by K. Renee
“Can we trust him?” Dom asks, surprising the shit out of me.
“He’s a Fed. I’ve never met him until today. If Spencer trusted him, I trust that.” I state. I don’t back down when Prez gives me a look of suspicion. We don’t trust outsiders. I know this – we all know this.
“Bring him in. If he crosses us, a bullet will be put in his head.” Prez finally growls. I nod my head quickly and make my way out the church doors and towards the parking lot. When I see a black Chevy truck in the parking lot, I make my way towards it.
Since the drama with the Fed and the local cops, we’ve had the bar closed to outsiders. It’s not hard to figure out who doesn’t belong.
Chapter Twenty-Three
My breathing has turned shallow and I don’t know if it's from the kick to the ribs that the bastard left me with, or the fact that he let his cronies have their turn with me afterwards. Coughing, I see the red blood on the ground next to my head.
I’m starting to feel lightheaded, but I can’t let them win. I want these assholes to pay for what they did to my mother.
When the door opens, I look up to see Esteban Souza, the head of the Souza Cartel walking back into the room. “So you ready to give me the information I want?” His voice is rough and I know he’s tired of asking me.
“I don’t know shit. You can keep beating me and I still won’t be able to answer you. We fucked, we didn’t talk about what he did.” A kick to my leg makes a loud cracking noise and I know for sure he cracked the bone in my thigh. I yell out in pain before I rest my head against the cold ground.
Closing my eyes, I try to focus on something other than the pain that is now radiating through my whole right leg. “Undo him,” he barks out. One of the guys comes over to me quickly and cuts the rope around my wrists and ankles.
I watch the men as they start to come closer to me. I don’t let them know that inside I’m fucking terrified that I’m never going to get to see his face again. Closing my eyes, I think back to the last time I was truly happy.
The knock at the door signals that he’s here. Getting up from the bed, I make my way towards the front door. The minute I open the door, he pushes it open and pushes me into the wall. His mouth is on mine before I can even greet him. His tongue is pushing into my mouth and I’m relishing in the feel of his body pressed up against mine.
When he finally breaks our kiss, I groan in frustration. I want more, but he’s moving inside the house. I frown as I close the door behind me. Walking into the living room, I watch as he drops down onto my couch, making himself comfortable.
Walking over to him, I cross my arms and tap my foot against the ground. “What babe?” he asks, smirking up at me.
“Don’t be a dick.” I huff out. We are supposed to go out to bar we met. We are supposed to be going to have a night out. A night of fun. Typically we stay holed up here, making out and getting a little freaky. Okay, a lot freaky.
“I’ll give you a dick.” He wraps his hand around my thigh, pulling me down on him. I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. His lips trail down the sensitive skin of my neck and towards my collarbone. His hands slide up and under my shirt, causing me to gasp at his cold fingers.
“Mmm.” I moan, throwing my head back, giving him better access to my throat.
It doesn’t take much for me to grind against him. Feeling him harden underneath me is the greatest feeling. Knowing that I have the power to bring him to his knees is the best compliment. “Fuck, you keep doing that and I’m going to give you my dick before we go out. Hell, we probably won’t even make it out once I get started with you and your sweet ass.” His hands grip my ass cheeks and he gives them a squeeze.
A kick to the ribs brings me back from the memory. I suck in a labored breath as I roll over onto my stomach. The pain is radiating throughout my whole body. Before I can even try and fight back, someone grabs me and pulls me up.
The weight I have to put on my leg is so excruciating that I almost black out. I feel a prick on the back of my neck and soon something rushes through my system. I can’t see straight and everything is getting hazy. “Now fucking tell me what I want to know about the Wayward Saints.” He demands. He grabs my face in one of his hands and squeezes my cheeks together. The only thing that does is make me laugh. I have no idea what the fuck they just pumped into me, but I’m kind of digging it.
“Tell me what you know about your boyfriend.” He yells. I start laughing again and I get a blow to the face in return. The back of my head hits one of the assholes holding me up, but it doesn’t get me to talk. “Now!” he barks out.
“He’s got a big dick.” I laugh. I can’t help it. It’s the truth. “I especially like when he fucks me against the wall. So fucking hot.” A grin tugs at my lips and I take another punch to the face. I feel the blood start to drip down my face again. There’s nothing I can do to clean it off, so I just shake my head, hoping to get some on the douche bags holding me still.
“He told you about himself. Now give me the information I want.” He punches me in the gut and if these guys weren’t holding me up right now, I’d be on the ground. Coughing, I try to catch my breath, but it’s no use. I start coughing up blood again and spit it on the ground.
No matter what they do to me, they won’t get any information from me. The truth is Elijah never told me a thing about his biker life. When he was with me, we lived in the moment and never looked past each other. Who he was outside of his time with me wasn’t important to me. I only wanted his attention when we were together. Work and family didn’t matter as long as I had him with me.
I knew he had friends and family at home, but nothing more than that. I knew what happened to River and that’s only because he came to me after it happened. He broke down in my arms a few nights after it happened. He told me how he should have been able to protect her, but he was too busy trying to get my attention instead.
“I’m fucking waiting,” he growls. I shrug my shoulders the best I can, but I don’t really move like I was hoping I would. I feel a prick in the back of my neck again and my body feels lighter than ever. My head spins and everything looks like its fucking changing colors. Holy fuck, what did they just shoot me up with?
The spinning gets worse and I can barely keep my head up. The walls no longer look that dingy color that I thought before. Now they seem to be bright colors. Shit. My legs give out completely and dumb and dumber are now holding my entire body weight.
I’m not a big guy, but them holding me doesn’t seem like a walk in the park, especially since it’s all dead weight.
The door opens and I hear whispers that seem louder than their yelling. “He isn’t giving us anything. Maybe he didn’t know anything about the Saints. The drug should be working.” The new man says frantically.
“Get me something that will work! I want the fucking secrets he’s keeping about his little boyfriend. There is no fucking way he didn’t say shit about the damn club.” Estaban’s pissed and I get why. He thought I would be the one to give him the inside scoop on the Saints, but he doesn’t know that I’m just as clueless as he is when it comes to their shit.
Another punch to the gut has my body hunching over even with them holding me up. They drop me to the ground and I hit the concrete floor hard. The pain in my thigh doesn’t even faze me, but I have a feeling that the shit they are pumping into me is the cause of that.
I don’t feel the pain, the only thing I feel is lightheaded. I try to keep my eyes open longer, but I can’t. My mouth is dry and the room is going black. Shit. I just want to see his face once more. I just want one more kiss. Right now, I’d take one more word.
As everything goes black around me, I just thank God that I got the amount of time I had with him. He opened my eyes to a love that I never knew was possible, especially with a man like him. A biker with a heart of gold. Sappy, I know.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Elijah.” His voice carries through the empty parking lot. Bikes are li
ned up, but not a soul is out here. Everyone is still inside drinking like they normally do on an average night.
I walk over to him and come to a stop. “Why do you want to help us?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. If he tries to fuck us over, there will be nothing I can do to stop what they’ll do to him.
“He’s my partner, one of my best friends. I know he loves you so if he trusts you, then I trust you.” He states quietly.
“Your boss know you’re here?” I ask. He shakes his head no and sighs.
“If he knew I was here, he’d have my gun and badge. There is no way in hell I’m letting those bastards take Spencer. They’ll kill him if they don’t think they can get information from him.” I nod my head because we know these assholes. They were in bed with the mob that was after Sailor. These were the men that tried to gun us down after Raef killed that bastard who bought his ole’ lady.
“Let’s go. All the key members are in church.” He doesn’t say anything as I turn and walk inside. As we make our way through the room, people stop and watch. Feds and cops aren’t allowed in here unless they are on our payroll. We all know who those men are, and this fed isn’t.
Ryder stops him before he can get past the bar area. “Who the fuck let the Fed in?” He growls. I know it’s his way of protecting us. He’s done a lot of bad shit for the club when we needed it and there isn’t another man I want on my side. We are going to need all hands on deck when we try to get Spencer back.
Turning to face Ryder, I motion for him to move. He stares at me for a second before he finally does. “He’s here on a special request. Don’t fuck with him or you’ll deal with me.” I bite out. All eyes on me narrow and I can’t help the frustration that is running through me right now. “Let’s go,” I growl. He continues to walk towards me and the guys don’t say another word. They know that I have the power to make decisions, just not a major one. Family has its benefits.
As we walk into church, the whole room goes silent. Not one person says a word until I shut the door behind the Fed. “This is Spencer’s partner. His name is…” I trail off and look back at him. I can’t for the life of me remember any of their names.
“I’m Canaan Devlin. I’m part of the Special Crimes Task Force in the FBI.” All the eyes in the room stay on him. He doesn’t move from his spot and that’s actually a good sign. I’m sure if he went to take a seat, one of the brothers would have snapped his arm or something.
“Take a seat.” Prez says from the end of the table. I walk over to my own chair and motion for him to follow. The seat to my left is vacant since Ryder is out in the bar still.
“So what do you know about the Wayward Saints?” Prez questions.
“Not much Sir,” he states. He looks around the room and then back to Prez. “I interviewed Nick Insico a few months ago, but I never learned anything other than you’re a family of bikers. I didn’t dig anything up.”
“That’s because we don’t have shit to hide. Why is someone trying to get information on us anyways?” My old man asks.
I look over at Canaan and he looks a little worried. “Well ever since the body of Carissa Phillips was found here at your establishment, it has brought the attention of a string of murders dating back awhile.” He looks around the room again before settling his eyes on me. “Spencer’s mom was a victim when he was a teenager.”
Closing my eyes, I try to not think about it. If this is the same person who has him, then they are going to kill him. No doubt about it. He was probably still digging for her killer and it could cost him his life. “Fuck.” I grit out, slamming my hands down on the long wood table. All eyes hit me and I press my fingers into the wood, standing up. I need to walk around or something.
“He’s been working the case when he has free time. He noticed the same markings on Carissa Phillips that his mom had on her at the time of her death. When Dixon told him to get information from you this morning, I didn’t expect this to happen. He refused at first.”
My eyes level on Canaan. “Why did he do it then?” He almost looks ashamed of his involvement.
“Dixon brought up his mom.” Those five words give me the answer to everything. “He told us you wouldn’t give up your family. He knew that without even talking to you. I will do everything in my power to make sure nothing happens to the club too. I just want to find Spencer. They will kill him if they don’t get the information they want. I don’t want to have to identify his body if we don’t get to him soon enough.”
I run my hand through my hair and look to Prez for help on that one. The room as been quiet and I know that it’s because they are watching and trying to figure out the next step. We plan for a reason. We want to ensure that one wrong move won’t get another one of our men killed.
“You sure it’s the Souza Cartel?” Dom asks from his seat next to his old man.
“They are the ones who killed one of your members. They were the ones left at the scene when they took…” he trails off when he sees the look on Prez’s face.
“They were the ones behind my son’s death?” Prez’s face is stone cold angry now.
“From all the evidence I’ve been over, it points to them. Have you had problems with them in the past?”
“One.” Prez states coldly.
“Maybe retribution?” Canaan suggests. Prez and my old man exchange looks and I know there is something they aren’t saying.
“We don’t have enemies.” My old man states. I roll my eyes and shake my head.
“Can we focus on finding Spence?” I demand. I’m tired of this going in circles bullshit. If Canaan is right, they will kill him. If he knows anything about them from his research on his mom’s case, he’s going to die.
“Fine.” My old man states grumpily.
“Where do they hide people?” Canaan asks.
I look around the table and see the expressions on everyone’s faces. “Please,” I say softly. “As pissed as I am at him right now for not telling me the truth, I love him.” My hands go to the table and I look to my brother Brantley. “I don’t want to lose him.”
“They have that warehouse off Turner.” Dom’s voice carries through the silence. I can feel the eyes of my father burning through me, but I don’t care right now. All I want right now is to see Spencer one more time. I need to know that he will make it out of this shit alive.
“Lets load up. We take out every one of them.” Prez turns to look at Canaan and raises an eyebrow at him. “You okay with that Fed?”
Canaan doesn’t even hesitate with his answer and it brings a smile grin to my lips. “Fuck yeah.”
Everyone gets up and we make our way out of church and towards the arsenal we keep hidden. After the ten of us grab enough ammunition to take out a small army, we make our way out to the van. As we are loading up, a hand comes down on my shoulder. When I turn to see who it is, I see Dom standing there staring at me. He doesn’t say anything at first, but after a few beats he speaks.
“I’m proud of you kid. I get how fucking hard it is to come out the way you did, but just know you’ll always be welcome in the club under my watch.” He squeezes my shoulder. “They will come around. You’re family. Not all the guys are going to understand, but I want you to know I have your back.”
“Me too kid. You’re my baby brother. They say shit to you, they can deal with me.” Brant says before getting in the back of the van.
After everyone loads up in the van, Jase takes us in the direction of the warehouse on Turner Road.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The room is dark when I finally come to again. I feel like the room is still spinning and I can barely open my eyes. I’m exhausted and I don’t know if it’s from the lack of water or the shit they’ve been pumping into me.
The darkness is deadly silent and I have no idea how long I’ve been in here alone. My muscles are starting to hurt again. I try to move my leg, but the throbbing takes over and I end up on the ground again grunting out in pain.
“Ki
ll him.” I hear through the wooden door. I look up and see the handle start to move. “He doesn’t have the information we need, so he’s no use to us. Find me someone who knows about the Saints MC.” I move the best I can in order to keep out of sight of the fucker that’s about to walk in the door.
I force myself to stand and wait for the bastard to come in the room. When he does, I hit him in the throat with my elbow. I fall onto him and wrap my arm around his neck. I snap his neck quickly and push my body away from him.
The pain in my thigh gets worse and I almost black out from the pain. The room grows quiet again, I try like hell to hear if anyone is coming towards the door. When I don’t hear anyone, I slowly make my way towards the wall next to the door. When I press my back against the wall, I hear footsteps coming towards me.
As the doorknob turns, I get ready to attack the next person who comes through the door. Gun shots blast through the place and I can’t tell where they are coming from. I cover my head just as the door flies open. The door hits the wall with a loud thump and I feel the corner of the door catch my leg. I grunt out in pain and the person on the other side of the door comes around it and points the gun right at my head.
I throw up a prayer and close my eyes. There is no fucking way I’m going to be able to get out of the way of his bullet. The bang echoes through the room. I try to move as fast as I can, but it's no use. The sting of the bullet tearing through me steals my breath. My mind focuses on Elijah and all the shit I wish I could have told him. I wish I could say sorry to him for calling him and getting him to drop everything and come to my place where I told him that I knew who he was. Where I broke his trust. I feel my body start to get cold, but his voice is in my head telling me to hold on.
My eyes start to close and I feel my body slump to the side. The voice gets louder and I try to open my eyes. Hands grip my face and I feel lips press down on my skin. “E…” I can’t get anything else out of my mouth.