“Torben will be a dead man before the sun comes up, I can promise you that, same as I promise to bring our kids home,” I promise.
“Okay, I k–know we aren’t on good terms right now, but if you care about me at all, you’ll get them home,” she pleads.
“Rachel, I fuckin’ love you and I’m not giving you up, so get that shit running around in your head out. Yeah, we got things to deal with between us, but it’s going on the back burner for now. Got me?” I demand.
Silence fills the line for a long moment before she finally answers. “I get you, and love you too,” she whispers.
“Good. Now, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll let you know the moment I’ve got them both, okay?” I state.
“Okay, Stoney,” she sniffles.
Once she answers me, I disconnect, refusing to say goodbye or some shit like that. I’ll be back with my woman and fixing shit soon enough.
Handing Shadow his phone, I ignore the grins and jokes as I head for my bike. “If you’re coming, then hurry the fuck up,” I yell over my shoulder.
“Let Kenny know I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I hear Horse say.
“Got it. Watch your backs,” Twister calls out.
Throwing up my hand, I acknowledge him without turning around.
“Prez, your head on right?” Blaze asks.
“You know it,” I growl as I throw my leg over and straddle my bike. “Let’s ride.”
Torben better pray to all that’s holy because he’s about to meet his maker before the sun comes up.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rachel
Pain throbs throughout my entire body. With all those men who stormed in here, the guys didn’t stand a chance against them. I swore they were going to kill us, but they hadn’t. Instead, the one named Jackal beat Momma B until she went still. Then he’d turned his sights on me.
“I’m gonna take those two fuckin’ brats, bitch. You should never have taken Lucien’s son. And that cunt, we already had a buyer for her.” His words rattle around my head as I fought as hard as I could to stay conscious through the beating he’d rained down on me. Between the blows to my face and stomach to the kicks he’d given with his steel-toed boots.
I know my leg is broken and I’m sure I have a few broken ribs.
I was barely coherent when the men left. But they made sure to rain hell around the clubhouse, including raping a few of the clubwhores. God, I hope they didn’t get Tiny.
When Jackal's phone rang, he silenced all the men in the room and pointed a gun at me. “Keep your trap shut and I won’t put a bullet in your head,” he’d snarled.
At the sound of Torben’s voice giving Jackal the go-ahead, the blood in my veins turns to ice. This can’t be happening. I’ve fought too hard to keep Luca and Corinne safe. I tried my hardest to get up, but my movement only gained me another kick before Jackal straddled me. “I don’t know what these men see in you. You're nothing but a whore like that momma who gave birth to you. If you weren’t my sister, I think I might have fucked you myself. But I’m not sick enough for some backwoods shit like that,” he said as his spit hit my face with each word.
As he stood back up, Jackal ordered someone to go grab my babies. “No, please don’t,” I’d pleaded, only to be silenced by a kick to the head. I fought against the stars swirling in my vision yet I wasn’t strong enough to deal with the pain.
By the time I woke up hours later, I found myself in a hospital bed, hooked to an IV, and my leg in a cast. Nerd sits in the chair next to my bed, bouncing his leg as he braces his head on his clasped hands.
“Where’s Stoney? Luca? Corinne?” I croak, causing Nerd’s head to shoot up. The grimace on Nerd’s face answered my question as it registers in his mind.
“Stoney’s gone after them, Rachel. Trust me when I say he’ll get them back,” Nerd says.
Nodding, I’d asked him if everyone else was okay. When he said Momma B was a room down the hall from me, I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. This is all my fault. If not for me, she'd never been hurt, and my babies wouldn’t be gone.
“I need to talk to Stoney. Please call him,” I plead.
Nerd pulls his phone out without hesitation and dials Stoney’s number, putting the phone on speaker, but it went straight to voicemail instead of ringing. Hanging up, he dialed another number. On the third ring, Shadow's voice fills the line.
“Shadow, Rachel’s awake and wants to talk to Prez,” Nerd says.
“Alright, hang on a minute,” Shadow responds. Muffled voices can be heard through the line before Stoney’s voice comes through.
“Hey, Doll,” he says. As much as I want to be mad at him, I can’t right now.
“Please, Stoney. Please get them back,” I say immediately upon hearing his voice. Getting Luca and Corinne back is all that matters right now.
“I’m working on getting them both now, Doll, swear to fuck I am.” He sounds so confident that he’ll get them back, but he needs to know what Jackal said.
“That man named Jackal, h–he said Torben had plans for Corinne once she got into his hands. He’s gonna sell her, I just know it, Stoney,” I say, closing my eyes to block out the rest of what he said. That man is not my brother. How would that be possible anyway? He has to be like ten years older than me. And my mom had me when she was nineteen. I don’t get it.
“Torben will be a dead man before the sun comes up, I can promise you that, same as I promise to bring our kids home,” Stoney growls.
“Okay, I k–know we aren’t on good terms right now but if you care about me at all you’ll get them home,” I murmur.
“Rachel, I fuckin’ love you and I’m not giving you up, so get that shit running around in your head out. Yeah, we got things to deal with between us, but it’s going on the back burner for now. Got me?” A shiver runs down my spine at the authoritative tone he uses as he tells me he loves me, which I know has to be true. That’s not something he’d say without meaning it. But he gives his promise we’ll work everything out.
“I get you, and love you too,” I say, wincing in pain as I lift my free hand and wipe the tears away. If he can be strong, then so can I.
“Good. Now, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll let you know the moment I’ve got them both, okay?” he states
“Okay, Stoney,” I say right before the phone goes dead. Of course, he wouldn’t let me say bye to him.
“I’m sorry, Rachel,” Nerd mutters as he puts his phone back in his pocket.
“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do this to me or Momma B. You didn’t kidnap my kids or rape those women at the clubhouse. Those assholes who came in shooting, they’re the ones responsible,” I declare.
“Yeah, but we should have protected you better,” he grumbles, leaning back in his seat.
“Nerd— nope, I can’t sit here and call you that. What the hell is your name? I feel like I’m picking on you like the jocks in high school call anyone who has their nose in a book,” I state.