by Mia Miles
He put two fingers up to his head and made like he was shooting himself. Then, he slumped over on the stool, mocking my dead body.
“You know, right in the head. We’ll leave you here for the authorities to find you, and who knows? Maybe we’ll leave one of the bikers here. Make it look like a murder-suicide or something. Real clean, easy stuff.”
I turned away, forced myself to stop staring at that man’s face. I had called him my dad all my life, but I didn’t know the cruel man sitting in front of me, taunting me.
He put a finger under my chin and turned my face towards his. “Oh, you really thought all I did was run a construction company? You really thought it was more than a mere front for my real business?” He laughed and let go of my chin.
We heard the motorcycles rev back up outside. I looked up toward the windows, like I could see anything. Raymond hurried out of the light toward his guys in the windows.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice echoing back from the walls.
“They’re leaving,” one said.
“Want us to shoot them while they’re riding off?” another questioned eagerly.
“No, don’t do that,” he said, turning around in a huff and walking back towards me.
I wasn’t feeling the least bit amused, but I forced a harsh, mocking laugh out anyway.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, standing over me.
“Your little plan is falling apart. I guess he figured out it was you texting him and not me. You didn’t expect him to figure out he was being set up, did you?” I asked, still chuckling.
“You know what? Who cares if he leaves? I know where their clubhouse is. We can take care of you now. Then, we can ride over there and handle them. It’ll be easy. What do you think about that plan?”
He shook his head in disgust and walked away. He took my phone back out and texted Nails again. He watched my screen for a minute, waiting for a reply. When he didn’t get one, he put the phone in his coat pocket again. He walked over to one of the guys standing on either side of him.
“Get everyone downstairs in the SUV’s. Let’s get ready to roll. We’re going to handle this up here, and we’ll be down in a minute,” he said. He patted the guy on the shoulder as he took the other goon with him and walked into the darkness of the warehouse behind Raymond.
That left me sitting there with Raymond Chase and the two armed men manning the lights over me. I heard the footsteps of the men behind him as they hurried out of the room. I didn’t like the way it felt to be left there with them. I didn’t like the look on the man’s face as he stood there in front of me.
“You and your boy have disappointed me for the last time,” he growled as he pulled a gun out from behind his back. It was a small black revolver.
“After everything, you’re going to shoot me,” I said. “You raised me like your own daughter just to bring me into an abandoned warehouse and put a bullet in my head when I didn’t turn out to be the woman you wanted me to be.” I nodded.
“I didn’t raise you. I tolerated you.” He spat his words at me. “You were a constant reminder of your mother’s infidelity. Do you know how that feels? It’s like a slap in the face every time I look at you, but I had to smile, to pretend to be the proud father. I had to shell out the cash to put you in the best school. I had to swallow my own pride to let you work for me, to decide to let you at least try to learn the business.”
“Poor, pitiful you,” I said. “You could have divorced my mother. You didn’t have to raise me. You didn’t have to pretend you were my dad. That’s your own stupidity, and to point a gun at my head as punishment is pretty stupid, too.” I didn’t have anything else to lose. It didn’t look like I was going to be getting out of there any time soon. The only thing I could do was continue to stall him.
“I’m not stupid,” he said, laughing. “You’re the idiot sitting here trying to get me to talk to you, now that I have a gun to your head, now that you know your boyfriend isn’t coming for you.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I shouted. “Shut up!”
He fired the gun, away from me, back into the shadows behind him. The sound exploded in my head. I closed my eyes as my hearing slowly returned.
“The next one’s going to be you,” he said. “I’m the one with the gun. I make the rules.” His voice was calm again.
He grabbed the stool and pulled back in front of me. He sat down with the gun in his hand. He wasn’t pointing it at me. I took that as a good thing.
“Let me tell you a little bit about your real dad before I take care of you,” he said.
“Please don’t,” I pleaded with him.
“No, I think you should know what kind of a loser your mom was sleeping with.”
I looked him right in the face. “You just get off on being mean, don’t you?” I tried to bury all of my emotions. The only thing the man in front of me could have done was shoot me. There was nothing else he could do to me. He was not my father. He was no one to me. He had impersonated my father. That was it.
“He was a lowlife, just like the guy you’re supposedly ‘not dating’ now,” he continued, as if I hadn’t said anything. He looked at me, as if contemplating saying more.
“You don’t have to tell me anything else,” I said. “If you can’t give me a name, I don’t want to know.”
“Oh, you want a name? I don’t remember the guy’s name. The guy was a loser. I ran his ass off after I found out about it. He’s probably drunk in a ditch somewhere,” Raymond said with a laugh.
Then, he stopped laughing and pointed his gun back in my face. “You know what? I’m bored. If this isn’t upsetting you, there’s no point in it.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Nails
“You’re still running the show,” Cutter said after everyone had guns in their hands. A few of us also had lights on the barrels, and a few others wore night vision goggles. It was a pretty high-tech operation for a bunch of bikers. I didn’t know we had gear like that back at the clubhouse.
“Yeah, you’re still in charge,” Rogan said, stepping up on my other side, an automatic rifle slung over his shoulder.
“Well, I guess we do this thing,” I told them.
“You guess?” Cutter asked. “That doesn’t sound too in-charge to me.”
“Alright, then. Let’s go.” I looked around at the other guys. “We’re going to take it on foot this time so they don’t hear us approaching. We’ll take them by surprise. Remember, we don’t know how many there are. Keep your lights off. We don’t need to draw extra attention. Anyone with night vision, keep it on. We’ll have to be the eyes for everyone else,” I said.
“Blades will stay with the truck and watch the bikes,” Cutter said, nodding at Blades sitting in the driver seat. He nodded back, satisfied with his job, probably the only one of us who would have been content being left behind on a job like this.
The road was as deserted as the buildings on either side of it. We hurried across, back towards the warehouse where Raymond Chase and his men were. I kept my goggles on, watching the windows of the building, but I didn’t see anything. As we moved around to the back, I held out my arm to slow everyone down. I scanned the building. Nothing.
Then, I looked down at the cars behind the building. Sure enough, the SUV’s had several people in them. Chase’s goons. I looked back at the guys and pointed at the SUV’s. We started creeping up on them. A few guys stood back and took aim at the windows.
I approached with Cutter and Rogan at my side. I was amazed that they didn’t see us coming. It wasn’t exactly pitch black in the parking lot or anything, even without my night vision.
But then a gunshot rang out from inside the building. I looked back at Cutter and Rogan, wide-eyed with panic. They looked up at the building.
“Cover me,” I whispered to them, and they turned back to the guys watching the SUV’s, signaling them to cover the guys inside.
As I ran to the door, I could hear Cutter and R
ogan behind me. Before we entered, I looked back and saw the other guys surrounding the SUV’s and pulling everyone out with their hands up. They looked like law enforcement, patting the guys down for other weapons and holding them at the cars.
“Tell them to wait,” I told Rogan. “Don’t take them out yet. We don’t want to alert Raymond to our presence until it’s too late for him to do anything. Tell them I’ll give the signal when I’m up there.”
Rogan ran off to the guys surrounding the cars, and Cutter followed me in through the door. I put my night vision back on so I could see if anyone was waiting for us in the darkness. There was no one on the ground floor. We took the stairs up to the second floor, and I knew as soon as we came out of the stairwell that we were in the right place. There was the glow of floodlights spilling out across the building. I put my arm out to keep Cutter behind me as we walked forward.
“Coming back with an update?” Chase asked from the small wooden stool where he sat in front of Brittney. They had her tied to a chair. Two more of his men stood by the floodlights shining down on her. Chase had a gun in her face.
“Yeah, I’ve got an update for you,” I bellowed.
Chase spun around on his stool and looked right at me. “Jagger?”
He squinted into the darkness beyond the glow of the floodlights, looking for me. I chuckled and stepped forward, Cutter at my side. Chase pointed his gun at me.
I cocked an eyebrow and pointed mine at him. He turned and pointed his at Brittney again as his two men pulled theirs and aimed them at me.
“The rifle in my hand is fully automatic, Chase. Before your boys could even think to shoot at me, I could have all three of you on the floor in pools of your own blood. Now, tell them to put their guns down,” I ordered him.
He nodded at his guys. “Only if he shoots me,” he said.
I looked at Cutter. “Go give the signal,” I told him. He walked slowly into the darkness behind me, heading toward the windows.
“Where’s he going?” Chase asked. “What’s he doing?” He took his gun away from Brittney’s face and waved it around.
“That’s really not any of your business, is it?” I asked.
“Call him back here,” Chase said, putting the gun under Brittney’s chin. “Call him back, or I shoot your girlfriend.”
“If you were going to do that, you would have already,” I told him. “I’m sure he has time to do whatever he’s going to do before you pull the trigger on anybody.” The surge of confidence felt good. I was in charge, and there wasn’t anything anyone else could do about it.
Silence fell upon us then. For a brief moment, it was heavy, deafening. Time slowed to a crawl.
Then, Cutter let off a few rounds, aiming out the window.
“What’s that crazy bastard doing? Who is he signaling?” Chase asked, but before I could answer, gunfire erupted in the parking lot behind the building as our men assassinated the men who’d been in Chase’s SUV’s when we walked up. The horror of what our guys were doing outside dawned on him as he listened to the gunfire.
“Alright, it’s done,” Cutter said, walking back up a moment later. “Every single one of them, and not one of our guys.”
“Chase, it’s over,” I said. “Put the gun down before we have to take out the guys up here as well.”
He cocked the hammer back and shook his head.
I sighed and nodded. Cutter pulled the trigger and dropped both of the men standing in suits behind Brittney. Chase watched them fall and turned to look back at us, taking the gun away from her again.
I stepped forward. “Drop the gun,” I told him.
“Hey, man, that’s a lot of gunfire,” Cutter warned me. “We should probably get out of here.”
“Get the guys back across the street,” I told him without looking away from Chase. “I’ll finish up here.”
“You sure? I mean, I don’t want to leave you here with this guy. Just go ahead and take him out so we can go,” my brother argued.
“No, I got it. You go.”
“Listen to your little brother. Get out of here. This is between us. One of us will meet you downstairs in a few minutes,” Chase said to Cutter.
“Actually, there will be two of us. You will be up here waiting for the police to show up. I’m sure they’re already on their way,” I said as I continued advancing on him.
“I’ll fucking do it, I swear,” Chase threatened.
Cutter hurried off back downstairs.
“You really should have told him to leave you up here alone with me,” Chase warned. “Now I’m going to kill your girl right in front of you.”
“Bullshit,” I said, still walking towards him. I stood right in front of him now, and he still hadn’t tried pulling that trigger. I knew what I was doing was bold, possibly even stupid, but I also knew there was no chance he was going to kill his daughter.
“What are you doing?” he asked frantically as I lowered my gun and grabbed his wrist.
“I’m going to disarm you,” I told him as I pulled his arm away from Brittney.
“Like hell you are,” he argued.
The revolver when off. The sound rang out in the room. Brittney winced and closed her eyes, crying out at the noise. I pulled Chase off the stool, bringing him to his feet as we fought.
Finally, I let go of him and grabbed my gun. I took the butt of the automatic rifle across his face a couple of good times until he fell to the ground. He was out like a light. I reached down and checked his pulse. I’d just knocked him out.
“Is he?” Brittney asked.
“He’s fine. He’ll have a headache when he wakes up.” I put my gun back across my shoulder with the strap attached to it and pulled out a knife to cut her free. I could hear sirens off in the distance.
“We need to go,” she said. “The cops will be here soon.”
“And there will be plenty of questions, I’m sure,” I said.
“That’s why we don’t need to hang around.” Once she was free she stood up and stepped away from the chair.
“Help me tie him up real quick,” I said.
“Let’s go. Just leave him,” she said.
“He could still leave before they get here,” I told her. I grabbed him and carried him over to the chair, where I quickly tied his arms and legs.
She grabbed my hand as soon as I finished. “Let’s go,” she urged, pulling me back.
We hurried downstairs and back into the parking lot. I took the lead and pulled her with me once we were outside, running her across the street. The sirens were getting closer as we crossed the deserted street and ran behind the other building, where Rogan waited for me next to my bike.
“Everyone else already rode off, brother,” he said. “It’s better that way. Now, come on,” he said, gunning his engine.
I hopped on my bike and pulled Brittney on behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself against me. I held my gun across my lap, the strap still around my shoulders.
“Hold on,” I told her as I fired up the engine and we pulled off.
As we drove back towards the clubhouse, I thought about how the next few hours were going to go. Law enforcement was going to find him tied to the chair in the warehouse under the floodlights, his face beaten and possibly bloody. They would arrest him, take him down to the station for questioning. In the meantime, a detective was probably going to end up at the house, where they’d find the paperwork Rogan said was on the coffee table.
Once Chase was connected to Russo legally, there’d be no reason to suspect anyone else of what happened at the warehouse. They’d shut the case and lock his ass up. His operation would go down, and then they’d go after Russo and anyone else connected to Brittney’s father. It was all going to unfold nicely, as long as no one said anything when they showed up at HQ asking questions.
No matter how things went, the arms around my waist reminded me that I had the only thing that truly mattered in the whole situation. I had Brittney. She was safe, a
nd we were on our way back to the clubhouse where I could take care of her.
I also had the respect of the MC for being right and leading them into a pretty sweet setup with Raymond Chase. Once again, we were the good guys, setting up a member of the mob. I had led the charge against him, and I was probably going to be recommended to become a senior member of the MC for it. Rogan hadn’t left my side the whole time, and I knew he had my back. Cutter hadn’t said anything, but he seemed impressed as well.
The guys cheered as we pulled into the parking lot at HQ. They all stood outside the bay door, shouting and clapping. I pumped a fist into the air as I pulled my Harley up in line with the others. Brittney even patted my back as we parked.