WRAITH
Panting, I lean over, my hands on my knees, just trying to catch my breath. I have no fucking clue what that was. Where they came from or what the fuck they wanted. Not even to mention why the fuck they all just up and left like that. There’s more to this attack than I’m yet to realize. I need to gather myself and my thoughts, then take a look around and see what damage has been done to the clubhouse. There was a reason for them being here. Whether they took something while we were distracted, or planted something. I’m not sure, but I’m going to find the fuck out. Now!
“There’s one still alive here, pres,” Kevlar calls out.
I walk over to one of the guys on the floor with a bullet wound in his thigh. “Good. Take him to the Chamber.”
The asshole’s eyes widen. “What’s the Chamber?”
“Somewhere we will get the answers from you I need. Ax, take him, not sure I trust myself right now. I need you in there with me.”
Ax dips his chin, and he and Kevlar lift him, walking him toward the chapel where they will take him to the Chamber.
Inhaling, I have to find Prinie. Check she’s okay. My eyes shoot to the pool table, and she’s not there. I walk around the pool table, and that’s when my stomach leaps into my throat—Koda’s lying face-first on the concrete. “Chills! I need you over here. Right now!”
Chills rushes over, along with practically everyone else, as she bends down to Koda’s side, and she gently rolls him. I grimace seeing his eye has already swollen shut, and the bruising is purple.
Kid was knocked out.
“Shit! He gonna be okay?” I ask.
“He might have a concussion. Koda… Koda honey, can you hear me?” Chills asks while rubbing her fist into his chest.
His eyes slowly open, he blinks a few times, sits up abruptly, then grimaces grabbing at his head and wobbles. “Shit! Oh… I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“You’re okay, just lay back down,” Chills instructs him.
“Koda, what happened?”
His eyes widen meeting mine. “I tried… I swear, I tried.”
My skin prickles as the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention and not in a good way. “Koda… where’s Prinie?”
He starts turning pale as he breathes deeply to try to control his nausea. “Th-Th-They took her.”
A wave of fear crashes through me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I bring the palm of my hand to my forehead in anguish as I try to think. My eyes clench tight as panic washes over me.
I should have been watching her.
I should have been protecting her.
I’m. So. Fucking. Stupid.
I slam my palm against my forehead. “Did t-they h-hurt her?” my voice comes out more broken than I wanted to let on.
He winces. “No. She called out for you, but it was too noisy, and you didn’t hear her. I couldn’t do anything, I tried… I tried so hard.”
My lip curls in anger. At myself. Supposedly her protector. I want to run out that door and roam the streets searching for her, look for every fucking morsel of information I can find, then burn those fuckers to the ground.
But I’m the acting president.
I need to think like one.
“Chills take care of Koda. Make sure he’s okay. Take him to the hospital to get checked out if you need to. Texas, Chains, make sure everything else is squared away. Check on injuries, let Chills know if they need medical help. If they took anything else, we need to know. Neon, I need you to do a full sweep… fucking now! Make sure they didn’t plant anything. Bugs, bombs, a fucking speck of fucking dust. If they left it here, I wanna know about it. Blake, Luc, Phantom, find out where they got in and fucking fix it. We’ve had too many assholes getting into our clubhouse. They didn’t come in the front, so there must be another way in. Find it, fix it, make it so it doesn’t happen again… Neon, I need you on that shit as well. I need to know how the fuck did they get in here undetected? I’m gonna find out who these bastards are, and I’m not coming back until I know where they took Prinie.”
“Here, here,” all the guys say as I take off for the chapel.
I thought I was going to let Ax handle this, but now I know they came in here with the sole purpose of taking Prinie, so maybe I need to get my hands a little dirty and maybe I will let myself enjoy it. I make my way into the chapel, past the table, to the club logo on the wall made of steel. I rotate it to the right, left, then back to the right. The floor slides open revealing the staircase down into the Chamber.
Every Defiance clubhouse has a secret chamber.
Some utilize it more than others.
Some thrive inside.
Others use it merely for the purpose of what it’s there to serve.
Defiance is 1%ers.
We don’t claim to be saints. The Chamber is a part of this club, and with it comes the blood of thousands of victims. Maybe ‘victims’ isn’t the right word because the men who visit the Chamber aren’t victims in our eyes, they’re men who have caused the club grief, done the club wrong, brought us pain and suffering, so we bring it back to them tenfold.
The Chamber is where all bets are off.
Men let their animals run wild.
Their inner demons roam free with the wind.
The Chamber is hell on earth for those sitting in the silver chair.
For the brothers in the room, though, it’s a rush. There’s nothing like getting what you want without care
