“You guys were nothing but a bunch of pussies. You don’t deserve to be presidents. This is even better. You guys get to watch as I have your daughters killed,” he says evilly.
“Always trying to take what doesn’t belong to you,” my dad murmurs.
Charles raises his hand to point it at Derek and I can’t help the scream that bubbles out.
I hear Ella’s scream along with mine.
There are so many shots firing off that everything becomes a blur of chaos.
The hand that’s holding my hair falls away and I see a body slump beside me.
I look to see the guy who was holding a gun to my head lifeless before me. I look around the room to find Derek.
Please don’t let him be hurt.
When my eyes land on Derek, he’s hovering over where Charles was standing. I see Charles’ body on the floor and it’s not moving. I’m hoping that he’s dead or at least knocked out so that they can pay him back for all the shit that he has put us through.
Derek yells over his shoulder with his arm raised in the air, and I pale at the sight.
“We need to get her to the hospital quickly or she’s not going to make it,” he yells, and I turn to see Camilla on the floor whimpering. She’s in obvious pain, but I have no idea what happened.
I startle when someone touches my leg, and I look over to see Bullet and Pyro. They are both wearing matching expressions of worry and relief.
I relax when I see that it’s them and that they are unchaining my leg from the wall.
“You found us,” I say with a sob of relief throwing my arms around both of them. They each put an arm around me.
“Yeah, baby. There was nothing that could have stopped us from trying to find you,” Pyro says.
Tears fill my eyes. For a moment I was worried that we weren’t going to get out of this, but my men found a way to us.
“Katy?” I ask.
“She’s fine. She’s at the motel with Stitch. He and Pyro were on the road about to leave town when she came running out of the ditch. Damn fucking good timing if you ask me,” Bullet says.
“Let’s get you out of this hell hole,” Pyro murmurs.
They help me stand since my legs are weak and shaky from not using them for days, not to mention from all the bruises.
When I get up, I look around and see that they did rush Camilla off to the hospital. Fuck, I hope that she’s okay. I know that I will be heading there as soon as I get something to eat and clean off the filth of the last few days.
Damien has Ella in his arms. She doesn’t bother to protest since he looks determined to carry her out of there.
I see the other women being unchained. When Casanova and my dad help Starla and Danielle, they look at her like they have seen a ghost.
“It can’t be,” Casanova whispers.
“Fuck, who’s your father, sweetheart?” my dad asks.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know; I never knew my father. That asshole knows more about my life than I do.”
My dad helps her up and looks me in the eye to ask the silent question if I’m alright. I nod my head, and he focuses on Danielle.
We all walk out of what I now see is a warehouse of some sort, which would explain why the room is so big.
There are papers all over a desk that I notice Tech is gathering.
“Fuck, these must have been the other princesses. He knew everything about them. He has been watching you guys for a long fucking time,” he curses loudly.
“Bring everything back to the Vicious Snakes’ clubhouse. We are going to need to have a big meeting. Call up all the other presidents whose daughters he was watching. We need everyone to know what was going on so that we can take better precautions. We can’t be too careful until we know that all the Devil’s Souls are dealt with,” my dad says, and Tech nods his head.
I’m going to be protected even more than when I was a child, but I can’t argue against it since I was alone and taken. For this man to know our life with such great detail is unnerving.
I fall asleep as soon as I’m on Bullet’s lap in the vehicle.
Pyro is beside us with a hand on my legs.
I’m safe with my two men.
Where I belong.
Chapter Fourteen
Pyro
It’s late when we finally make it back to the clubhouse.
I didn’t want to spend another moment in that town or motel.
Krista slept the whole way, not even flinching when I picked her up and carried her to my room at the clubhouse.
A relief like I have never known before filled me when I had seen my woman in that room. She was alive and we had found her.
Doc and Olivia spend the evening looking over the girls, making sure that they are alright and didn’t have any broken bones or internal injuries.
When they look over at Krista, she barely wakes up, only to take some pain killers and tell us that they didn’t harm her in a sexual way.
It’s hard to have to discuss that, but we need the full story. We don’t have it all yet, but I have a feeling that we will once all the clubs are present.
We have to prepare to have a lot of bikers in our town.
Usually we have
