Princes of Hell MC Set

by KJ Dahlen

  “What rumor was that?” Eagle finally asked. “Cuz Hammer never did say anything to anyone about shit.”

  Digger looked confused. “But he did follow up I saw the paperwork he uncovered.”

  “What did you see?” Talon asked.

  “Hammer had paperwork that named the people who ambushed them, he even had a name, Jethro Williams.”

  Talon’s fingers tightened into fists. His grip was so hard he snapped the handle off his coffee cup. Coffee ran over the table though no one cared just now. “Who the fuck is Jethro Williams?” he growled.

  “He was a Road Dog until four years ago when he went to prison for murder. I never saw who was responsible for the ambush but I did see Jethro’s name.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what this Jethro knows or how deep he’s into this, all I know is his name.”

  Talon seethed for a few minutes. He’d always had questions about that day, always wondered who was responsible for taking his father’s life. As he’d only been a kid when it happened, so he hadn’t known what to do. Hammer had been there for him the whole time and now Talon finds out that he’d known for years who was responsible? This rage didn’t sit well with Talon. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

  “Talon, don’t do anything stupid,” Eagle warned him.

  “I’m gonna rip his place apart and find those fucking papers. Then I might dig up that old bastard and rip his heart out.” Talon seethed.

  “You can’t do that brother,” Falcon said softly. “No matter what Hammer did he was a brother to all of us. All we can do is mop up his mess.”

  Talon glared at the other man before he closed his eyes and calmed down some. Opening them again, he looked over at Eagle. “At least give me this much, let me find the papers Digger talked about. I need to know what they said. I need to find this Jethro and asked him what happened that day.”

  Eagle stared at Talon for a long time before he nodded. “Go find the paperwork but you take another brother with you. We got a target on our backs so no brother goes anywhere with an escort. I don’t care if it’s just down the street for a fucking beer. Nobody leaves here alone.”

  Talon nodded. “That works for me.”

  “Go and get back here. We’ll dig into the Jethro bastard and find out what we can about him. If he’s a Road Dog, we’ll have a place to start looking.” He looked over at Falcon and nodded. “You go with him and watch his back.”

  Talon looked around the clubhouse. “Where are Fiona and Bret?”

  “She took him in the kitchen for breakfast,” Falcon replied.

  Talon got to his feet. “I’ll be ready to go in a few minutes.”

  Falcon and the others watched as he disappeared into the kitchen. Digger was the one who finally asked, “Who is Fiona and Bret?”

  Talon and Falcon stopped outside the apartment Hammer lived in. Even in the sunlight of a new day, the place didn’t look so good. Making their way inside, they found themselves stepping over trash and debris.

  “Where do you want to look first?” Falcon asked as he looked around the room.

  “The bedroom.” Talon made his way through the living room and came to the bedroom Hammer slept in. The room was darkened by the shades covering the windows but he had a feeling there was nothing that could make this room look or smell any better than it was. He walked in and searched the room with his eyes. He didn’t find anything sitting out that might tell him a thing. He went over to the bed and flipped the mattress off the bed. He didn’t want to know what skittered and disappeared from the underside of the bed. Instead, he flipped the box spring as well. There on the bottom of the box spring was an envelope taped to the underside.

  Talon snatched up the envelope and went over to the window. He raised the shade and dust whirled in the sunlight. But Talon didn’t care about that. He tore open the envelope but as he read the papers inside, he had to frown. He didn’t understand what was written there.

  He crumpled the paper and would have thrown them on the floor but he couldn’t, this might be something the club needed to know. But this wasn’t what he’d come looking for.

  He began looking again. He ripped open each drawer in Hammer’s dresser and checked the bottom of the drawers. When he found nothing he pulled the dresser away from the wall. That’s when he found another envelope. Ripping it off the back of the dresser he opened it and searched the papers inside.

  These were the papers he was looking for. These papers had the name Jethro Williams on them. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and calmed his pounding heart. Then he opened his eyes and read the papers slowly. He wanted to understand each and every sentence on the page. Each and every word written there.

  While he’d been looking in the bedroom, Falcon had been searching the rest of the house. When he came back to find Talon, he had a handful of papers in his hand too. “We need to get back. Did you find what you needed?”

  Talon nodded. “Yeah, I found it. What did you find?”

  “I’m not real sure but Eagle should look at this shit,” Falcon stated. “Did you know Hammer had a kid?”

  Talon frowned. “No, he’s always been alone and I’ve known him all my life.”

  Falcon snorted. “Well, according to these papers, he’s got a daughter. This is all jacked up.”

  “Fuck,” Talon swore. “We have to find this kid and bring her under our protection before the Bratva finds her. They find her and they’ll hold her responsible for his debt.”

  “Shit,” Falcon swore. “We gotta find this chick.”

  “Let’s go back and get this straightened out. There might be more here than we know at the moment.”

  Moments later, the roar of their bikes echoed as they rode back to the clubhouse. The man sitting in the shadows waited for the smoke to clear then stepped out into the sunlight. He was tall and blonde and built like a brick shithouse. He’d waited until the bikers left to make his move.

  He carried a small gas can in one hand. In the other, he held a lit cigarette. Pouring the contents of the gas can in the pile of trash by the back door, he took a drag of the cigarette and tossed it in. Moving back, he waited until the whoosh of the fire took hold and then he turned and walked away. The fire didn’t’t bother him over much and he was clearly not bothered by the screaming of the neighbors as they came running out of their houses.

  As he reached his vehicle, he could hear the sirens of the fire trucks but he got into his car and drove away.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Talon entered the club and looked for Eagle. “Hey,” he called to a prospect. “Where’s the Prez?”

  “He left a while ago with Condor and Rogue.”

  Talon sighed then went to the supply closet. He needed to stash these papers quick then go and get Fiona back to the apartment. He didn’t like the shootout that happened here and it might be safer for them there.

  The prospect at the front of the door was dozing in his chair.

  Talon clenched his fists and kicked the chair leg hard enough that it went sideways.

  Waking with a start, the prospect blinked up at him.

  “The fuck, you sleeping? This room has guns, papers and all kinds of shit worth more than your pitiful life!”

  The kid stood up. “I-I’m sorry, VP...”

  “Fuck, I was gonna leave some papers here but fuck that.” He turned and headed to Eagle’s office.

  The prospect there was wide awake and stepped aside for him to enter.

  “More fucking like it,” Talon muttered.

  The prospect looked confused.

  Talon went in and crouched down at the safe. Then he opened it and shoved the paper in.

  He then headed to his room. He’d called Fiona earlier and told her to be ready to move.

  Talon had Fiona and Bret taken by SUV back to the apartment.

  “I’ll be back in a little bit,” Talon said as he stroked Fiona’s cheek. “I have my guys right out front. They have orders from me to pull their fucking triggers bef
ore even thinking.”

  “That sounds insane.”

  “You make me insane, sweetheart,” Talon stared at her “So fucking insane.”

  “I let you in my pants once and this is how you get?”

  Talon growled. “Oh, you weren’t wearing pants when I got what I wanted. And if I want it fucking again, I’ll come back for more.”

  Fiona should have felt uneasy with a man talking to her like this. But it was Talon. He was her protector. And she had to face it... she kind of liked it. “Can I ask where you’re going?”

  “No. You just hang here with the kid. Let him take a bath or something. Does he have any toys with him?”

  “Just the few from the apartment and what I had packed in a bag.”

  “Not much, huh?”

  “No.”

  “Fuck,” Talon said. “Kids need toys.”

  “He needs to be safe.”

  “He is safe,” Talon said. “Maybe you should take the bath then.”

  “And what about Bret?” Fiona asked.

  “Give him your phone to play with and sit his ass on the toilet.”

  “You’ve got such a fatherly way about you,” Fiona teased.

  Talon laughed. “Yeah, right. No way, I’m going down that fucking road right now. Not with the heat the club has now.”

  Fiona felt her heart sink. She had convinced herself that this would be a perfect moment between herself and Talon to tell him that he was Bret’s father.

  But now— with that comment...

  Talon turned and exited the apartment.

  Fiona walked to the kitchen to see if she could fix something for Bret’s lunch. Bret was in the bedroom, watching TV, playing with the few toys he had. The situation was not perfect... nothing would be perfect for a while. All she wanted was a simple life for Bret. A decent enough apartment. A nice school. A chance for him to figure out what normal meant to him and live it.

  Biting her lip, Fiona had no idea how to make that happen.

  Unless she went on the run again.

  But then she’d have a lot of people after her. Talon had staked his claim now if the way he was acting was any indication. That wild lust between his legs, thrusting inside her, it was more than just a shower fuck. He wanted her. She wanted him, despite her own misgivings. Bret in the middle of this twisted game.

  Fiona turned as heard the door open behind her. “What did you forget?” She set the bread down on the counter. She turned her head and her eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

  Devin slammed the door behind him. “Oh, fuck... is right.”

  The first instinct Fiona had was to get a knife and stab Devin. End this for good. Then again, Devin wouldn’t be traveling alone. If he found her, he came ready for a fight. Or maybe a war. But he was putting himself up against the Princes of Hell MC. Was he that stupid?

  Only they don’t like me... except Talon...

  She grabbed for a drawer but Devin was already there.

  He moved fast and with force, sweat collecting at his forehead, a gun suddenly appeared in his hand from nowhere.

  “Please,” Fiona said, already succumbing, knowing she had to do everything to make sure Bret wouldn’t get hurt.

  Devin wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back. “Now you’re begging me, huh? You didn’t seem to want to beg before. When you kicked me in the fucking balls.”

  “You attacked me,” she defended. “You wouldn’t listen.”

  “Now I’m all ears, bitch!” He threw Fiona forward and took a handful of her hair. He pulled, twisted, and flung her from the kitchen to the living room like she was a toy.

  Fiona fell to the carpet with a burning sensation as her knees and hands slid along the very old carpeting. She hurried to turn around to make sure she could keep her eyes on Devin and the gun.

  Devin was right there, stepping toward her.

  “You don’t understand,” Fiona said. “You don’t know who you’re up against.”

  “Did you really just say that to me?” Devin asked. “You are stupider than I thought.”

  Behind her, Fiona heard a door open. She peeked over her shoulder and saw poor little Bret standing there with his eyes super wide.

  “You little shit,” Devin yelled at him. “Get back in the room. Or else you’ll get a bullet faster than your mother.”

  “Don’t talk to him like that,” Fiona said. “You asshole!”

  Devin looked down at her.

  Yeah, keep your attention on me.

  Fiona carefully waited until Devin took another step toward her. She then took her life and Bret’s in her hands as she swung her foot up and kicked Devin in the balls once again.

  This time was different because he had a gun.

  He let out a crying yell of pain but it wasn’t enough to drop the weapon.

  Without hesitation, he pointed it down at her and pulled the trigger.

  Fiona had already rolled out of the way, but that was just one shot. She jumped to her feet and lunged at Devin. There was no way she had the power to tackle him, but she had enough to push him back and turn him to keep him from hurting Bret.

  “You bitch!” Devin yelled as he wrapped an arm around neck, putting her into a headlock.

  Fiona wasn’t going down without a fight though.

  She flailed her arms, knowing what needed to be done. With her left hand, she wrestled her way to clawing at Devin’s wrist, needing him to break the hold on his gun. With her right hand... she went for his face.

  She raked his eyes once.

  He screamed in pain.

  Fiona managed to knock the gun out of his hand.

  When she clawed at his eyes a second time, he released his hold on her.

  Fiona stumbled back and quickly went for the weapon. Devin jumped for her, so she had no choice but to kick it under the couch.

  Devin swung, hitting the back of her head with an open hand. It was hard enough that she lost her breath, balance, and saw black stars for a few seconds as she stumbled around.

  That gave Devin enough time to wrap his arms around her again.

  Fiona screamed as loud as she possibly could, knowing she was down to desperation. The men outside had to have heard that! Come on, where were they?

  Devin’s forearm went around to her throat and killed the scream. “I’m going to choke you out, slut,” Devin growled. “And when you wake up, Bret won’t be here. And you’ll forever have to live that. You’ll never see him again.”

  Fiona fought as hard as she could, throwing her head around, hitting him in the face, but not hard enough to get him to let her go.

  “Here we go.” He pulled harder and lifted Fiona off her feet.

  The pressure against her neck was so intense she was already starting to feel blackness overtake her. Swinging her feet did nothing. Punching did nothing. And there was no chance to scream.

  “You’re dead, bitch,” Devin whispered. “You’re going to remember what you did to me for the rest of your life. Your son will be gone. And just when you think you can get over this... I’ll be there to put a bullet in your—” Devin suddenly stopped talking and he released Fiona.

  She fell to the floor with a hard thud. Hands, knees, head hit the floor as she gasped and cried for air.

  “Who the fuck is this guy?” a voice asked.

  Fiona reached for the coffee table and pulled herself up.

  She turned around, coughing, still desperate for a deep, full breath.

  She saw two men standing over Devin, as he looked dazed.

  They were in black leather cuts with the Princes of Hell MC logo on the left breasts but nothing else. They must have clocked him to get him to drop her.

  One turned to the other to talk.

  That’s when she saw the word PROSPECT stitched across the back of the leather cut. “You two,” Fiona said. “Where were you?”

  “Out front,” the one said. “We heard you scream. How did he get in?”

  “Who is he?” the other
asked.

  “Talon,” Fiona gasped out still breathless. “I need—Talon...”

  “You two fuckers are dead now,” Devin said as he rose up. He started to reach for something in his pocket.

  The two prospects just stood there.

  “Do something!” Fiona cried out.

  Devin took out a cell phone. He was still a little fuzzy looking from whoever hit him, but he was calling for help.

  And they were all watching it happen.

  The apartment door blasted open with fury and when Fiona looked, the last person she’d expected to see coming through the door was Eagle.

  He charged toward the prospects and knocked them out of the way.

  He dropped to one knee, right on Devin’s left leg.

  Devin screamed in intense pain and Eagle swiped the phone from his hand. “I’ll take this, motherfucker.”

  “You’re all fucking dead to me,” Devin said.

  “Give me the piece of shit right now!” another voice yelled.

  Talon was back.

  Finally.

  He barreled through the apartment and went right for Devin. He grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his feet. He slammed Devin off the wall once, twice, three times... the fourth time he let Devin go and threw a punch.

  Devin crumpled to the floor in a heap of nice clothes and blood.

  “That’s enough, VP,” Eagle ordered, getting between them. “Think about what we’re doing here.”

  “I’m going to kill this fucker!” Talon seethed.

  “Talon,” Fiona said.

  He looked at her and quickly moved to her. Talon helped Fiona to her feet and hugged her. “Are you okay, babe?”

  “No,” Fiona said as tears filled her eyes. “Bret...”

  “Shit,” Talon said. “The kid.” Talon broke away from her and went for the open door.

  Fiona raced after him.

  “Keep everyone here, Prez,” Talon shouted as he went into the bedroom. “Hey, kid,” he said. “It’s Talon. I’m here to help you.”