Hell's Fury: RBMC Tonopah, NV

by Nikki Landis

  I wanted to reach through the phone and rip out his spine as he spoke but I needed every piece of information he gave me right now to save Mimi’s life.

  “The prize? Oh, it’s to watch an exclusive online event.”

  I was going to kill this son-of-a-bitch.

  “Wanna know which girl all ten guys will be fucking?” he chortled with glee.

  The camera on his phone panned the room and landed on Mimi. My ol’ lady was stripped down to her bra and thong.

  That wasn’t the worst part. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed as she lay there, not even fighting against what he intended. The glassy, faraway look in her eyes proved he drugged her and she would be unable to do a damn thing. Her lips were moving and I caught one word spoken with apathy, but it meant more than anything else she could have said.

  “Flag.”

  She repeated it over and over, slurring as her head lolled to the side.

  My baby was crying out her safe word.

  And if I didn’t find her in time, she was going to be used for this sick pervert’s pleasure.

  “She’s too heavily sedated, you stupid bitch. I don’t want her unconscious.”

  I was propped up against the wall in an abandoned room, my butt resting on the hard concrete floor. Vaguely, I recognized Sean’s voice and Neveah as the two argued.

  “I did exactly as you asked, baby,” she purred, dropping to her knees. “You’re tense. Want me to give you a blowie?”

  He exhaled a heavy breath and then nodded, standing there as she unbuckled his pants and yanked them down, freeing his cock as he groaned. There was no affection or gentleness in the way she began sucking on his dick or the subsequent way he gripped her head, using both hands to fuck her mouth as she gagged and tears slipped down her cheeks, mixing with her mascara.

  He forced her to remain still as he used her, nearly violent in the way his hips thrusted. The cold, emotionless way he stared down at her as if she was a worthless whore and she deserved this punishment made my skin crawl.

  I wanted to shut my eyes and ignore the grunts of his pleasure as he came, shooting his load down her throat before he shoved her away like she was a piece of trash.

  “Get cleaned up. I hate it when you look fucked-up.”

  Neveah rose to her feet, a bit unsteady on her heels, and walked into the nearest bathroom.

  Sean sauntered my way and crouched, grasping my chin as he lifted it, lining up my eyes so I could see him clearly. “If I didn’t just cum, I would fuck you raw before your video goes live.”

  There was no reaction because I wasn’t able but internally, I wanted to scratch his eyes out.

  “You’re gonna be the toy in the middle of an upcoming gang bang. No rules. Nothing taboo. The winner of the auction gets to decide each and everything that’s done to you.” He laughed but there was no humor in it. “Just think. Some sicko is paying to watch you get brutalized in every hole by ten of the biggest guys I could find. Monster dicks. When they take your ass, it’s gonna hurt.”

  Fuck you, Sean Jones!

  “We should get you ready.”

  He picked me up, striding over to the bed as he dropped me in the middle. I spotted the camera that was set to record and every memory of moments like this in the past rushed to the surface as a whimper escaped my lips.

  Sean paused and leaned down, smacking one of my cheeks. “Don’t get any ideas about trying to fight. I’ll use as many drugs as I need to keep you docile. Personally, I’m excited. You want to know why?”

  When I didn’t answer, he laughed with a shrug.

  “Oh, that’s right. You can’t speak.”

  Asshole.

  The final surprise is that I’m coming in after the rest of them and I’ll fuck you through all the blood, cum, and fluids that are left over. The best part? I’ll make sure those drugs are wearing off so you can scream.”

  Bile tried to rise up in my throat and I swallowed it down, knowing these weren’t idle threats. Sean Jones would do everything he said and probably more.

  “Let’s get you undressed and then we can call Patriot. Can’t wait to show him the video. That Royal Bastard is never going to arrive in time.”

  I wondered at that moment how Sean Jones knew so much about me, Patriot, and the Royal Bastards and then it clicked. Neveah. She was a mole inside the club. A dirty rat that fed Intel to Sean and Resnikov.

  This was all her fault and if I had a chance to make her pay, I would.

  “WE NEED TO HURRY,” I announced, glancing down at the video where Mimi was in full view, the counter on the side of the auction climbing higher and faster as the clock counted down.

  Usually, I rode my bike everywhere but Grim suggested that I ride in the cage because we didn’t know how many girls were being held or prepared for transport, or what condition they were in.

  Mimi was sedated and wouldn’t be able to hold onto me so my Harley didn’t make sense.

  Every second that I wasn’t at that warehouse made my Reaper pissed off. I couldn’t hold him back and I didn’t want to try. Angel, Ghoul, Scorn, Drake, and Torch had all seen our Reapers before and understood what we did. Scared the fuck out of some club brothers and others loved it.

  Either way, it didn’t change facts.

  The Tonopah chapter of the Royal Bastards reaped souls for the devil and we didn’t fucking give a shit whose souls were taken as long as Lucifer Morningstar held up his end of the bargain.

  The only thing keeping me from ditching everyone else and heading out solo was the fact that we knew the location Mimi was being held. Desi told us about that warehouse and VidComm Industries before she died. It was the single most important piece of Intel we received.

  If I could have hunted and tracked her down that way, I would have but my Reaper didn’t work that way. We needed to have a specific scent like a hound or sense the terror of our victim first. Sharks only needed a drop of blood. I only needed a hint of fear. None of that existed right now and it was frustrating as fuck.

  Doubt clouded my thoughts and I pounded the dashboard, yelling for Wraith to drive faster. He insisted on driving since I wasn’t in the right frame of mind and he wasn’t wrong.

  “Calm the fuck down. We’re almost there.”

  “Why does this warehouse have to be out in the middle of the fucking desert?”

  “Because it’s all illegal shit, dumbass.”

  Flipping him off, I didn’t feel any better. We were down to ten minutes. That was cutting it too goddamn close.

  “What if they start early?”

  “They won’t. Greedy fuckers will want as much money as they can get.”

  His logic made sense and I lit up another cigarette, smoking the tenth one since we left the Crossroads.

  “Fucking hell, Patriot. I don’t even smoke that much with my cigars.”

  “Don’t fuck with me right now, Wraith.”

  “Hey, I offered to ride with you before Rael could hop in. How do you think you’d be feeling right now if this long ass drive was with him?”

  “I’d have killed him before we made it here.”

  Wraith let out a loud guffaw, keeping his foot pressed down on the gas pedal. We probably tore up the entire undercarriage of this van but I didn’t care. The shop could fix it later.

  Holding up my phone, I watched Mimi, swallowing hard. “I’m coming, sunshine. Hold on for another few minutes.”

  The tires squealed as we slid along the sand and rolled toward the warehouse. I could see the building in the distance and lifted my bandana, covering my face as Wraith did the same. We didn’t know what kind of cameras they used outside but we weren’t taking chances.

  As soon as the van stopped, we jumped out, and pulled our guns, aiming toward the warehouse windows and doors as my brothers all did the same. I heard all the bikes and the second van that Rael drove as they skidded to a halt. The sudden silence after all those engines was deafening.

  The concrete façade of the building wa
s crumbling in several areas and overgrown weeds, cactus, and broken glass littered the heated sand. Even the snakes and lizards were keeping their distance from this house of horrors.

  Gunfire erupted around us as we advanced on the building and kept Angel, Scorn, Drake, Torch, Wily, and Ghoul behind us. In our Reaper forms we were invincible but not the other enforcers. Angel was right behind me as Wraith and I entered from the south, followed by Grim, Mammoth, and Drake who went west. Rael, Scorn, and Exorcist went east. Ghoul, Wily, and Diablo approached from the north and entered the other door at the same time we busted in.

  I lost the video feed in the chaos and I couldn’t be sure if the auction was interrupted or not. “Find Naomi!” I shouted, not caring if anyone heard that I was here.

  Brothers split off as we began searching rooms on the first floor, subduing the Scorpion MC members we found and tying them up for later.

  No sign of any Russians, Jones, or Mimi.

  There was a second floor and I climbed the stairs two at a time, hoping like hell that I found her fast before something went wrong and she was hurt. Up until that point I’d been anxious but as my training kicked in and the Marine focused on his mission, my brain shut off, going into lethal mode.

  I was cool, calm, and ready to fucking do whatever was needed.

  A bullet hit the wall right next to my head and I snarled, rushing forward until I slammed into the guy hiding behind a row of metal filing cabinets. The whole area looked old and dated with stained carpet, ancient computers, and dusty office chairs.

  I heard a shout and then a commotion as I shoved the guy aside and heard Wraith firing his gun as the thug cried out in pain. There were several rooms going left and right on this floor and I chose the left first, my gut telling me that Mimi was close. Lifting my boot, I kicked the door in and found that motherfucker Jones on the bed. He had an arm wrapped around her neck and a gun pointed to her temple.

  “Try anything and I will kill her without hesitation.”

  My heart was pounding as my Reaper laughed sardonically. This was too easy. Did Jones actually think he was going to survive this?

  “I’ll give you one chance to lower that weapon. You still won’t live but I’ll give you a quicker death than you deserve.”

  “Fuck off, Patriot.”

  Okay then. Couldn’t say I didn’t warn him.

  My Reaper lunged forward so fast that Jones never saw the movement. I had the gun yanked from his hand and his body suspended in the air, dangling as his feet scraped along the ground by the toe of his shoes.

  “You will die, Sean Jones, and I will enjoy your suffering.”

  The guttural tone belonged to the Reaper alone and when Jones realized that I wasn’t entirely human he whined like a little bitch.

  “I’m sorry! Please, please don’t kill me!”

  Pathetic.

  “There will be no mercy.”

  The guy’s heart was beating so fast I thought he would have a heart attack and I grinned wide, letting him see the Reaper as his death approached.

  “Patriot!” Wraith shouted.

  His panicked voice snatched my attention and I dropped Jones as Rael rushed forward and snapped zip ties around his wrists and ankles. Hogtied, he was hoisted up and carried down the stairs, awaiting further punishment back at the Crossroads.

  My Reaper receded as I rushed to Mimi’s side, pulling her into my arms as I frantically searched for a pulse. I was so freaked out that I couldn’t tell if she had one or not. All the drugs in her system were probably too much and I didn’t know what to do. We were hours away from the closest hospital or medical facility.

  All my training didn’t mean shit when I didn’t have the right equipment close.

  “Angel!” I shouted, my voice hoarse with the thought that I could lose Mimi so tragically after all we’d been through. “Save her!”

  “If she’s gone,” he swallowed hard, “I can’t.”

  Chest heaving, desperation forced me to beg. “Please, you’ve got to try.”

  He nodded, scooting closer as he placed his hands on her body and closed his eyes. I didn’t know what he was doing and was far too distracted to notice. All I knew was that Angel had a special gift just like we did with our Reapers. We took souls and claimed them for death. Hs saved them and brought their souls back from the brink.

  I wasn’t the praying kind and if I did it would only be to Lucifer. The devil held a lot of power and I understood where my own originated from.

  The seconds dragged on. Nothing happened.

  “Angel!”

  He didn’t answer.

  My heart broke and I didn’t want to believe that she was gone.

  “No,” I breathed out, “Fuck. Please, come back to me, sunshine.”

  “Oh shit!” Wraith cursed as Angel collapsed, blacking out next to me on the bed.

  What the fuck?

  “Dale,” a tiny, sweet voice whispered, and I looked down, catching the exact moment that Mimi opened her eyes.

  My heart felt like it would burst from my chest as I lowered my forehead to hers, clutching her close as a ragged breath left my lungs. “You came back to me.”

  “I don’t think I left.”

  “Good. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

  “You?” she teased. “Nothing scares you.”

  Her eyes closed and I watched her chest, the steady rise and fall, and I knew that she was going to live.

  “Let’s go home,” I announced as I stood, carrying Mimi toward the exit. “We’ve got a little justice to dish out.”

  “I want to do one more thing before we leave.”

  Grim already knew what I was going to ask as I turned to Torch.

  “You got all your shit with you, right?”

  His eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands together. “Of course!”

  Torch seemed to know his shit. He had a special mix of fuel and oxidizer that he called Big Bang. Yeah, no fucking kidding. Bottles of the mixture were left in each corner of the warehouse we just busted and every single one set with a timer. I was lookin’ forward to the aftermath of this.

  Torch pulled his phone free and then showed me the app installed, his icy blue eyes gleaming with anticipation.

  “Grim?”

  “Go for it, Torch.”

  “Light this fuckin’ place up, brother!” I shouted, thrilled that this warehouse would never imprison another woman again.

  Multiple explosions lit up the fucking night as we stood and watched the flames consume the building, caving it in as the fire burned every trace of the Black Market Railroad into nothing but ash.

  Hollering and whistles could be heard from the brothers that remained at my side with Grim. A few were on their way back with the second van and Rael. I watched that warehouse burning to the ground and caught the grins on all their faces. They enjoyed the fire but that wasn’t what excited them the most.

  It was the anticipation for the bloodletting to come.

  Sean Jones was about to face the Reaper.

  The fury of hell didn’t belong to the Tonopah chapter alone. Royal Bastards in every chapter danced with the devil. The club was everything and the brotherhood led by the skull and crown were the most ruthless bastards of them all.

  “THERE’S NO SIGN OF Resnikov,” Xenon informed me, standing at the bottom of the stairs. “I wanted you to know I’m still searching. We’ll find him.”

  “Appreciate that, Xenon.”

  “I’m tracking Vince and Antonio and the whole fucking Denali family. They’ve gone underground.”

  Grim dropped his cigarette and stomped it into the ground. “This is going to have serious repercussions with Salazar. Keep looking for those assholes and let me know when you find them.”

  Xenon dipped his head and then trudged upstairs, a determined look in his eyes. He would find what we needed. It was a matter of when, not how.

  Grim lowered his voice, watching as Mammoth punched Jones in the gut. We gathered down in t
he dungeon two hours ago and were still going the rounds, letting every brother here get a hit on him before I reaped his fucking soul. “Have you seen or heard from Shadow?”

  I shook my head. “No. What about Rael?”

  He rolled his shoulders. “No. Kid has me worried.”

  Shadow proved he could handle shit better than any prospect we had in a long time. He was smart and deadly even before he took the Devil’s Ride. I wasn’t worried about him at all. “He’ll come around. He’s working through a lot of shit, pres. I know that burden.”

  Grim understood. “I feel you.”

  “Angel still asleep?”

  “Yep. Took everything out of him when he helped Naomi.”

  “I owe him my thanks.”

  “How is she?”

  “Resting. Nylah is in with her.”

  “I told Toad not to move his ass from that doorway.”

  A laugh tumbled from my lips. “He’s listening.”

  Ghoul and Wily were taking their turn on Jones next. His fingernails were yanked away one by one followed by some of his teeth. The two brothers seemed to play off one another and enjoyed the tormented screams that Jones couldn’t hold back.

  Scorn stepped up with Drake. Both held blades in their hands and I nearly cringed.

  This was gonna hurt. I couldn’t wait to taste Jones’ fear.

  Sadistic smiles of pleasure crossed both faces as Jones was sliced, gouged, and marked for death. His howls of agony were music to my ears. Drake slid the tip of both blades up and over Jones’ cheekbones, smiling when he saw the thin streaks of blood left behind that began to slowly drip downward. Each cheek was carved with the letter R for rapist.

  Scorn stepped in as Drake set the blades aside and held Jones’ head back by the roots of his hair. "Shhh. Shhh. Hurts like fuck at first but you'll get used to the pain." The knife gleamed in the low lighting until it plunged into our prisoner’s thigh, jabbing into the thick meat down deep, and Scorn twisted the blade. He let out a guttural groan of pleasure as Drake adjusted his dick with his other hand and flashed a wicked smile.