“Text me the address,” he announces, turning to the prospect. “Set fire to the bodies first. I want them good and burned before the rest of the house goes up in flames. Don’t get fucking caught,” he sighs.
“What’s goin’ on, Pops?” Fury asks.
MadDog grins. “We found an address for Kodie. It’s in the fucking ghetto, and he’s been renting it with a roommate for six months. Hacker’s facial recognition shit came back and we got a hit on Benny and Kodie. They’ve both been popped for burglary.”
“Let’s go get those little fucks, and our girls,” I announce.
MadDog lifts his chin with a smile. “I’m ready to maim some boys that thought they could fuck with the Devils,” he rasps.
“I haven’t really maimed anyone in a while. This should be fun,” Fury chuckles.
We hurry out of the back of the house with Blinder staying behind to supervise the prospects. The rental house is only twenty minutes away so we ride together. I’m on fucking edge, anxious to get my baby back, but also terrified of what she’s suffered at the hands of these pricks.
We still don’t know their endgame. Not one of them called anyone to make any types of demands, which makes me think that their intentions aren’t ransom. They want our girls for something else and I refuse to let my mind wander into what that could mean.
When we arrive at the rental house’s street, we all kill our bikes. The house they’re staying at is about halfway down the block.
“When the prospects are finished, have them come here to watch our bikes. For now, Roach, you stay with them and keep an eye out. Send out a text if you have a problem. Call Sniper out here, I want him ASAP,” MadDog growls.
Roach lifts his chin and punches some buttons on his phone before putting it up to his ear. The rest of us take off on foot to the house. The neighborhood is just as shitty as I’d anticipated, maybe even a little worse. Every house is more rundown than the last.
Movement catches the corner of my eyes and I watch as a drug deal is made on the sidewalk, all while kids play in the front yard.
This shit shouldn’t bother me, not when it’s probably dope we brought into the country, and yet, it fucking does. It bothers the hell out of me.
“You don’t shove it up their nose or in their veins,” Soar murmurs.
I glance up at him and he lifts his chin toward the deal. “Know what you’re thinking. I’ve thought about it a million times since being clean, especially since having kids. But, brother, they’re going to score no matter what. Until they want to change, they’ll continue to get high. Whether we supply it or another group does. They’ll always get their shit.”
Trying to push that shit out of my head, understanding the logic but still not feeling all that great about it. We collectively stop one house before our target.
“We have to surround the place, try to get in any way we can. The last thing we want is the girls to get hurt. We’re going in completely blind,” MadDog whispers.
“Should we wait for Sniper? Maybe he can set up across the street,” Fury suggests.
MadDog shakes his head. “Fuck that, I’m not waiting almost an hour for him to show up, then another however long for him to set up. I want my fucking daughters back,” he growls.
“We go in quiet and we go in quick,” Soar murmurs.
Fury juts his chin out. “Let’s do this.”
We all make noises of agreement and head toward the house. Mammoth and Soar go around the back. Fury, MadDog and I go in the front.
We have no clue where they’re at, but we’re running high on our emotions and as I pull my gun out of its holster, I send a prayer that my Rosalie is all in one piece.
MadDog goes against everything we’ve said and literally lifts his leg and kicks the cheap ass door open.
“Holy fuck,” Fury moans. “Pops, that is not quiet.”
MadDog already has his gun in his hand and is storming inside of the shitty little house. We file in one at a time to follow him.
Mammoth and Soar are already coming up from the back with their weapons drawn and I suck in a breath when I see Riley on the couch, a knife held to her throat and that Benny kid behind her.
“Welcome boys,” he grins.
MadDog growls, but I don’t let him speak. “Where are the other girls?” I demand.
Benny smirks as his other hand wraps around Riley’s stomach. MadDog growls, again, and I glance up at Riley who has tears swimming in her eyes.
“Daddy,” she whispers.
Benny’s hand slides up her body and squeezes her breast hard before he hisses. “Shut the fuck up, you dirty little cum dumpster.”
My fingers tighten on the grip of my gun and it takes everything inside of me not to fill this little fuck with bullets. “Touch her again like that, call her names, and I’ll fill your head with bullets, kind of like I did to your parents,” MadDog rumbles.
“Liar,” Benny states.
MadDog lets out a bark of laughter and I feel movement from beside me. It’s Fury and from the corner of my eye, I watch him make his way down the hall with Soar at his back. Once we know all the girls are safe then we can get these punks strung up and we can play.
“Honestly, I couldn’t listen to that fat bitch mother of yours squawk for another minute. I think killing her really did the world a service,” I shrug.
Benny stands up, his emotions not in check as he screams, releasing Riley at the same time. Riley scrambles away from him, crawling until she’s behind MadDog’s legs.
“Wow. Had I known it would have been that easy, I would have opened with that,” I shrug.
MadDog chuckles. “No shit.”
We keep both of our guns trained on the kid and wait. He’s still got a knife which if he wanted to try and charge us with it, he might be able to do some damage, but he wouldn’t live long enough to see what he inflicted.
“Where’s your sister and Rosalie?” MadDog asks, keeping his eyes trained on Benny.
“In the back bedrooms,” she whispers through her muffled sobs.
A few minutes later, Soar comes in carrying a kid that looks around fifteen by the collar of his shirt and Fury has the other guy, who is in his early twenties, and he’s frog marching him into the room.
There’s only three of them and I know there have to be more. Then the back door opens and Mammoth walks in, his gun pointed at the backs of two more guys in their early twenties.
“Look, the gang’s all here,” he announces as he forces them to stand with their friends.
“Girls are in the back bedrooms. I told them to stay there, Riles, why don’t you join them,” Fury murmurs gently.
I hear her scurry behind me, but there’s no way in hell I can take my eyes off of these fucks. “Sniper’s bringing the van,” Mammoth announces. “Texted me about ten minutes ago, says he’s close.”
“Where are you taking us?” the youngest one, probably Jerry, asks.
MadDog laughs and it sounds fucking evil. “What? You guys thought you were big men. Taking our daughters the way you did. You too pussy to accept the consequences?”
Benny tips his head back, sticking his nose in the air. “You’re all a bunch of has-been washed-up old fucks. You ain’t gonna do shit to us.”
It’s my turn to burst out laughing. “Boy, I’ve shit bigger turds than you. We’re taking your asses to our warehouse. It’s nice and secluded out there. Nobody will hear you scream,” I grin.
Benny has the sense to take a big gulp of air and his face pales at my words. It fucking should. The front door opens and Sniper’s gigantic frame fills the space.
“Load ‘em up, boys,” he announces with ropes and handcuffs dangling from his fingertips.
“Let’s go get our girls, they can load up these little piss-ants,” MadDog murmurs to me.
Together we walk down the hall. It only takes a second to realize which room they’re in. I can hear their sobs from the hallway. My legs start moving a little faster and when I enter the
room, the three of them are huddled into a ball in the middle of the floor.
Riley is the first to stand and she runs past me to launch herself into MadDog’s arms. Rosalie stands next and she runs to me.
I finally breathe when her thin arms are around my neck. She sighs against my skin, and my eyes close. She’s alive. “Sweetie,” I whisper.
“I knew you would save us, Daddy,” she responds.
I hold her a little tighter. My baby girl is safe. She’s in my arms, and she’s safe. I’m never letting her out of my sight again. The other girls’ frantic voices fill the air as they tell MadDog everything that happened.
“Are you okay?” I ask Rosalie quietly.
“I’m okay, Daddy. They didn’t hurt me, but Daddy?” She whispers. Lowering her to her feet, and my head so that her lips are against my ear. “They hurt Finley, Daddy,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes.
I close my eyes and tug her against my chest again. I need to feel her. “Let’s go, sweetie,” I murmur.
“Texas brought an SUV to bring the girls back home,” Fury murmurs from the doorway.
I watch as Finley’s head lifts at the sound of her older brother’s voice and she rushes over to him wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. Finley and Fury have always been close, and right now maybe he’s exactly what she needs to feel safe.
Fury picks her up, cradling her like a child and silently walks out of the bedroom. I follow behind him, my arm wrapped around Rosalie’s shoulders, keeping her close to my side. MadDog and Riley follow suit behind me.
Together we walk to the SUV and I load Rosalie inside, sitting her next to the girls and telling her that I’ll see her as soon as we get back to the clubhouse. MadDog, Fury, and I watch the SUV pull out of the shitty neighborhood, the van full of little pieces of shit behind them.
“They’re going to suffer,” MadDog states. Fury grunts in agreement. “And pay. Suffer and pay,” I whisper, also agreeing.
IVY
There’s a loud knock on the bedroom door and it bursts open with Tinker standing on the other side. He has a smile as big as the state of Texas on his face and my whole body relaxes. I already know what he’s going to say before the words even leave his lips.
“They’ve been found. They’re on their way back,” he announces.
Chad thanks God and Brian squeezes my hand. I jump to my feet but I don’t know what to do. I’m sure I’m not allowed out, but my baby, she’s coming back and I need to see her.
“He said you could come down to greet her,” Tinker murmurs as he steps to the side.
I don’t waste even a second. I sprint down to the bar area. Everything and everybody is a blur as I hurry to the clubhouse doors. I wrench it open to see Mary-Anne standing, waiting for her daughters as well.
“They should be pulling up any second,” she breathes.
Reaching over to her, I wrap my fingers around hers and give them a squeeze. “They’re alive,” I remind her.
Her body jerks and her head turns to look at me. “Thank God,” she whispers.
“Whatever else comes from this. They’re alive and we have a hell of a big family here to help us and them get through anything that comes our way,” I remind her.
“Hell yes we do,” she murmurs as her lips tremble.
The SUV pulls in and there’s a white van behind it, but it drives straight to the metal warehouse building off to the edge of the property. I don’t care about that, the only thing I can see is that SUV because I know my baby is inside.
Mary-Anne’s grip on my hand tightens as the SUV parks right in front of us. She releases me and takes one step, then another toward the car before she runs. I do the same, my mind only on seeing my baby.
The girls start to file out of the car and as soon as I see Rosalie the tears fall from my eyes. Her gaze finds mine and she starts to run toward me too.
We crash into each other, our arms wrapping around one another and I inhale her scent. She was gone for less than two days, but it felt like a fucking lifetime.
Chapter Seventeen
CAMO
Pulling into the clubhouse parking area, I kick my stand down and turn the engine of my bike off. I don’t climb off of my machine quite yet, though. Instead, I watch. My gaze points toward my wife. I watch as she stands next to Mary-Anne and then I continue to study her as Rosalie climbs out of the van and runs into Ivy’s waiting arms.
I love her.
I’m pissed off, but nothing could shake the love I have for my wife. What we have isn’t perfect, never has been, but what we have is fucking real.
I can’t let her go, and I can’t push her away anymore. What’s done is done. What will be, will fucking be. She’s mine as I’m hers. Now, we just need to define everything—simply, clearly, and with boundaries.
“Called doc in to see the girls,” MadDog rumbles next to me.
I lift my leg and climb off of my bike, running my hand through my hair with a nod. Rosalie looks okay, but Finley isn’t looking so good, and I’m sure he’s worried.
I wonder if I should tell him what Rosalie said about her, but I decide against it. I’ll let the doctor handle it, and maybe it’s not as bad as Rosalie claimed—though I doubt it.
“The guys strung up?” I ask, lifting my chin toward our warehouse.
MadDog’s smile turns fucking maniacal. “Fuck yeah they are. Told the boys to hang them by the hooks in the ceiling. We’ll let them stay there until after the girls are checked out and settled in.” He doesn’t wait for me to reply before he walks toward his wife and daughters.
I start to walk toward Ivy and Rosalie when I see MadDog’s son Bailey rush out of the clubhouse. I expect him to head toward his sisters, but he doesn’t. He makes a beeline for Rosalie and practically rips her out of Ivy’s arms to take her in his own.
Ivy turns to look at me, her eyes wide in shock. I want to be surprised, but after Bailey’s outburst the other day, I’m not. However, this is his one free pass. I’ll be having a conversation with him a little later today. No way in fuck am I going to have him corrupting my baby girl.
Continuing to walk toward Ivy, her eyes dart around before they drop as I approach her. I wrap my hand around her waist and tug her against my chest, my hand wrapping around the side of her neck and forcing her head back.
“West,” she whispers.
Running the pad of my thumb along the apple of her cheek, I stare into those light brown eyes I love so much. “We’re gonna be okay, baby,” I whisper. Watching as her eyes water, I lean down and press my lips to hers as I squeeze her waist. “Swear to fuck, we’re gonna be okay,” I repeat.
“Okay,” she sighs. I sweep my tongue into her mouth once before I straighten and release her neck.
“Let’s get our girl inside and to her brothers,” I murmur.
Rosalie hesitantly walks up to us and I wrap my arm around her shoulders and bring her into my other side. With both of my girls flanking me, we make our way into the clubhouse.
As soon as we walk inside the entire room erupts in cheers of joy. Grease barrels through the crowd and pulls Rosalie out of my arms to pick her up into a huge bear hug.
Remi and Reid are anxiously waiting at his side, and as he releases Rosalie they surround her and give her hugs as well. This is our family, this is our life. It ain’t always pretty but it’s always one hundred percent fucking authentic.
A few minutes later MadDog, Mary-Anne, and their kids walk through the door and they’re greeted the same way we were, with loud applause and cheers of joy. A beer is thrust into my hand, and the drinks start to flow.
I gladly take a pull of my beer as Ivy disengages from my side. I let her, but keep my eyes on her the entire time. She wraps her hand around Rosalie’s as she talks to other people in the room, including her friends, Brian and Chad. Remi and Reid slowly find their way to her side as well.
We may not have everything completely worked out between us, but I finally feel reso
lute in the fact that we’re not leaving one another. Not now—not ever. I won’t let her go and I’m going to stop being such a fucking pussy about my needs and desires.
“Got your shit together?” Grease asks me.
I don’t look away from Ivy, or the kids “I think so,” I admit.
“Fucking finally,” he grunts. “Does it include taking out a prospect?” he asks with a chuckle.
I think about that for a moment. I’m not sure if I want him dead, or if I’m going to use him. I know Ivy must be attracted to him, so what better person to have some fun with?
“Oh fuck,” Grease chuckles. I glance up at him. “You’re going to play with him, aren’t you?” he asks.
“You know, talking about your sister’s sex life is fucking disgusting,” I announce.
Grease shrugs. “She’s seen me fuck my wife, more times than she can count.”
“You’re a sick fucker,” I grunt.
Grease winks but doesn’t respond. Instead, he walks away and leaves me to my thoughts. I don’t think much more about it. The next thing I know, the doctor arrives and the girls are all ushered into MadDog and Mary-Anne’s bedroom.
“I’m going to go with them,” Ivy announces. I grab her hand and tug her back before allowing her to follow them.
“Baby, I think they may not want to relive anything in front of their parents. Let the doctor find out whatever he needs to, he’ll relay the information to us,” I murmur.
Her eyes widen. “That’s against patient-doctor privilege laws, West,” she mutters.
I grin, as I shake my head a couple of times. “That shit goes out the window when the doc steps foot into this place. He knows it, too,” I explain, squeezing her fingers.
“We’re going to head back home unless you want us to stay,” Brian says as he and Chad step up to us.
Ivy shakes her head, pulling away from my grasp. I watch as she gives each of the men a hug and whispers something to them. They whisper back to her and small smiles are exchanged between them.
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