Hawk_Devil's Fury Book 3

by Torrie Robles

  “Always holier than thou, huh, Bianca? The mighty Bianca Sinclair. Never did a thing wrong in her life. Even riding on the back of a motorcycle playing with all those evil men and you were still an angel, giving forgiveness left and right.”

  “This isn’t about me, Gloria. It never was.”

  “Wasn’t it?” My mother lifts her brow. Something passes between the two, and I have a feeling this has something more to do with my mother abandoning me. She shifts her attention from Bianca to me. Her face is stone, no emotion while she gazes upon her only daughter. “Why are you here?”

  Not being able to find the courage, my gaze drops to my lap. “I’m sick, Mama.”

  “Leukemia,” Bianca confirms.

  I hear my mother gasp, but I still can’t bring my head up to meet her stare. “What does that have to do with me?”

  Not how can I help, or what do you need from me, but what does that have to do with me. I don’t know when my mother became so cruel, or maybe she always was.

  “You know what it has to do with you.”

  I finally lift my gaze to my mother and see her narrow her gaze towards Bianca. She shakes her head. “No. This has nothing to do with me.” She stands and turns her back on us, making her way towards the front door. “I’m sorry, Tessa. I remember what I went through the first time, but this has nothing to do with me.”

  “Maldita sea, Gloria! Dile la Verdad. Dale la oportunidad de vivir porque no voy a ser yo quien lo haga. Ayuda a salvar a tu hija.” God damn it, Gloria! Tell her the truth. Give her a chance to live because I'm not going to be the one to do it. Help save your daughter.

  “Maybe it’s time you get your hands dirty, Bianca. Maybe it’s time you atone for your husband’s actions. Now, if you’d please leave.”

  When Bianca gets up, I follow with my head down. My heart aches. Never would I ever be so spiteful towards Sam. He’s a blessing. If I had more than one child, I would be thankful for each and every one of them.

  Bianca stops in front of my mother, who is standing with the front door open. “Que Dios me apiade de tu alma.” May God have mercy on your soul.

  Tessa

  I watch the familiar streets of my childhood neighborhood pass as Bianca drives back to her house. I had stopped trying to fight the tears the moment I closed the car door. I couldn’t help but look back at my parents’ house when I was safely within the confines of the car.

  I shouldn’t have.

  My mother had stood on the porch, her arms folded with a scowl on her face. A scowl. What did I ever do to that woman? Was she ashamed of what happened to me? Did my attack put a mark on my family? Were there whispers of what happened to me? I’ve spent a long time trying to figure out what I did to make her hate me so much. I still don’t get it.

  “Mija.” Bianca places her hand on my arm. “It has nothing to do with you.”

  I wish I could believe her words, but I have too many memories to prove otherwise.

  I sniff. “It sure feels like it,” I mumble as I continue to stare out the window. I wipe the tears from my face and turn my head towards Bianca. “Growing up, I always felt the resentment my mother held for me. She was cold, and I always thought she didn’t like another female vying for my father’s attention. I never understood what I did to her to deserve that. I guess it was just being born.”

  “Mija, you’re innocent. That is all on her. Nothing to do with you.” She gives me a smile and pats the side of my face.

  “I’m lucky to have had you in my life, Bianca. I saw how much you loved your kids and the kids of everyone in the club. It was always unconditional. You taught me that. You taught me how a parent should love their child. I’m thankful for you.”

  “Aye, mija. Todos ustedes, los niños, siempre fueron fáciles de amar.” All you kids were always easy to love.

  Hawk

  The meeting is happening. Louie Jr. was more than happy to meet up. This is a prime example of how the face of the MC is changing. Not just with Fury, but with the Diablos as well.

  I knock on the door of Cut’s office. “Come in,” he calls before I enter.

  He’s the only one in the room. Lick and Sin are in the shop, and Dyke has taken off for a few days. The others are either in the clubhouse or out of town. “Louie will be here, soon.”

  I drop down in the chair in front of his desk. “Do you have a game plan?”

  “I’m going to recap what happened, then I’m going to ask for his location. Knowing that Louie has his daughter, he’ll take what happened to Tessa into consideration.”

  “Yeah, let’s hope.”

  “Let's forget to mention the reasons behind his club members’ untimely deaths, got it?”

  “He’s not going to hear it from me.”

  “How’s Tessa?”

  “She’s home resting. She had the scans and spinal tap this morning. Between those and the shit that went down with her mother yesterday, she’s wiped.”

  “I have half a mind to go over there and knock some sense into those people.”

  My phone vibrates, so I pull it out of my pocket.

  Rhea: Just checking in. How’s she doing?

  Me: Tired.

  Rhea: Let me know if you need anything from us. That’s from mom. Oh, and she says she misses you. I might miss you too.

  “Everything all right?”

  I look up, and Cut is eyeing me. “Yeah, my sister and mom.”

  He leans back in his chair. “Never thought I’d see the day that you’d have such a different reaction to her. From the moment she left, you’ve hated her.”

  “Things change,” I tell him when I shove the phone back in my pocket.

  “You going to tell me how that came about?”

  “Not sure what good it would do. I found some things out, and I saw what she did in a different light. All that shit’s in the past now. I’d like to keep it there. I’m tired of looking back. I’m a total hypocrite if I don’t stop doing that since I always give Sin a hard time.”

  “Well, you know if you need anything, and I’m not saying from the club, but from me, you come to me.”

  A knock sounds. “Prez?”

  “Come in.”

  The door opens, a prospect and Louie Jr, enter. He’s alone.

  “This has to do more with him than me. That’s why he’s here,” Cut expresses.

  I stand and offer Louie my hand. He shakes it then reaches over the desk and does the same to Cut. “Have a seat,” I suggest when I pull the chair next to him.

  “What’s going on?” Louie asks, his gaze bouncing between Cut and me. When Cut gives me the signal, I start.

  “The day Sienna was taken–”

  Louie sits up and leans his elbows on his knees. His attention is pointed at Cut. “Something I had nothing to do with. I wasn’t even in town.”

  “I know. That day, they didn’t only take Sienna. They attacked her best friend,” Cut confirms.

  Louie leans back. His hand comes up and rubs his jaw as he shakes his head. “All the fucking shit of the past. Never seems to stay buried does it?”

  “I take it you didn’t know about these actions?”

  “I heard rumors. But like I said, I wasn’t in town. I was scouting for my father. We were trying to build the Diablos, and it was my job to patch in new members.”

  This was a fact because Louie Sr. knew what he was planning when it came to taking Sienna. He was looking for more soldiers to fight the war he was planning with Devin. He wanted to wipe out Fury, and he needed the manpower to make it happen.

  “I’m looking for a man named Tre De La Cruz.”

  “Are you kidding me right now? You want me to hand over another one of my members?”

  “He’s the last one alive.”

  “Yeah, convenient, isn’t it?” Louie remarks.

  “No offense, Louie,” I say, “but it was my woman who was attacked. And I’m putting it mildly when I say that. She was raped by several of your men repeatedly. They put her in t
he hospital. She was bleeding and broken. She’s lucky she made it, and now I need to the right this last wrong. I need to do it for her and myself. She needs to live whatever life she has left without fear.”

  Louie glances at Cut not understanding.

  “Tessa has cancer. They’re not sure how bad it is.”

  “We have a boy,” I lie. Bringing Sam up wasn’t in the plans, but I’m hoping he’ll have some fucking compassion. He doesn’t need to know Sam’s age. If he did, I don’t know how he’ll react. Sam does have Diablo blood flowing through his veins, and I’m not sure how seriously Jr. takes that.

  “She’s been gone all these years, and now she’s home because she’s–” my voice cracks, “dying and I want her to make as many memories with him before it’s too late. She won’t leave the house because of her fears. That’s not the way for her to live, not when we don’t know how much time she has left.”

  “What do I get in return? I have a fucking reputation to keep. What the fuck do you think people are going to say about me if I continue to hand my men over to you? It’s fucked up that you’d ask me to do that.”

  “I hear Tre isn’t even this chapter anymore.”

  “So you’ve been looking? Why the fuck did you even bring me here if you’ve been looking on your own?”

  “We brought you here because the piece of shit hasn’t been visible for over a year.”

  “Then, for all we know, he might be dead with the rest of them.” He turns and addresses Cut. “I’d hate for our truce to be over with. I don’t want to start doing shit old school, but if you’re going to start going after mine, then I’m going to start coming after yours.”

  Cut squeeze his eyes shut. His jaw tenses. He takes a deep breath before opening his eyes. “I’ve asked you here to discuss this because one, you’re a father and I can only imagine the shit you went through when Redding took your little girl. Picture having five animals taking their turns with her. Fucking her, biting her, pissing on her. Can you imagine how, as a father, you’d be able to handle that? I respect you, Louie. You’ve pulled your club from the pile of shit your father put it in. Not everyone would be able to do what you did. Most clubs would have folded, but you didn’t back down, and because of that, the stain that was once on the Diablos name is no more. Don’t prove me wrong, because I don’t like to be wrong. I’m asking as a man, do the right thing. Ease the burden this woman has been living through all these years. Let her finally rest easy.”

  Louie pushes himself up and heads towards the door. “Heard he was up in a small town in southern Colorado–Capulin. Ask for Edwardo at the local bar. He’ll help you.” He pulls the door opens and leaves.

  Finally giving me some fucking hope.

  Hawk

  The dirt circles around our bikes as we park next to the bar. “You know how this shit is going down, right?” I ask Cruise after I pull my helmet off.

  He shakes his long blond faux hawk as soon as his helmet is off his head. “This isn’t my first rodeo, Hawk. I know what the fuck to do.”

  I haul my leg over my bike at the same time as him. “That’s not what I fucking mean. I’m taking the lead on this one.”

  “I don’t know if I can do that,” he tells me as he locks his helmet to the bike.

  I grab his arm. “This isn’t up for discussion. I take that fucker out.”

  He pulls from my grip and takes a step towards me. “Do you know what’s it been like all these years living with that fucking picture in my mind. The guilt? Would you like me to describe it for you?” His blue eyes bore into mine. “The way her wails and shrieks of pain ring in my ears? How she fought time after time only to be beaten down until she didn’t have a fight left? I’m not sure what Tessa has told you, but I’ve seen it. So whatever it is that your little brain is picturing right now, make it twenty times worse. You have no idea how lucky she is to be alive. Not after what I saw. No one should have survived that.” He takes a step back and heads towards the bar.

  “This isn’t your fight!”

  He looks over his shoulder. “Does it matter?”

  We both take a seat at the bar. The bartender looks at us both, his gaze landing on the patches of our cuts. He leans over and says, “I’m Edwardo, what can I get for ya?”

  “I think you know,” I tell him.

  His eyes scan the area before he leans on the bar. “Rumor has it that he’s held up in a little house at the end of town.” He slides a piece of paper towards me, then stands up and turns his back. “I’ll get you both those beers,” he says over his shoulder as he pulls the tap down, filling the frosted glass.

  To make it less conspicuous, Cruise and I decide to make the journey to the address on the paper on foot. There’s no reason to draw attention to ourselves by riding our bikes. Plus, we don’t want the sound of our engines tipping him off. Before we leave the bar, we push our bikes around back in a shed. I grab the pack and container I have mounted to the side, and we make the trip a few streets over.

  It’s close to eleven at night. Most of the lights are out in the houses as we pass them. The fewer people that are up, the less likely they’ll be able to call the cops. When we reach the address that’s written on the paper, the house is dark, not even a porch light.

  “Do you think this is right?” Cruise asks in hushed tones.

  “Yeah. I don’t think Jr. would lead us down the wrong path.”

  I move from off the sidewalk, towards the back of the house. None of the homes have fences in this neighborhood, so it makes it easier. When we reach the back door, I take the gun from my belt before grabbing for the slider.

  “Hey.” Cruise grips my hand. “Let me go first.” Before I open my mouth to tell him where he can go, he continues, “I’m saying if he’s waiting for us, I’m better off taking a bullet or whatever else he’s got planned. You’ve got people counting on you.”

  He’s right, so I step aside and let him take the lead. With a slight pull of the glass door, it opens. “This is too fucking easy, man,” Cruise says. “Something doesn’t feel right about this. I hope we aren’t walking into a trap.”

  Once we both step through the door, we stop and listen. The house is silent except for a muffled sound coming from down the hall. I signal for us to keep going. He shakes his head in protest, but as soon as I’m headed down the hall, I can feel him at my back. The door is open in the first room we come to. Taking a step inside, I see that it’s empty. Cruise walks ahead and goes into the next room. He signals that it’s empty. The muffled sound is louder in the last place. I draw my gun out and push the door open.

  Tre’s eyes widen when he sees my gun. He tries to fight against the gag in his mouth, screaming behind the gathered fabric. He begins to buck against the headboard where his arms are tied. He’s shackled to either end in a spread-eagle position.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Cruise drops the hand he’s holding the gun to his side.

  Lowering my gun but still keeping it trained on him, I take a step towards the bastard. There’s a piece of paper pinned to his chest. The words, ‘You’re Welcome’ are printed in bold print. Louie not only turns one of his guys over to me, but he also put a fucking bow on him like a neatly wrapped present.

  “Turn the bathroom light on so we can get some light in here.” Tre’s eyes frantically follow Cruise’s movement. I bend down slightly. “Do you know why we’re here?”

  Tre shakes his head as he pulls at his restraints. When the light comes on, I see what condition he’s in. Dried blood is streaked down his forearms. The whites of his socks are stained red where the metal has cut into the skin, and he’s wearing tan khakis which have a darkened crotch. The air smells slightly of urine.

  “How long do you think he’s been like this?” Cruise comes up next to me. “He’s fucking pissed himself.”

  “No idea, but that’s not my problem.” I turn around and dump the pack on the dresser. I start pulling everything out. I’m not sure what I’m going to do,
but whatever it is, there’s only one outcome, and that’s this fucker’s death.

  “Holy shit, you’ve got some fucked up shit in there.” Cruise lifts one of Lick’s old torturing tools. It’s a large knife they used to use to amputate legs in the 1600’s.

  “Not mine. They’re Lick’s.”

  “His fucked-up-ness knows no bounds.” He puts the knife back on the dresser. I can hear his boots walking around the room as I pull the last tool from the bag. “Do you wanna ask him questions or just get straight to the point?”

  I grab the flashlight and click the button. Tre clenches his eyes close when I shine it in his face. Once it’s on his chest, he opens them, and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the gut. The same blue eyes of a little boy I’ve grown to love are staring back at me.

  “Hey, you all right?”

  I blink my eyes and shake my head. He fucking raped her. That’s all I care about. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  I turn and place the flashlight on the dresser, pointing it in the room, giving us some more light. I grab a scalpel from the pile of tools. The entire drive here I had been planning out what kind of things I was going to do once I got my hands on him, but now, now I just what this shit over so I can get back to Tessa and Sam.

  “This is what I think we should do.” I turn back around and make my way towards Tre. “I think we need to use the eye for an eye theory.” I keep my eyes trained on Cruise’s face as he tries to decipher what I’m saying, before he understands, I jab the knife straight down into the motherfucker’s dick. Tre’s muffled screams can be heard as his body jerks with the pain, making my hand go deeper. I pull up and make another jab into his flesh.

  “Holy fuck!” Cruise’s eyes widen. I force my hand to stay in one place, making Tre cut himself with his jerking motions. I’m not sure if I’m cutting his dick clean off his body, and there’s no fucking way I’m taking his pants down to make sure I’m doing it right.

  I look down and see my hand covered in warm, slippery blood. The crimson stain is growing through the fabric of his pants. Turning my head, I peer at the fucker who took so much from Tessa. His eyes are feral, snot is shooting from his nose as he tries to breathe through the pain. “Finish him,” I tell Cruise, letting him complete the list to rid himself of his guilty conscience.