
“Go do your thing, Torch.” I give him the go ahead. He disappears into the night, whistling a tune. I shake my head turning my attention back to the guards outside. They’re strapped with AK47’s pacing back and forth along the porch. One walks to the left and the other to the right. Once they reach the edge of the open porch, they turn back. “How long do we have before they rotate.”
“Twenty minutes.” Red answers.
The guys are looking at Capone, concern in their eyes. I need to snap him out of this rage brewing before we go in. Our brothers need their leader. I grab Capone by the shoulders and pull him away from the rest of the guys.
“Capone, pull yourself together.” I step into his space, trying to get a reaction out of him.
“Fuck you, Blayze.” Capone’s jaw ticks with every beat.
“Look, I get it. I do. But we can’t fix that now and your men need you. They need you to direct and lead them. Don’t puss out on them now.”
“Fuck off. I’m not.” He clenches and unclenches his fists. The rage burning in his eyes would make a sane man back off. No one said I was sane. It’s why I’m the V.P. My job is to keep my Prez’s head in the game.
“You are. You’re being a little bitch right now.” I get in Capone’s face. “Not the President we all know you are. You’re letting your emotions run you. They can see it. So, get it the fuck together. Then once this is settled you can crack some skulls.”
Capone closes his eyes for a brief second before opening them again. The glint in his eyes returns. “You’re right. Let’s kill these fuckers then deal with that.”
I slap him on the back. “Exactly, Prez. These are your men and they need you now.”
“Thanks, Blayze.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” I shrug my shoulders.
Turning back, we reach the guys and Capone takes the lead. “We’re going in and going hard. No mercy on any of these dick bags. If you witnessed what we’d seen, you’d understand. They had at least twenty women and little girls chained to beds forced to sit in their own piss and shit. They were all undernourished, raped and beaten. Danyella talked about us and she never gave up hope and she spread that through the rest of the girls. They never gave up hope.” Capone takes a second to gather his emotions. “They’re currently heading to our clubhouse, safe. We killed four of their men, captured one and killed someone who I thought was already dead.”
“Who?” Trigger asks.
Capone blinks a few times before answering. “We captured John James and I ended Chains’ life for the second time.”
“I thought he was already dead after what he did to Monica?” Red questions.
“I thought so too. It appears Chains had connections to another MC that we didn’t know about. This MC.” Capone points to the Bloody Scorpions clubhouse. “They must have snatched him up when I left him for dead. But no matter how much protection he had; he’s now dancing with the devil with a bullet in his brain.”