SITTING TIED TO A CHAIR, I wait, it’s all I can do. My body aches in ways I didn’t think was possible. I was cuffed in the back of the van and basically not strapped down, so I flew at every bump we hit. Now here I am, sitting in some room with a bag over my head and my arms cuffed behind a chair.
I hear footsteps and someone drawing close, lifting the bag off my head. “Sorry to have to get you here like this but we got issues with your Old Man.”
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but Hangman and I broke up.”
His jaw clenches. “Heard that but doesn’t change the fact that you still belong to him.” Shit, I should have known at some point I’d have trouble on my step because of who Carson is.
“Can I just ask why I’m here, maybe a name or two?” I try not to be sassy, just honestly asking. So, I hope my voice resonates that.
“Name’s Hunter, I’m the president of the Jack’s Devils MC.” He’s a good-looking guy, built much like Carson, but closer to thirty I would think in age. Light-brown hair trimmed close to the scalp; deep-brown eyes that seem to be haunted. “Sorry I hit you, by the way. Usually don’t touch a woman like that.”
Another man comes into the room after he apologizes, and I recognize him. He’s a member of Carson’s MC. I just never got his name. One of the older guys. Shit, Carson was right when he said there might be a rat in the club. My eyes widen at the sight of him, and he sighs. “Gonna have to kill her now, she saw my face.”
“You’re done with that club anyway. And you know my rules—unlike Hangman, the fuck—I don’t kill women.” That shocks me to my core. Carson kills women?
“That a surprise to you? Shouldn’t be, should know what you’re getting with. Fucker killed both his daughters’ moms. Killed that bitch Shannan over you, too.”
“Why?” I ask the man from Carson’s club.
He shrugs, “Hangman was starting to become a pussy, and I want no part in that shit. Things were good before you came into the picture. Well, since Melissa came in the picture really. You were just the catalyst to it all,” he tells me. “Now the fucker changed the rules, no more bitches naked in the clubhouse, must wear condoms, wants fucking family day once a month, shit like that.”
My heart blooms a little at those changes. I love that he thought to make them. Oh god, if these guys do kill me, what will happen to my dad, to Tomas, hell even Carson? I never got to tell him I loved him.
Hunter speaks again, “While this is great and all, you airing your grievances against Hangman. We have bigger fucking issues to deal with. Like the fact that fucker blew up my damn clubhouse. You are here, Justine, because I want a trade. Him for you.”
I shake my head. “He would never do that. Not for me.” I think about his children and grandchildren. That, I could see. But me, no.
“Oh, but he would. In the meantime, we’ll take you to a room so you can get cleaned up and we can see to your nose. I didn’t hit you hard enough to break it, but you did bleed a lot. Then we’re gonna have a reunion with someone that’s just itching to see you.”
Who the hell would want to see me in this club?
Chapter Forty-nine
Hangman
Roaring, I throw another lamp around the room, two of the guys have to subdue me—with great difficulty, but they manage it.
“You need to get your head together, man, doing this shit isn’t gonna bring your woman back.” Rage’s voice washes over me, fuck, I’m so out of it I don’t even know who’s around me right now.
“You’re right, but fuck, we’re getting nowhere. Hunter hasn’t made a call yet about having her.”
Just then my burner phone goes off. Thankfully, the brothers had a backup phone for me after I smashed my old one. Taking the phone out of my pocket I look at it, and it’s an image of Justine taped to a chair. The urge to crush the phone is strong, but I manage to just hand it over to Rage as he gets to work on getting Wiz and Manic to find me a location.
“Pres, another text came through, says to meet alone or you’ll never see her again.”
“Fuck that, you know how we operate. Get guys to go stealth, you know the ones. We’re going full-on, on this. No one fucks with me or my woman,” I growl out.
“Got it,” Rage says and gets back to work. I look around the room and notice all the members are here except Wrath.
“Anyone seen Wrath?” He’s been missing a lot, only showing up for Church. He even missed the claiming.
“Nah, boss, he’s been busy with personal shit far as I know,” Gunner tells me. This isn’t right, something about this isn’t right.
“What personal business? He has no family.” That we know of anyway. Fuck, how do we not know much about a brother, the old fuck has been around longer than me, but we know next to nothing about him.
“I’ll get Manic on him,” Gunner says, rushing out of the room to head back to our shed out back.
“Police, open up!” What the fuck now?
I go to the door and open them, seeing that shit-stain that was here at the raid, alone. “What can I do for you, officer?” I drawl, hoping he speeds this the fuck up since I have shit to do. The rest of the boys are scrambling around trying to make sure their families and the rest of mine are safe.
“Don’t know how you did it, you sick fuck, but you got me canned. This is fucking payback.” He holds up a gun but before he can pull the trigger, Rage comes around the side of the building and hits him over the head with the butt of his own gun. The cop drops to the ground instantly, blood rushing from his head.
“Get him in my shed, I want to have fun with him once we get Justine back. Need to burn off this fucking feeling I’m going through.” Once Justine is back, I’m fucking her six ways from Sunday then slicing up this motherfucker. Can’t think of a better celebration.
“Got a location,” Wiz says, panting as he runs into the room. “Place just outside of town, on the way to Fredericton. I have it pinpointed to an exact location.” He shoves a burner phone in my hand, and I look. Our old stomping grounds, the sick fuck took her to our old compound before we built this one.
“Let’s roll out,” I order, and we go. Getting my woman back is number-one priority, especially with how we left things the other day. She’s not getting rid of me so easily. She’s mine, and once she’s back and safe, I’m going to prove it to her.
Chapter Fifty
Justine
Once I’m untied, I’m led through the warehouse to an office. “If you don’t like what the bitch has to say I’ll put a bullet in her myself,” this Hunter guy tells me. What the hell is he talking about?
“You should know, she hasn’t shut up about you since you took off on her. She’s been here telling me to get you back, and I’m doing just that. But I also looked into you. You shouldn’t have to deal with her bullshit.” I’m so confused right now.
He opens the door and there she is, my fucking mother. “What are you doing here, Eileen?” I demand, stepping into the room, Hunter at my back. She looks like she usually does, blonde hair styled out in flowing waves, very little makeup. And dressed in jeans and a nice blouse. She looks like a typical mom.