Khan Part I (Midnight Syn MC Book 1)

by N. Tetterton

  “I scouted it. There are 4 guys outside. There’s a building across the street that we can get onto the roof.”

  “Jeff, I can’t let you go in there. You’ll lose everything.” I tell him and he laughs.

  “At this point, all they can do is force me to retire.” He shrugs, “Come on.” He moves his car out of the street and down a side street. He parks and Fury and I push our bikes into a parking garage that isn’t used anymore. Reaching into my bag I pull out what my plan consists of then move over to the other men. We all walk carefully down the street without saying anything until he motions to a building. The three of us all have weapons drawn as we walk up the stairwell. My phone buzzes and I look to the screen seeing that it’s Ash,

  “We found her. Well, kind of. Yeah, go ahead and head down here. No, don’t bring everyone.” Then I hang up. We watch from across the street at the motel in front of us and can see 4 guys with assault rifles standing in doorways, attempting to be concealed. I stand looking at the scene when I look over at Fury.

  He nods, “Call him.”

  I dial Ash right back and as he picks up the phone I mutter, “Bring, Grim.”

  “Grim?” Jeff asks me and I nod.

  “The Grim Reaper.” Fury answers him, “Sniper.” Jeff looks at us shocked.

  “What made you change your mind?” I ask him not really sure what part he changed his mind about.

  “You’re right. If Mary was in trouble I would be right there. He’ll most likely kill her before we can get to her, but if you guys go in…” he trails and looks at me, “But Dax, I had to come out because if anything happened to you. I could never forgive myself. Mary would never forgive me.”

  “Thanks.” I pause, “For everything.” He smiles at me.

  “Who’s all coming?” Fury asks as we still watch I see Brad come out of a room. We all see it and take note. Room 108. At the same time, 4 more guys come out of other rooms and I groan.

  “Ace, Ash, and Grim.” Fury nods.

  “What’s the plan?” Jeff asks us and I press my lips into a firm line.

  “What are you thinking?” I ask him and he just shakes his head.

  “Like I said if your guys go in. Then we go by your plan, not mine. Your guys, your brothers. They trust you. So you are in charge.”

  Then my fears are expressed before I even realize it is the reason why I am afraid. “But what if my plan gets her-,”

  “It won’t be,” Fury says.

  “Dax, in the time that I have known you, you have never made a bad decision.” Jeff takes a brief pause and shrugs his shoulders just slightly, “Except for getting married.” Fury lets out one chuckle. “Every decision you have made has been well thought out. And has always been the best possible decision for the situation. You are a born leader. And if you weren’t you wouldn’t fucking deserve her.”

  I can’t help but smile a little bit, “You ran a background check didn’t you.”

  “Of course I did.”

  “I’m gonna need to see that after this.” He nods.

  “She’s just your kind of woman.” I smile.

  “You’re,” I say pointing to him. “not going to like the plan.”

  “This asshole, try me,” The door behind us opens and all three of us point weapons at the unknown presence.

  “Jesus Christ, it’s just us.” I hear Ash say as the three of them walk out of the door.

  “You were supposed to fucking text me.” He looks around and then at the bag he’s carrying and I reach into it.

  “I still don’t understand the bleach.”

  “Shut it. I’m getting to it.” I snap at them

  “What the fuck is he doing here,” Ash says looking at Jeff, “I thought he-,”

  “Shut the fuck up. He’s here helping.” Ash rolls his eyes at me. Glaring up to him as he takes a step back. “Grim, you stay up here with your gun. You have our backs. If shit gets hairy. Take ‘em out.” He nods his head as he twists the silencer on the gun’s barrel. I can’t help but see one of the “guards” walk into 108 and I grow furious. Why is he in there alone while she is being held against her will?

  “Dax,” Jeff grabs my arm and I see the faces of Ash, Ace, and Grim all shocked that he just used my real name.

  “You 4 deal with the guards outside. Mix bleach and rubbing alcohol and it makes chloroform. Knock them out… I’m going in.” They nod. “Do not take them all out or let them know that you are there until Brad comes back into the room. That motherfucker is mine. He’s fucking dead.”

  “How are you going to do it?” Jeff asks me and I pull out my bag that was on my bike. I open the rolled-up cloth to reveal a syringe, a spoon, a lighter, and a bag of heroin cut with Fentanyl than he is used to. Jeff nods his head. “I’m not going to lie, that’s kind of impressive.”

  “Don’t fire your weapons unless you absolutely have to. Chloroform everyone and put them somewhere… I don’t fucking care where… lock them in the fucking closets, I don’t care.” They all nod their heads.

  I see the man who just walked in, walks back out, and motion to Brad who is down the sidewalk. He walks back into the room and I lean my whole body quickly to the side until I can see Billie, sitting on the bed, “I can see her yelling at them,” Grim says which actually makes me smile, “Oof, she just kicked one in the face.”

  Give him hell, princess, I’m coming for you.

  ❖

  When I come to again, a strange man is sitting very close to me.

  “Can I help you?” I glare at him and he huffs, getting up, and walks out of the room. My arm is throbbing now, but I can’t let the pain show. Instead, I swallow the pain and work on breathing exercises. Brad walks back into the room again. The strange man comes back up to me, maybe trying to makes me stop from screaming and I kick my foot up connecting with his face.

  I groan as I look at Brad and scream. “Why don’t you just kill me already?” I dare him and he smiles, does this weird body twitch, and looks at me like he is a child with a secret.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” he mumbles, “Why don’t I just kill you? Yes, I was so excited about this question.” His words are so fast that I’m sure he’s high, “I knew it would come up. I can’t just kill you. It has to be an accident.” He says accident like it’s an exciting word.

  “So, feed me alcohol until I pass out, put me behind a steering wheel, and let me drive into the water or a wall.”

  “Nah, that takes away the fun.” I look at him wondering how blind I have been all my life.

  “What fun? Of torturing me? You didn’t get enough of that in the last 10 fucking years.”

  “Oh, look at you with the potty mouth. That boyfriend is a bad influence on you.” He says flopping on the bed with his head resting on one hand. Then he stops suddenly and stands up, “But no I don’t want to torture you anymore, now your boyfriend… he’s a different story?”

  “Why do you hate him so much?” I ask him, “You don’t love me you’ve already said that.”

  “You’re right I don’t love you. But you still belong to me. He feels like he can have whatever he wants whenever he wants. And that’s not okay.”

  “Really that’s it?” I ask him and he stops.

  “Pretty much, fuck with a man’s property.” He pauses and looks back to me, “I’ve seen him over the years walking around this town like he fucking owns the place. Women whispering about him and falling at his feet.”

  “So, you’re jealous of him. You’re jealous that women find him more attractive, that he has power and you’re just a peon who will never amount to anything.” He lunges at me and I feel his hands wrap around my throat. I try and pull them off with my one free hand, but I can’t… every time I try he screams in my face, tightening his grip. I can’t breathe even though I’m gasping, no air is filling my lungs.

  My vision is going blurry and then it’s black once again.

  ❖

  We moved around the buildings surrounding the motel until we are c
oming up from behind them. Billie is in the room on the corner and I watch as Brad leaves. I check to make sure that all the guards are focusing on something else, most of them not focusing on anything really and I pull the handle slipping into the room. Fury shouts into my ear, that he has one down. Who is locked in the closet of the first room.

  “Tell me when he’s walking back,” I tell him and they all agree. I see her eyelids move under her eyelids as I speak to the guys as I turn back to her, “Billie,” I pause, “it’s me.”

  I can see that she’s handcuffed to the bed and there’s a pool of blood under her arm from the wound to her bicep. There’s a bruise that’s already forming on her cheekbone and around her eye. And I can see the red marks around her neck. I’m going to fucking kill him. “Princess, wake up, please,” I say as I move her head gently trying to check to see if there are any other marks on her. “Billie,” my words are strained, “I love you, too. Please wake up.” Her eyes flutter open, just like in all the stupid romantic comedies.

  “I knew you’d come.” Even with her voice struggling to make any sound, I smile, I lean in and kiss her once, at least she’s alive. “He’s trying to torture you.” Her voice is strained which I am guessing has something to do with the marks around her neck.

  “Shh, don’t speak. How long has he been leaving.” She shrugs. “How do you not know?” I whisper to her and she closes her eyes. “He’s been knocking you out?” and she nods her head. “Has the one guard been coming in a lot?” She shakes her head no. “Okay, when Brad heads this way the guys are going to let me know.” I say, pointing to my ear, “if that guard comes in I want you to be awake so he gets Brad to come back in.”

  “What are you going to do?” Her words break in and out as she asks me.

  “I’m gonna kill him,” I tell her looking her in the eyes, no hesitation in my voice...

  “Go-good.’ She squeaks out in her horse voice.

  “Brads on his way back.” Fury mutters

  “How many are left out there?”

  “4.”

  “Good, get them down.”

  “Got it, Prez.”

  I move into the closet as I hear the door open, leaving the closet cracked so I will be able to slip back out without being heard.

  “I’m really disappointed, Bil.” He walks around the bed and stands next to it, “I really thought he would come out, trying to play the hero, and try to save you. Turns out you have the habit of picking the villains. That passion that you speak of is all bullshit and it was just in your head. I guess you were just another fucking whore to him.” He turns towards the end of the bed and sits down on the second bed in the room. Perfectly placing himself for me to come out without him seeing me.

  “Prez, they’re all down.”

  “What you were so talkative earlier now you don’t have anything to say?” He pauses, “Say something.” His voice raises many octaves as he shouts and as I slide out of the closet and make my way to standing right behind him, chloroform rag ready to go, “Fucking say something.” He screams at her.

  “I prefer anti-hero,” I mutter as his body becomes rigid and I place the rag over his mouth holding him in place until he stops moving. Carrying a limp body is never as easy as I remember it. I rummage through his pocket and find the key for the handcuffs going and unlocking the cuff on her wrist. I pull out the bag and unroll it. She points to questioning. “Heroin, strong enough to… ” I let my sentence trail off for a second. “Will look like an overdose.” She nods her head. I look to her again and cup her face in my hands she presses her face harder into my left hand. “I’m so fucking glad you’re alive,” my words are barely audible, her head nods once more. I force myself to get it together. “Fury will be in here in a second he’ll take you back to-,” she puts her hand up in a protest and shakes her head. “No? No what?” I ask her and wish she could talk normally.

  “Not,” her voice cracks and the word surpasses her, but she brings her hand up to pat her chest, “leaving.”

  “Billie, you shouldn’t… I mean you don’t have to be here.” She nods at me staring at me, daring me to tell her to go home. “Okay,” I hesitate, rubbing my hands down my face. I don’t fucking like it. I don’t think she should be here. But after what she has gone through with him I don’t think I can force her to leave. “Do you want me to wait for him to wake up, or do it now?”

  “Wait.” She pauses as if trying to take time to figure out the words. “Me.” She points to herself. Fury comes into the room and tosses me some items to tie him down with and helps me.

  “Hey, kid,” She rolls her eyes, but smiles, “ready to go” he smiles at her. She just stares at him shaking her head. Not sure if he took out his comms, if he just wasn’t listening, or if he’s just trying to convince her to leave because he knows I don’t want her to be here for this.

  “She wants to do it, and she wants to wait until he’s awake.” I toss my hands in the air looking at him.

  “Billie, are you sure?” Fury asks her, she nods her head, staring right at Brad sitting in the chair… She takes a deep breath and she forces the words out.

  She takes a deep breath, “He cheated, he lied, he broke me.” She whispers and my heart breaks for her. She’s looking right at me now, “I’m so glad that you pissed him off that night because if not I never would have left and he would have killed me then.” She pauses and shakes her head. “I’m doing it.” And I nod my head.

  “Okay Princess, Fury get the syringe ready.”

  “What the fuck, why me?” He asks which actually makes me laugh.

  “You’re the med school guy. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” He laughs with me as he heats up the heroin on the spoon and sucks it into the syringe.

  “You sure this is, enough?” Fury asks me and I nod my head.

  “It’s cut with fentanyl.” His eyes grow wide. “Prez,” Fury says to me and then nods to the sink that sits outside of the bathroom. Walking over to it he whispers to me, “You’re going to let her do that?”

  “What choice do I have?” I ask him, “I mean wouldn’t you want to do it, if you were her?” I ask him and he just presses his lips into a firm line and nods his head.

  “You think she’s going to be able to handle it?” He whispers, looking concerned to Billie as she sits glaring at Brad.

  “I think she may be stronger than we realize. She’s pretty fucking pissed off right now and she’s been through a fucking lot in the last couple of months.” I pause and look back to Fury, “It’s not my decision to make. No matter how much I worry about it fucking her up.” He nods his head. “How much damage?” I ask him.

  He shrugs his shoulders, “I can only tell so much without further testing.” He tells me.

  ❖

  The three of us sit on the bed in front of where the chair, which contains Brad, sits when he wakes up. He looks at us and then surveys his predicament. “The tables have turned,” I mutter out to him as he thrashes around in the chair.

  “I wouldn’t do that,” Fury says holding his gun on him. And his eyes grow wide. We have him tied to the chair with a piece of piping tube tied on his arm to make the veins bulge. I even marked the spot that she should prick… even though he has track marks all over his arms.

  “What are you going to do?” He asks which actually makes me laugh.

  “Just what you enjoy doing,” I tell him and I smile. “But I’m not going to do anything.” I nod to Billie sitting next to me as she holds the syringe between her gloved fingers. His eyes somehow get wider.

  “What is it?”

  “I guess,” I start, “someone sold you some shit that was cut and forgot to tell you, what a shame.” He looks at Billie and starts breathing heavily.

  “Billie, please don’t… you know you loved me.”

  “I thought I did,” her voice is strained and she winces when she speaks but she needs to say this. She gets off of the bed and takes a few steps to him, “You made my life hell and made me
think that I was the problem. Who the fuck do you think you are.” She sticks him with the needle and he winces a bit, “Don’t be a fucking pussy. You do this shit to yourself all the time.” Fury laughs.

  Cutting my eyes over to Fury, his laughter dies down a little before he says, “What? She makes me laugh.”

  “Hey Brad, I’ll take good care of her.” I mean for it to come out like I’m an asshole but it doesn’t, it comes out genuine… because I mean it. I will take care of her. But his eyes fill with rage as he cut them to me. Billie pushes the plunger down and sits, watching… I try to move her as he seizes, but she shakes her head.

  “I have to know.” When the small trickle of foam comes out of his mouth she finally looks away. She takes the straps off of him and puts them back in their place.

  “Jeff,” I call into the comms and he comes walking in.

  “I mean, he just overdosed.” My words are lighthearted and he shakes his head.

  “You guys get out of here. Billie, you need to go to the hospital. So, you need to stay.”

  “No,” she mumbles.

  “What?” All three of us look at her.

  …I refuse to be a fucking victim anymore.

  “No,” I force my vocal cords to work. I push through my pain as much as they protest, I make them, “If I go to the hospital then for the rest of my life I will be seen as his victim.” I swallow hoping that my saliva will moisten them just enough to make the pain subside slightly, “And goddamnit I refuse to be a fucking victim anymore.” Jeff and Dax both look at each other and look away. Almost as if they are not sure how to respond to what I just said.

  “Bil-,” Fury nods his head as he walks up to me grabbing me by the shoulders, gently moving me to face him. “Billie,” his voice is concerned and his actions take me by surprise as he pulls me in for a hug,

  “I’m pretty sure that you have some degree of laryngeal trauma. It’s what is causing your hoarse voice.” I wish I could respond but my throat is begging me not to speak so I nod my head, “It could be minor, or it could be really, really bad.” He pauses again holding me a little tighter, his eyes are concerned as he looks at me and I smile for a second. To tell him that I understand. “And Lucy will kick my ass if anything happens to you.” His comment is meant to ease the tension that has formed in the room.