Sydney Storm MC Complete Series

by Levine, Nina

  The moment was broken between us when King’s voice bellowed from the doorway of the clubhouse bar. “This is fucking war!”

  I turned to find him stalking my way, a look of complete fury on his face. “The motherfuckers set fire to my place, too. And Bronze’s.” His face softened a little as he glanced at Hailee and said, “We’ve also had word that the place you worked at was targeted. Bronze is working to get me more info, but so far he’s advised me that a few of the staff members have been taken to hospital.”

  Hailee’s eyes widened with worry. “Are they okay?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Her body sagged against me as King’s gaze met mine. “We need to talk, brother.” His meaning wasn’t lost on me. We had to talk privately.

  I nodded, my own fury still churning. “Give me a minute.”

  After he left us, I tipped Hailee’s face up to mine. “We’re going to find who did this. And I promise you, they will regret what they’ve done.” I meant every fucking word. No stone would be left unturned as far as I was concerned. And it seemed like King was on the same page.

  “I need to call Leona.”

  “I’ve gotta go talk to King. You good here on your own?”

  “Yeah, go.”

  I bent and kissed her before I left, wishing like fuck again, that I could take this burden from her.

  I found King in his office, barking orders into his phone. He had his back to me. When he ended the call and turned to face me, I sucked in a breath at the level of crazy I saw in his eyes.

  “That was Bronze. He’s just talked with one of his informants,” he said, and I knew by his deadly tone that I wouldn’t like what he was about to tell me next. “It was Silver Hell. They discovered he’s working with us and helped us against them. Their goal today was to target his family and me. Word is they’re coming for the rest of us soon.”

  My insides twisted with hatred and a deep desire for vengeance. Heat burnt my skin and squeezed my heart, crushing it inside my chest. It twisted and clawed at me, leaving a toxic and bitter taste on my tongue. “They’ll pay, King. For everything they’ve done to our club and our families, this time and all the other fucking times. If it’s the last thing I ever do. They will fucking bleed for what they’ve done.”

  “Fuck.” He hissed as he clenched his fists. “We’ve got a problem with that, brother. The fucking feds have eyes on us 24-fucking-7.”

  I stepped further into the office. “I know, but I’m telling you, I give no fucks. That’s my woman’s family they’ve messed with. And my club family.” Hell wouldn’t even be enough for anyone who fucked with my family. I wanted to destroy them. I wanted to fucking slaughter them, and I didn’t fucking care what it took to do that. “I will fucking lay down and die for my family.”

  His breathing turned ragged as he nodded. “Okay. But you don’t do this on your own. And we make sure there’s no fucking survivors.”

  I exhaled a long breath. “Agreed.”

  * * *

  The rest of the day passed in a blur. I set Hailee, Jean and Bronze up at my place. I’d been surprised when he agreed to stay with me, but he’d made it clear he was only doing it to make sure his family was safe.

  Hailee had finally located her friend Leona late that afternoon. She’d been admitted to hospital with burns to her arms. Hailee had been worried about her friend having a miscarriage. Turned out, though, that Leona wasn’t pregnant, which had been a huge fucking relief. Surprisingly, no one had died. Five of Hailee’s work mates had been hospitalised, including Rachel. Hailee showed me how fucking big her heart was when she spent time visiting Rachel, even after Rachel had treated her so badly.

  Just after midnight, Hailee fell asleep, giving me some time to think over the plans King and I had set in motion late that afternoon. Silver Hell wouldn’t fucking know what hit them when we got started.

  Devil

  “Scott fucking Cole!” King greeted the president of the Brisbane chapter with a slap on the back early the next night when he entered the clubhouse bar.

  “How are you, brother?” Scott asked, a look of concern in his eyes.

  “Ready to get to work,” King answered.

  He’d called for reinforcements yesterday afternoon when we sat down with Hyde and Nitro to work out our plan of attack. After being MIA in the morning, Hyde had turned up when shit went down. I still had no fucking idea what was going on with him, but when all this was over I’d find out. With the feds’ eyes on us, we knew we needed numbers. Scott had jumped at the chance to bring his members down to help.

  “I managed to round up twenty-six members. That gonna be enough?” Scott asked.

  “Yeah, that should do it,” King said. “You bring Havoc? That crazy motherfucker gets shit done.”

  Scott nodded. “He’s outside.”

  King motioned for Kree to pour drinks as everyone filed into the bar. Soon the room was chaotic as we all greeted each other. I hadn’t seen some of the members in years.

  Jason Reilly’s gaze met mine with a grin. “Devil, brother. Long fucking time.”

  “Heard you got married,” I said.

  Before he could reply, King bellowed, “Drink up. We’ve got shit to do.” He raised his glass and then drained it.

  Drinks were passed around the room, and we all followed suit before breaking apart into the groups we’d been designated.

  Each group consisted of about eight men, and we had six groups in total. Each would be leaving separately in an effort to distract the feds assigned to trail us. There were only so many cops to go around; our goal was to send them out with the first few groups of members who left. The last couple would be the members who would head over to Silver Hell’s clubhouse.

  Night had fallen by the time the first group left in a van just after nine. We’d received information from different sources that Silver Hell was celebrating what they deemed a victory at their clubhouse that night. We figured the party would be in full swing by the time we got there and that they’d be distracted enough for us to achieve our goal.

  The next three groups left on their bikes. The last two groups were in vans, similar to the first one that left. Our plan worked when the feds followed the first three groups, leaving the last few to ride out undetected.

  I was in the second van with King, Hyde, Nitro, Scott, Havoc and Kick. We travelled the first fifteen minutes in silence, until Havoc spoke.

  “You’re confident we can pull this off? With the helicopter.”

  Hyde, who was sitting across from him in the back of the van, nodded. “Yeah. Our pilot knows his shit.”

  “You’ve used him before?” Havoc asked.

  “A few times for drops. Jacko’s brother served with him. He’s never let us down,” Hyde said.

  Havoc seemed happy with that answer. After that, we sat in silence again for the rest of the hour trip.

  When we drew near the Silver Hell clubhouse, Kick slowed the van to ease it into the bush where we’d worked out we would park until the helicopter pilot had completed his task. It was far enough away to prevent us being injured.

  Griff’s voice crackled over the handheld radio. “We’re in position. You?” He was with the other group of members in the third van positioned on the other side of the clubhouse.

  “Good to go,” King spoke into his radio.

  The helicopter pilot’s voice filtered through. “Two minutes for me.”

  Adrenaline flooded my body as I gripped my rifle.

  I was ready.

  Ready to finally annihilate the club that had caused us so much pain and loss.

  Time ticked by slowly while we waited out the two minutes. My breathing slowed when the helicopter finally came into sight. I followed its lights and watched, with deep satisfaction, as it dropped a satchel bomb over the clubhouse. I couldn’t see the bomb, but I knew it was there. And when it detonated forty-five seconds after it was dropped, I almost held my breath waiting for the fire that was our goal to blaze through
the building.

  “Go, go, go!” King roared into the handheld radio, and Kick drove the van out of the bush where we waited.

  He planted his foot, driving like a mad-man to get us closer to the clubhouse. When he skidded to a stop, Scott yanked the back door open, and we all jumped out, rifles in hand.

  Fanning out into a line, we stormed the perimeter, ready to shoot anyone who exited the building. The team led by Griff were doing the same thing on the other side.

  Fire consumed most of the clubhouse and had begun to spread. We didn’t have long before the police and firies would arrive, but the short time we did have would be spent making sure there were no survivors. Leaving with any Silver Hell members still breathing would not be fucking acceptable.

  I met King’s gaze as he raised his hand, giving the signal we all waited for.

  It was time for vengeance.

  My preference would have been to kill every last member by hand. I craved the deep fucking satisfaction that would give me. But our options were limited, and this was the best one. Burn the motherfuckers and riddle them with bullets to finish the job.

  I stared at the fire engulfing the clubhouse. The lick of the flames, the smoke, the burning smell of our enemy and the scorch of heat that reached for me were all fucking gratifying. Knowing we were ridding the earth of these assholes and keeping our families safe from them was the best kind of knowledge. It would mean the difference between sleeping at night and tossing and turning at night with worry.

  Once King had given the signal, we all lifted our rifles and fired into the clubhouse. Bullets sprayed the air, the sound deafening.

  Taking them down was like a fucking hit of cocaine.

  A rush.

  A high unlike any other.

  Euphoric.

  The only thing that would kick that high into overdrive would be to hear their screams and to look into their eyes as their nightmares came to life.

  Time slowed as we chased death. The hunt helped satisfy my desire for retribution, but it would never sate my hunger for their blood on my hands. I needed to touch it and see it ooze from their wounds. To know it would never run through their veins again. To know it would never give them life again.

  Chaos played out in front of me. Members tried to flee the chaos we’d inflicted on them, but as fast as they sought escape, we took it from them.

  Bullets, fire and blood collided.

  Death beckoned.

  And the sweet, sweet taste of victory was ours.

  By the time Kick sounded the van horn letting us know we needed to get out of there, no more members stumbled from the wreckage of the fire. That should have felt good, but it didn’t. I wanted more. A whole lot fucking more.

  “Devil!” Scott’s voice penetrated my thoughts.

  I stopped firing my weapon and glanced at him. As I did that, I caught sight of someone running from the clubhouse. I ignored Scott and took aim again. As he came closer, I realised it was Dragon.

  Fuck, yes.

  I tasted blood.

  I fucking felt it on my hands.

  My body took over, and I moved towards him. I ran on automatic pilot, lowering my weapon as I got closer. He appeared unarmed and injured to the point of almost being unable to stand.

  His clothes were torn and dirty.

  Cuts and gashes covered his skin.

  Blood painted his face and one arm.

  He was fucked.

  But not completely.

  Not enough.

  He had to die.

  No fucking way was I leaving the Silver Hell president alive.

  “Devil!” Scott yelled again, but I ignored him.

  “You fucking cunts will pay for this!” Dragon roared as I drew close.

  I pointed my rifle at him. “How do you figure that, asshole? Your club is all dead, and I’m the one standing here with a fucking rifle.”

  “You didn’t kill everyone.”

  “Just fucking shoot him!” Scott called out from behind me, getting closer.

  My finger hovered over the trigger, ready to squeeze.

  The rush of victory shot through my veins again. The high was greater this time because I could see up close the devastation we’d caused.

  My chest pounded with anticipation.

  Dragon’s death was so close.

  And still it wasn’t enough.

  I needed my hands around his neck.

  I hungered for the feeling of his bones crunching and snapping.

  I wanted to make sure, with my bare hands, that he’d never hurt my family again.

  I lowered my rifle as the first cop siren sounded in the distance.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Scott yelled. “Fucking take him out, Devil, so we can get the fuck out of here.”

  The urgency and the frenzy and the rage in the air all smashed into me as I stared at the man who had caused so much of our pain. Wrath roared in my ears. It was time to end this madness.

  “You’re a fucking pussy.” Dragon tried to provoke me, but I maintained focus.

  He would die.

  More sirens rang out in the night air.

  I dropped my rifle and met Dragon’s gaze. “You ready to meet your maker, Dragon?”

  Evil glinted in his eyes. The kind of evil that would cause most people to shudder. I wasn’t most people. I would fucking go to battle with evil and win. “Fuck you,” he spat.

  Red blurred my vision and I snapped.

  I embraced my own evil.

  I let it unfurl and roar out of me.

  My fist connected with his face, knocking him backwards. He lifted his arms to defend himself, but my crazed need for his death meant his defence was useless. I kept the punches coming while he stumbled back a few times before I finally knocked him to the ground.

  My breaths came hard and fast as I stood over him. He struggled to remain conscious and his head fell to the side. I slapped his face and barked, “Open your fucking eyes, motherfucker. I wanna see them when I take your last breath from you.”

  His eyes fluttered open and he stared up at me. “Fuck you,” he said again, but he was fading.

  I placed my feet either side of his body and crouched over him. Punching him hard in the face, I growled, “No, fuck you!”

  I punched his face again.

  And again.

  Over and over.

  Bone shattered.

  Crunched.

  And I finally had his blood on my hands.

  I finally had the vengeance I thirsted after.

  King’s voice filtered into my consciousness as he shoved my rifle at me. “He’s almost dead, Devil. Take your fucking rifle and finish him off so we can get the fuck out of here before the cops turn up.”

  I stayed crouched over Dragon’s body, committing his mutilated face to memory. I traced the wounds with my eyes before splaying my hand over his face and storing the feel of his ruins in my mind.

  When I was done, I stood and took a step back. Lifting my rifle, I squeezed the trigger and ended his shitty life.

  Hailee

  I stared silently at the burnt remains of my home late the next afternoon, willing the tears not to fall. But as Devil put his arms around me and pulled me against his body, they cascaded down my cheeks.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, wiping them away. “I swore I wouldn’t cry again today.”

  “Baby,” Devil murmured against my ear, “cry. Let it out.”

  Gran joined us. She’d left to circle the property, but there really wasn’t much to see. “It’s just a building, child, and a few belongings. They’re not the important things in life.”

  I sighed. “You’re always so practical. Those things meant something to you. I’m sad you lost them.”

  She shook her head, dismissing what I’d said. “You mean something to me. Aaron means something to me. If I’d lost either of you in that fire, then I’d be sad. Things can be replaced.”

  It had been a long two days, and my emotions were all over the place. Betw
een Aaron being beaten, losing our homes and belongings to fire, and Leona and my old workmates being hurt, I was close to tears all the time. My anger at the men who’d done this to us overwhelmed me, and I was thankful to have Devil and Aaron by my side helping me function. They’d explained why we’d been targeted and had also assured me that we were safe from it happening again. I didn’t care what that meant—that those men had been dealt with, biker style. I only cared that we didn’t have to worry about them ever again.

  “You ready to leave?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah. You ready, Gran?”

  She hobbled in the direction of the car, calling out, “Yes,” as she went. I loved how she seemed to always be able to just get on with life. Some days I wished I was more like her.

  Devil drove us back to his place, all of us lost in our own thoughts. I knew he had a lot on his mind, too. He’d told me that the people who burnt our houses down had been taken care of. I hesitated to ask him what that meant, but I had a good idea. And it didn’t bother me. It felt just.

  I wasn’t hungry that night, but Devil insisted I eat. He cooked spaghetti, and I picked at it while he watched me with concern. After dinner, we set Gran up in the lounge room with her favourite TV shows and then did the dishes together.

  Reaching for his hand once we finished the dishes, I said, “I’m sorry I’m so low today. I just need a day or two, and then I’ll be back to my usual self.”

  Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me and sat me on the kitchen counter. Moving between my legs, he wrapped his arms around me and said, “Darlin’, there’s no rush. You take your time getting your head together. I’ll be right here for whatever you need.”

  I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve someone as amazing as Devil in my life. Smiling at him, I said, “You never did tell me how you got your nickname.”