“Are you sure?” Trigger asks from his seat. I give him a cold hard stare. Trigger raises his hands in defense. “I’m just asking.”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure. The door was unlocked. Monica always locks the door behind her. It gives her peace of mind knowing she’s safe behind a closed door since the attack.” I grip the back of my chair hard. Rage is burning through my veins. “The fucking bedroom window is open. Motherfucker. She never opens it. And she isn’t in there.”
“Alright. Calm down.” Capone raises his voice. If he wasn’t my Prez I would’ve throttled him for telling me to calm down. “Who isn’t here now that was before?” Capone looks at Dagger.
“I’ve been with Daisy saving her life. How in the fuck am I supposed to know?” Dagger growls.
“What about you, Bear?”
Bear shrugs his massive shoulders. “I’ve been keeping an eye on our prisoner. I didn’t even realize you guys were back.”
“That’s it. Let me at him, Prez. He has answers.” I need to get to the bottom of this.
“Aye. Red and Tiny go check the CCV cameras and see if you can find anything. Whoever did this knows the layout of our clubhouse. Dagger and Bear, stay with the girls. Watch for anything suspicious. The rest of you with Blayze and me.” Capone slams the gavel on the table ending the meeting.
We all file out quickly heading to our designated spots. I’m walking at a fast pace toward the room where John fucking James is being held when a strong hand grips my shoulder, slowing me down. “I need you to keep a level head.” Capone stares me down. “When I needed it, you put me in my place. Now I’m doing the same for you. We need answers and we won’t get them if you kill him.”
“I’m going to kill him but not until I get what we need. Trust me.” I crack my neck.
“I do trust you. Right now, your head is ready to kill him. But trust what’s in here.” He jabs my stomach with his finger. “Trust this. I want my sister back but that won’t happen if he’s dead.”
“Aye, Prez.” I stop in front of the door separating me from the weasel dick motherfucker. “I won’t kill him until I have answers.”
Capone unlocks the door and I twist the knob, opening it. I step inside. John is tied to a metal chair in the middle of the floor. He picks his head up when he hears us enter. “It’s about time you showed up. The hospitality sucks around here.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I circle around him. “You don’t speak unless spoken to.”
John tries to follow me, but his head will only swivel so far. I step around the chair until I’m towering over him. “Intimidation. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Blayze.” John says my name with disgust.
“Why were you working with Chains and the Bloody Scorpions?” I cross my arms over my chest. John casts his eyes down onto the floor not answering. “I’ll ask you again because I know you’re stupid. Why were you working with Chains?”
“Fuck off. I don’t have to answer you.”
“No, you don’t. I can prolong your death and make you scream for your mama if you don’t answer the question or I can make it quick if you tell me what you know.” I lean over him and pull out my knife pressing it against his throat. “Either way you’re not walking out of here.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“Fine.” I nick his throat with the blade of my knife and blood trickles down onto his shirt. “Your choice.” I split his shirt open with my knife exposing his skin. John struggles with the zip ties trying to get away. My fist connects with his ribs. A satisfying crunch vibrates up my arm. John inhales a sharp breath.
“Last chance, asshole. Why were you working with the Bloody Scorpions and who took Monica?” My fist connects with John’s face and his head snaps back. Blood trickles from his nose.
His head snaps back. “Monica is missing?” The fear in his beady eyes is unmistakable.
“Yes, cock sucker. Someone took her.” I hit him again in the ribs, hearing one crack under the force of my blow. “And you know who and why. So, tell me or that lung I just punctured will drown you and you’ll die a slow and painful death.”
I bring my fist back to punch him again. “Wait. Wait. Wait.” John pleads trying to catch his breath.
I drop my fist, “I’m waiting.” I growl.
“If someone took her from here then you have a rat. This thing is bigger than you know. I was only working for the Bloody Scorpions because they forced me. Made me do it. They found out about my fetish and used it against me. I swear I have nothing to do with Monica disappearing.”
“You’re full of shit.” I press my blade against John’s stomach and watch the blood seep out. I slowly pull my knife up splitting the skin.
“I swear! I’m not lying!” John screams in pain. “The Bloody Scorpions were just a front for another club. Chains knew what he was doing when he approached them. Drew, my brother was a stupid idiot and fell for it. I didn’t which is why they blackmailed me into using the studio to run the girls through.” John clenches his jaw in pain. Sweat beads from his forehead. “I swear, Chains was using Drew and the rest of the MC. He knew they were your biggest rival and you wouldn’t hesitate to take them down. Now with the Scorpions out of the way, there’s room for one more. And if Monica is missing, the ball is already rolling.” Tears fall down John’s face mixing with his blood. “I don’t know who it is, but if Monica is gone, she’s in danger.” He breathes harshly, trying to catch his breath through the punctured lung. I should feel bad, but I don’t. John James brought this on himself. He knew the moment he crossed us this would be the end. “Just do it. End me now. But promise me you’ll find her. She might not have loved me, but I did care for her.”
Adrenaline fuels my body. My hand is steady as I drive the blade into John’s throat ending his life. No one in the room says a word as the life drains from John James’s eyes. Once his body stops twitching, I drag my eyes from his limp form and land on Capone.
“Let’s go brother and sniff out a rat.” Capone walks out the door and I follow. We have a traitor among our ranks and we won’t stop until he’s found.
Chapter 13
Blayze
I’m pacing back and forth in the common room waiting to hear from Tiny and Red. They’ve been holed up in the communications room poring over the CCV cameras for the last hour. One of the prospects and Dagger cleaned up John James’ body and disposed of it. We don’t know who to trust so each prospect will always have a patched in club member with them until this is resolved.
The girls we brought in are still up. Some are wandering around the room while others are sleeping on the couches and chairs. They’ve had a hard life and deserve to be at peace even if it’s temporary.
Danyella approaches me sitting at the bar. Her once vibrant green eyes are haunted. Her skinny frame makes me agitated all over again. “Hey big brother.”
“Hey, squirt. How are you doing?” I turn to face Danyella as she sits next to me on the other stool. I feel bad for not asking her what happened when we got back but finding Monica has been my top priority.