Stolen: Hell's Overlords MC

by Zoey Parker

  “He has. You guys were taking so damn long, we thought we were going to have to leave you both here to deal with him yourselves,” she teased.

  “Hey, let’s grab some of these weapons real quick,” I told her.

  “Yeah, let’s do it.” She waved Dante out of the SUV that Fang’s backup had arrived in, and he quickly climbed out.

  “Guys, we probably only have a few minutes before he’s here, so let’s be quick,” he said.

  “That’s why all three of us are doing it,” I told him.

  We grabbed only what we could carry in one trip. I made sure to get both of the fully automatic guns Fang’s men had brought with them. We hurried back into the SUV just as a couple of cars rode past. I was sure the car on its side with the bodies lying all around it was going to attract some attention.

  “Well, there’s some good news,” Dante said as he pulled onto the road.

  “What’s that?” I asked him wearily.

  “At least we’re in Fang’s SUV, so if anyone sees us and the plates bring anything up in the system, they’ll go back to him,” he joked.

  I laughed and sighed at the same time, sinking down into the backseat.

  “That’s pretty optimistic of you, brother. Thanks.” I closed my eyes and listened to the car itself on the ride back to headquarters.

  No one said anything for the whole ride back. We were all too tired, too stunned, and possibly even too traumatized to say anything. We all needed to process what had just happened the night before. We were leaving a pretty gruesome scene on the side of the road. We lost a lot of men over the course of the whole day. It was the end of a chapter for Hell’s Overlords.

  It was the kind of thing that made some MC presidents step down. I’d seen it happen in other clubs, where a major event like that just carried too much weight for the president to handle, and he was almost forced to step down to get away from the stress.

  I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Having Fang out of the way meant we could really unleash our potential. I wanted to tell Dante we needed to start investigating Fang’s weapons connection so we could get the weapons business back, but I knew the ride back wasn’t the time for that. I wanted to thank Sasha for saving my ass back there, but it wouldn’t have been appropriate. She was probably processing the loss of her mentor.

  As we rode into the sunrise, I knew a new day was dawning for Hell’s Overlords. I had an old lady at my side. I was excited for the first time in years to go in and announce a meeting, when the time was right of course. Our number one rival was out of the way, and there was no one in his organization ready to take his place. That had been so short-sighted of him. A good leader always had someone ready to step into their place.

  My replacement was driving the car. If anything ever happened to me, I knew he’d have my back with the MC. Dante would slide right into the leadership role without a problem.

  “We need to ditch this thing after we get back,” I blurted out as soon as I had the thought. I felt the silence in the car shatter as I spoke. No one else was probably thinking about work. Dante was probably thinking about beer and a hot shower, maybe finding a girl later today. Sasha was probably thinking about the image of her boss’s body falling over at my feet. She was probably running through her decisions all over again, everything that led us to this moment together.

  “I don’t know. It’s pretty nice,” Dante said. “I wouldn’t mind having one.”

  “Well, then let’s send it over to Cortez and let him make sure it can’t be identified,” I told him. “But we can’t keep it hanging around the way it is.”

  “Definitely. I already texted him,” Dante said.

  “Has he said anything back?”

  “Man, you know he just went to bed probably an hour ago.” He laughed.

  “Yeah, probably, but we need to handle it as soon as we can,” I urged.

  “Hey, boss.” Dante looked at me in the rearview.

  “Yeah.” I met his gaze.

  “Relax, man. We just went through a lot of shit yesterday, and we all need to chill out right now. That includes you,” he said. “So relax.”

  I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to shut work off. I was always working. If I wasn’t at HQ or any of our chapters, I was on the phone or texting someone about work. If I wasn’t doing that, I was running through plans and actions in my head. Yes, we’d been through a lot. Yes, we had a lot to handle over the next week or two from fallout, but we had to be prepared to deal with all of the changes that were about to occur.

  As the president of Hell’s Overlords, it was my duty to make sure we were prepared, so I let them have their peaceful silence. I looked out the window at the beautiful trees passing us by on the sides of the road. In my head, I was preparing checklists of what we needed to do to move forward.

  At the top of my list was taking Sasha to her apartment tonight so we could start sorting her things out for the move. I was going to ask her to move in with me later, once we had some time alone, and I was pretty sure she was going to say yes.

  Chapter 29

  Sasha

  While Cole was downstairs breaking all of the bad news to other members, mothers, widows, and former old ladies, I found myself back in the second floor bathroom. It was nice to see that the shower curtain had been put back on the rod over the tub, and the linen cabinet had been restocked as well.

  I stared at my ratty hair and tired eyes in the bathroom mirror. I wanted nothing more than to crash in one of the bedrooms along the hallway, but I needed to patch myself up from all the glass and clean myself up from the grass and dirt along the side of the road. It had been a long night, and my body could still feel every minute of it.

  I ached from head to toe. Muscles I didn’t know I had were in sheer agony. I alternated between hot and cold water on my face to stay awake. I couldn’t imagine what Cole was going through downstairs, having to tell everyone that their friends, sons, husbands, and lovers were dead.

  I stripped down and turned on the hot water for the shower, getting it as hot as it would go. Once steam started to fill the bathroom, I knew it was hot enough to get in and wash the long night away. I had to keep moving. If I stopped moving, even to lie down after my shower, I knew that there were things that happened overnight that would haunt me. I wasn’t ready to face those things. I was still too fragile.

  I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water run all over my body. The heat penetrated my tender, sore muscles. I felt every bruise I’d earned rolling around in the car when it flipped off the road. I should have been mad at Cole for taking such a reckless shot, but if he hadn’t, I would surely be dead by now. I wouldn’t have made it through the night. Fang had made that clear.

  Knowing that I’d almost met my fate, the hot shower felt that much better. It was the first shower I’d taken alone in a while, but I needed to take this one alone. I needed to make sure I was alright before I tried to connect with anyone, especially the man who shot the only father I’d ever known, the father who was planning on killing me.

  I leaned against the tile and breathed in the steam, letting the heat cure my insides the way it was my skin and muscles. I considered standing in the tub until Cole came to check on me, but after washing and rinsing my hair, I realized that it could take him a while to finish with the people downstairs.

  I cut the water and listened to it drip in the tub as I grabbed a towel to dry off and wrap myself with. The silence in the bathroom was like the silence in the night. It quickly became deafening. Unable to take it, I opened the bathroom door and wandered to one of the rooms where I could lie down for a while and relax.

  I kept the towel on, because I was horrible about packing clothes, but in my defense, I hadn’t planned on coming back to HQ after leaving Cole’s apartment with Fang and his goons. I was supposed to be picking up a new assignment.

  In reality, I was supposed to be dead.

  I didn’t lie down. I just sat at the edge of one of the bed and st
ared at the hardwood floor under my feet. The room didn’t feel real anymore. Nothing did. Everything was so quiet all of a sudden. None of the energy I normally felt in this place was present. There was no excitement, no sexual tension, no intrigue. It was quiet in every sense.

  I stared at the door and waited for Cole to come up, prayed for Cole to come up. I needed something I knew was real beyond a shadow of a doubt. I had to have something to cling to until I could find my way back to the real world from wherever my brain and heart had gone after the shootings last night.

  Andre hadn’t even come up to check on me, and he was usually my caretaker in this place. He was the one who got stuck babysitting. I wasn’t going to run this time. I wasn’t going to pull one over on him again. I had to admit, though, it had been pretty funny fooling that gullible kid.

  I laughed to myself, bringing back some of my energy to the room. It felt good to laugh. I started really laughing. It wasn’t that pulling one over on Andre had been that funny. It was amusing, but it wasn’t hilarious. I was cackling. My body and soul needed the release, and I gave into it, realizing that it was either laughing or crying.

  Or both, as my hysterical laughter turned to sobs. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed, letting out all of the fear, and anger, and sorrow, and fucking disappointment that had been growing for far longer than the last twenty-four hours. The disappointment had been there for years, I realized, ever since my friends from school went off to college and I walked away from my home to live on the street.

  So many things had gone wrong to lead me there. I didn’t even know where it started anymore. I just knew that it was okay to cry now because I was finally at the end of it. Finally, after all the years of physical and emotional self-abuse just to try to make a life out of what I was doing, I could let it all go.

  It was fitting, I thought, that I was letting it go by myself, alone, in a strange room in a strange building, where a man I had just met was handling his criminal organization downstairs while I poured my emotions out into my hands and onto his floor. Some things would never change. My independence was one of them, and that had probably been the main thing that had led me out of the house and into the streets.

  I wondered if I was going to be giving up my independence by letting Cole take me out of this life. It was a strange, sudden thought to appear in my head. Was I settling by letting him take care of me? Was I going to be missing out on anything? Was my past suddenly going to be in vain?

  God, I wished he would come through that door. I needed to run my concerns by him. I needed to know that everything was okay. I needed to know that I was still here and not stuck in some purgatory somewhere waiting on the rest of my life to begin even though it never would.

  My head was all kinds of jacked up. Cole represented something solid and grounded that I could wrap my head around, putting everything else back in place for me.

  “Hey, everything okay up…” Cole started as he poked his head in the room, stopping himself when he saw what I was wearing. “You didn’t bring any clothes.”

  “Yes, and no,” I told him, laughing again. This time it was a real laugh, a healthy laugh.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” he said tenderly as he came into the room and closed the door behind him.

  I could see in his green eyes that he was troubled despite his attempt at covering it up. It must have been hard to break that kind of news to that many people at once, but when MC members didn’t come home, it made sense that there would be questions.

  He sat down on the bed and took me in his arms, pulling me against his chest.

  “I’m sorry,” he said above me. “I’m sorry for using you to get to Fang, and I’m sorry that things went the way they did last night.”

  I touched a finger to his lips.

  “No, you were right the whole time. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m sorry I alerted Fang to your plan to approach him at his hideout. I should have let you go through with that, without expecting anything different from what you were planning on doing anyway. He was going to kill me, Cole,” I told him.

  “I know. That’s what I was trying to tell you.”

  “I saw that when three more men in black suits hopped out of his car to pick me up at your apartment, but by then it was too late. And he told me all about his plan to murder me once he got me to the cabin,” I explained to him.

  “I’m sorry, Sasha,” Cole said, and I could feel his sympathy in the way he held me. “The reason we followed you was so that he wouldn’t have the chance to do it. It was pretty obvious when he sent them after you at the park that he was going to try to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen.”

  “I know,” I said with a thin smile. “Thank you, Cole, for standing by your word and protecting me.”

  “Don’t thank me, baby,” he said. “I’d do it all over again. I’d try to do it differently,” he chuckled, “but I’d do it all over if I had to.”

  I hugged him tightly and buried my face against the dirty, sweaty t-shirt he was wearing.

  “We need to get you home so you can get a shower,” I teased.

  “And so you can put some clothes on,” he played along.

  I grabbed the top of my towel and pulled it open, letting it fall around me on the bed.

  “You mean you don’t want me to walk around like this?” I asked.

  “No, I don’t mind that at all. I just figured you wouldn’t want everyone here at HQ to see you like that.”

  “You’re probably right, but I don’t mind if you see it.” I put my arms back around him and kissed him.

  While our lips and tongues worked together, I ran a hand along his strong jawline, and he pulled me down to the bed with him. We lay together like that for an eternity, our lips locked, our bodies close, our hands touching each other gently, softly.

  He caressed my back lightly, careful not to hurt any of my bruises or tender spots.

  Our lips slowly parted, but I wasn’t ready to be done kissing him. I could still feel his mouth against mine as we moved back from each other.

  “Cole,” I called to him. My voice sounded like it was coming through a dream.

  “Yes, baby.” His hand rested along the small of my back.

  “I need to tell you something.” I opened my eyes and met his already staring at me.

  “What’s up?” he asked.

  “I love you,” I told him.

  His body tensed for a moment. He stared at me without saying anything, and I knew I’d just screwed up. I’d just gone and told him too soon how I felt. Now he was going to run, and I was going to be alone again. It didn’t even feel like he was breathing.

  “Say it again,” he finally said.

  “I love you, Cole,” I repeated.

  He kissed me deeply and held me close to him.

  “I love you, too, Sasha,” he said as he pulled back from our kiss.

  “I’ve bene wanting to say it, but I didn’t think you would have believed me,” I confessed clumsily, like a schoolgirl.

  “Me, too,” he said sweetly. “I was convinced you wouldn’t believe me if I had told you.”

  “You had every reason to be suspicious of me,” I told him.

  “Me, too, baby. Me, too,” he added. “I had my eyes so set on getting Fang that I almost missed you altogether,” he confessed to me. He ran a hand along my cheek.

  “You didn’t miss me. I promise. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

  Chapter 30

  Cole

  Back at my apartment, Sasha threw on one of my dress shirts and sat outside on the balcony with a glass of whiskey while I climbed into the shower. She insisted I needed to take this one alone. She told me how helpful it had been for her to wash away everything that had just happened alone and said I wouldn’t regret it.

  She was right. The heat eased my sore muscles and unlocked all the tension in my shoulders and back from fighting with Fang and his goons the night before. It eased s
ome of the tension from having to tell so many people that their friends and loved ones hadn’t made it back.

  People didn’t seem to mind that their loved ones were involved in criminal organizations when the money was coming in, but as soon as something happened, we became the worst people on the face of the planet. Yes, what we did was dangerous. It was dangerous every day. And it was illegal, so there wasn’t a whole lot we could about it when things went south. We could take revenge, but there was only so much revenge to be had. For twenty of my men, ten of Fang’s men died, including Fang himself.

  It didn’t seem just, but that was the best ending we could have hoped for. Fang had to die, and I had shot him dead right in front of his most loyal employee, the one person in his organization who had his back all the way up until the very end, when she realized that he didn’t have hers at all.