by J. L. Leslie
It’s Phoenix and he has her. Fear is evident in her blue eyes. Her long blonde hair is a mess. The clothes she’s wearing are torn and bloody, showing she put up a hell of a fight.
My eyes water up as I watch Suggs carry her over to the bed, the one right in this very room. As he rapes her, I realize they aren’t alone. Someone is filming for him because the camera angle changes, moving around to focus on Phoenix and the pain she’s in.
I pause the video, knowing I’ll have to upload it to a computer so I can zoom in and be sure of who I’m seeing.
Tonto Rivera.
“The Sicarios,” I whisper to myself.
It was them the whole time. They let Donia pay for Suggs’ services, but they were the ones pulling the strings. Tonto had to have contracted him first. Donia never told me how she came to be working with Suggs, but perhaps it was he who approached her.
I can understand how Donia would trust him. He knows a lot about the Sinners since he served prison time with Lucien. He’s charismatic, knowing what to say, how to behave to get what he wants.
I could say that Suggs is just a hired hand, going wherever the money is, but this feels personal. Like he wanted this job for a reason. Whatever that reason is.
I turn off the video and shove the phone into my pocket. When I get outside, the Sinners are pulling up. Warren brought reinforcements. Too bad there’s no need for them.
“Where is he?” Warren asks, pulling his helmet off. “I’m finishing him off if you left him to die.”
“He’s not in there,” I tell him. “His truck is here, but he’s gone. I don’t know where he is.”
“Fuck!” Warren curses, running a hand through his hair.
I slowly approach him, afraid to ask but needing to know if Layla is alright. “Any word from Lucien and Harper?”
He shakes his head. “When we spoke, she was in surgery.”
“Warren, it was the Sicarios,” I say, holding out Suggs’ phone. “They’re behind the murders. They contracted Suggs.”
“And now they have our product,” he replies, taking the phone. He watches for a moment before he turns to one of the Sinners. “Wiggie, let’s go inside and see what we can find. Maybe he left something behind. I want him dead, and I want our fucking product back.”
“I’m going to go see Layla,” I let him know. “I have to see that she’s okay. Be there for Harper.”
“It’s about time you two made up,” he teases despite the situation they’re in.
“When I’m done, I’ll be at our place,” I smile and he leans down to capture my lips for a brief, but searing kiss.
“I’ll be there soon,” he promises me.
I almost ask him to come with me, but I can see he has club business to attend to. I leave him to it and go to the hospital. Harper and Lucien are in the waiting room.
“How is she?” I ask, rushing over to them.
“She made it through the surgery,” Harper answers, blinking back tears. “But she’s not awake.”
“She’s going to wake up,” Lucien assures her. “She has to.”
I hug my best friend, grateful that she didn’t turn her back on me when I was being the biggest bitch on the planet. I don’t promise her that Layla will wake up, but I do promise her that everything is going to be alright.
No matter what happens, we’ll get through this.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Warren
We ransack the fucking place, looking for any clue as to where he might have gone. It’s a lost fucking cause. He’s either with the Sicarios, or he skipped town knowing they couldn’t protect him.
We have steered clear of the Sicarios for the most part. We’ve only had a couple of run-ins with them over the past few months.
They were an enemy we didn’t see coming, blindly thinking if we stayed in our territory, they would stay in theirs. That we could keep them under control with daily patrols and surveillance.
They used Hell’s Fury’s hatred for us against us both. Played a sick game of retaliation using pawns. Fuck, we almost fell for it too. We fell for it long enough for them to get our product.
“We need to get with Lucien and regroup. See how he wants us to handle this,” Wiggie says, and I agree.
We can’t make a move on the Sicarios without Lucien’s orders and we sure as shit don’t need to go in there against them half-cocked. We need to be as methodical and planned as they were.
“Reid and Harco checked the other warehouses, and the product is still there,” Wiggie says. “Looks like the only place they hit was the auto parts store and it held the majority of our shit.”
“The money is safe, though, right?” I ask him, and he nods.
“We’re going to have to make a move and make one fast,” Wiggie replies. “We don’t have enough product to meet our deliveries.”
“We’ll get it back,” I assure him. “If the Sicarios want to burn shit, we’ll burn everything they own.”
“We need more weapons for that,” Wiggie comments. “More men too.”
Or women.
“I’m going to swing by the hospital and check on Layla,” I let him know. “We’ll wait on Lucien to regroup.”
I watch him ride off, the rest of the Sinners following suit, and then I head over to Suggs’ truck. I rummage around on the back a minute before I find what I’m looking for. I grab the gas can and head inside the small house, splashing gas all over the walls and the mattress where he was raping that girl.
Then, I pull a cigarette out of my pack and put it to my lips. I light it and take a long drag before tossing the lighter onto the mattress. I watch the flames climbing up the walls a moment before I step outside and leave the fucking place burning.
I sling my leg over my bike, ready to get the hell out of there, when movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. Son of a bitch!
Suggs stumbles out of the house, coughing and spitting. I hurry off my bike and rush over to him, nailing his jaw with a right hook. We tumble off the porch, rolling to the ground.
This pussy was hiding in the house the entire time! Afraid to face his fate! I slam my fist in his gut and manage to get to my feet, ramming my shitkicker into his side.
He laughs, blood pouring from his mouth. “I was waiting for this day.”
“Here it is, motherfucker!”
I go to kick him again, but he catcher my boot and pushes me back, causing me to land on my back with a thud. He’s on me quickly, landing a blow that has me seeing stars. Bastard can hit!
I blink a few times to get my bearings and wrestle him off me, rolling to my right until he’s beneath me. I go for my gun, but it must’ve dislodged during our scuffle.
I use my fists as my weapon, throwing punch after punch and not letting up until his face is a bloody mess and my hands are covered in red. Suggs groans, coughing out blood and turning to spit onto the ground. I fall off of him, nearly exhausted, and crawl over to where I see my gun lying.
“You fucking Sinners,” he hisses. “You always think you’re better than me.”
“We are,” I tell him.
“I saved Lucien,” he lets me know. “Jimenez had the upper hand and I fucking saved him!” He spits again, blood running down his chin. “How was I repaid?”
“That’s what this is about? You’re jealous of us?”
“Who’s laughing now?” he laughs manically.
I hold my gun up, and he laughs harder. “I won’t have you or anyone else taking another club from me.”
I fire the gun, the bullet going right into his heart. He clutches his chest, his eyes wide. Blood seeps between his fingers as he looks down at his fatal wound before falling over.
I sit there a few moments to make sure he’s dead, and then I drag his body over to the burning house, placing him on the porch. I make sure the flames overtake him before I drive off.
I go to the clubhouse to take a shower and clean up, and then I make a quick stop at the hospital only to find out La
yla is now in a coma. At least she made it out of surgery alive. There’s still hope that she’ll pull through. After I leave Lucien and Harper, I go where Mackenzie asked me to come.
Our place.
Her bike is parked outside. For a moment, I think she might be in the living room, but I change my mind and head to the basement instead. The lights are turned off, and when I flip the switch, it doesn’t come on.
I take a couple steps further into the room and feel the barrel of a gun pressed to my spine.
“Don’t move.”
Mackenzie
Warren doesn’t move an inch, obeying my command. I order him to turn around, and he does so. I hold my hand up, the cuffs I once wore dangling from my fingertips.
He’s fighting the urge to smile as I place them around his wrists, securing them tightly. I shove him over to the mattress and push him down into a sitting position.
I remove his boots and socks before unbuckling his jeans. He lies back as I wrestle them down his legs, a smirk playing at his lips.
“How long do you plan on keeping me down here?” he asks, and then lets out a groan when I flick my tongue over the head of his dick.
“I have lots of punishments to dish out,” I tell him, stroking my hand up and down his shaft and licking the pre-cum from his tip. “You’ve choked me.”
“Not enough to harm you,” he quips.
“Killed a woman in my kitchen,” I continue.
“Be honest, Mackenzie. You wanted her dead.”
“Locked me in a basement,” I add.
“And you loved every second of it,” he says, grabbing my arm and slinging me off him.
Warren is quickly on his knees behind me, spreading my legs. His wrists might be cuffed but it doesn’t stop him from being in control. He squeezes my ass and then drives inside me.
I scream out, “Fuck yes!”
“Tell me you loved it, Mackenzie,” he demands, smacking his palm on my ass cheek. “Tell me how you loved every motherfucking second you were down here with me.”
“Just shut up and fuck me!”
He laughs and draws his dick out to the tip, chuckling more when I complain. He palms my ass cheeks and spreads them apart before he closes his mouth over my clit, devouring me from one end of my seam to the other. He tastes every part of me, his tongue diving inside me only to lick up to the puckered hole between my cheeks.
“Oh my…fuck…please!” I beg him, and he bites at my sensitive flesh.
Warren sits up on his knees, his hand snaking through my hair as he slams back inside me. He tugs me against him so that I’m rising on my knees and then he places his arms over me, the chain from his cuffs resting at my neck. He pulls back enough for the chain to choke me, not to hurt me, but enough to make it difficult to breath.
“I want to hear the words,” he hisses in my ear. “Then I’ll let you come on my fucking cock.”
“I loved every fucking second of it,” I give in, telling him the words he wants to hear.
He thrusts into me, relentless in his goal to have me come and to find his own release as well. He bites my shoulder as he lowers his hands and pinches my clit. I cry out, riding my orgasm as his dick glides in and out of me, his hot cum coating my insides.
I lean back, and together we fall to our sides, both of us spent. I lie there trying to catch my breath while Warren kisses my back, again placing his lips on my scars.
“You can say it,” he murmurs between kisses. “I know you fucking want to.”
“Say what?” I tease. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’ll make it easy for you,” he tells me. “Repeat after me. Warren, I don’t want to kill you anymore.”
I burst out laughing and feel his smile against my neck. I thought he wanted me to tell him something else. Something I might be feeling, but I’m not quite ready to say. These words will do though.
“Warren, I don’t want to kill you anymore.”
Epilogue
Warren
I glance around the small chapel, and chuckle at how uncomfortable everyone looks in here. The kind of church we’re holding in here has probably never taken place in here but since Lucien refuses to leave the hospital until Layla wakes up, this is where we’re having to handle club business.
The Sinners sit on one side and Hell’s Fury is seated on the other. Mackenzie and Lucien stand in the middle, waiting to address us all.
“I’ll make this quick,” Lucien states gruffly.
He looks like he hasn’t slept in days and it’s probably the case. He and Harper have both been here since Layla was brought in. He’s handled all business with Braga from his cell phone, and so far, our supplier has been alright with that.
“We are here because I’ve discussed an agreement with the president of Hell’s Fury, and this time it will be honored.”
With Donia dead, Mackenzie stepped into the position as president. She was worried some of the members would challenge her, but that hasn’t happened. Everyone has stood by her side, accepting the change she’s decided on.
“I know there is probably some unrest about this decision,” Lucien continues. “We discovered their former president was responsible for the deaths of Billy and Hatcher, however, we will not punish the current leadership for the sins of another.”
“As allies,” Mackenzie puts in, “we will assure you safe passage for your product as well as being your top distributor.”
“What product?” Reid snarls. “Those fucking Sicarios took almost everything we have.”
“I’m working on that,” Mackenzie assures him. “Once we find the location of where they’re storing it, I’ll make it known to the agents I work with so it can be seized.”
“How does seized product help us?” Wiggie questions.
“We now have an ally within the evidence department. It might be seized, but it won’t stay in evidence,” Lucien answers.
“In the meantime, we are searching for a missing woman,” Mackenzie states and nods to Annie to pass out photos for her. “This woman is Phoenix Williams, Donia’s daughter.”
“Lucien, I get this whole alliance bit I guess, but I’m not down for being lapdogs for these bitches,” Reid says, disdain clear in his voice.
“When you’re in an alliance, you help each other,” Lucien informs him, frustrated.
“They might be helping us with the DEA shit, but we’re going to provide them with product.”
“We will be helping Hell’s Fury find this woman and in return,” he looks over to Mackenzie. “They are providing us with thirty percent of their sales.”
This is something Mackenzie struggled to agree to since it’s twenty percent more than the standard rate, but she wants Donia’s daughter found at any cost.
She took her life, so she feels she owes her this. She promised her. I look down at the photo she handed me. The girl in the photo looks nothing like the one I saw on that video. In this picture, she’s bright-eyed with beautiful long blonde hair. She’s smiling as though she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Suggs has fucked all that for her, raping and beating her. No matter what it takes, she has to be found. She has to be saved.
Mackenzie also struggled with the fact that I killed Suggs, and she didn’t get the pleasure. I told her after I had to watch her fuck him, I got dibbs. She finally conceded, telling me she gets dibs on Tonto. I can give her that.
Mackenzie
“This is the most recent picture I could find of Phoenix,” I let them know, handing a photo to Reid. “We know who took her, but he’s dead,” I say, cutting my eyes to Warren, “so we aren’t sure where she is now.”
“Harco, Mackenzie has a video of where we believe she was last located. Send it to him so he can check it out,” Lucien instructs.
“Was there any evidence at the place?” Harco questions.
“Not leading us to where she could be,” Warren answers. “And I burned the place down after I killed Suggs.”
> “Are you sure this is the girl?” Reid asks, his face suddenly going pale.
“Yes, this is the girl. Christopher Suggs is responsible for taking her,” I state. “Her location was not revealed before his demise.”
I thought I would have to fight Warren over who took Suggs’ life. He wanted him dead just as much as I did, maybe more, but he got the pleasure of taking his last breath. I was fucking pissed.
Suggs was hiding in the house the whole time I was there looking for him. I’m not certain why he didn’t come out. Maybe he enjoyed watching me see the video he left for me, toying with me.
I’ve come to terms with the fact that Warren killed him, and can honestly say I don’t care, as long as he’s dead. I only want to find Phoenix and bring her home safely. And I want Tonto dead.
“I would like to have a plan to take out the Sicarios,” Wiggie speaks up. “We might get our product back, but we will still have to handle the Sicarios when that’s done, and we can’t allow them to live.”
“We need more weapons,” Warren says. “More ammunition.”
“I’ve secured a new supplier for that,” Lucien assures us. “The Ravens are one of the best weapons dealers in California.”
“I thought they didn’t deal on their home ground,” Warren muses.
“They’re making an exception for us. I’ve already put in our first order. Do you have anything else, Mackenzie?”
I shake my head, and he dismisses the meeting. Some of the members stick around, mingling with each other like we’re at a damn party, but Reid is out, nearly knocking me over as he stands up. I hear him and Warren exchanging words, and I roll my eyes at their childishness.
As for everyone else, it’ll take some getting used to seeing us like this, but it was the right decision, even though it was the hardest one for me to make. Everything Donia stood for was against these men ‒ against the Sinners.
I’m doing things differently as president. I want longevity for Hell’s Fury. I want us to be proud of what we do, and how we do it. I want peace with the Sinners.