Raised voices come from somewhere in the bowels of the building and a wailing cry of a baby follows suit.
“Get that cunt to stop crying before I shoot it,” a man’s voice orders viciously.
Glancing to my VP, I take in the fire in his eyes as he hears his daughter’s cries and a man threatening to murder her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Those fuckers best have that bitch and her daughter. Stupid cunt thought I wouldn’t find her. Should have given her to Nixon the day he came to view his product.” This must be Collins and he’s a dead man.
“When we get in there, Tyres, your focus needs to be getting Wren and getting her out, got me?” I mutter quietly needing my VP’s head in the game.
Tyres nods sharply and sucks in a deep breath. “Let’s get this done. I want my daughter and I want the fucker threatening her strung up in the bayou.”
“You got it, VP,” I state.
Making my way into the bowels of the building with everyone behind me, I stop at the sight in front of me.
What the fuck?
This shit is sick.
I do not need to be seeing this old man getting his dick sucked.
“I believe you have some things that belong to us,” I growl, echoing throughout the room.
Collins lifts his head but doesn’t push the bitch off of him. Instead, he cups the back of her head and chokes her. Fuckin’ gross. “Where is Sloane?” he demands.
“Where are the woman and baby?” I ask in return.
“The baby is right over there. As you can see, you’re late so the woman has been taken by her new owner,” Collins cackles. “Now if you want the little cunt, I suggest you give me my property. She needs to be delivered to her owner.”
“You mean my property as she belongs to me. Sloane is my wife and wears my property patch, so I don’t believe she belongs to anyone else. As for my daughter you can go fuck yourself if you think I’m going to let you lay a hand on her.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll get my hands on them both. You see I have a secret weapon already in place.” He grins ruthlessly.
“How about you give me my daughter and I won’t shoot you in the dick you disgusting prick?” Tyres snarls, aiming his gun at Collins’ dick, which still has a bitch sucking him off.
“Go ahead and try. You’ll have to get the cunt off my dick first.” This dude is insane.
“Prez, we got a problem back at the clubhouse, let’s end this and get back,” Pitch Black mutters quietly for Collins not to hear.
Shit.
Nodding, I lift my gun quickly, aim it at the prick’s head, and pull the trigger. All hell breaks loose and gunfire fills the room. We knew this fucker would have men scattered throughout the building. Tyres goes for Wren as the rest of us take out any man left standing.
Soon the gunfire stops and I don’t waste a moment to catch my breath as I rush through the warehouse and out to my bike. My mind races as I think of what’s happening at the clubhouse.
Only thing I can do right now is hope for the best and pray that Tiny, the twins, along with everyone else are okay.
Chapter Eighteen
Tiny
The guys left shortly after Chains and I went back into the main room. I met Marker and immediately knew he wasn’t a man to be trifled with. Especially when he stated Tara’s little discrepancy would be handled since she did not want to listen when she was told to leave Chains alone.
I don’t even want to know what he means by it but I can take a wild guess from the look in his eye she’s not going to enjoy it. I definitely got it when Chains informed him, he’ll make sure the single brothers know to steer away from her pussy for a month.
Talk about gross but at the same time hilarious as hell.
Soon after they left, I decided to take the twins to their room and get them ready for bed. I figured when Chains got home, I could be ready for him. He will still be on an adrenaline high and need a release escape and I’m the girl to give it.
I change the twins into their pj’s and give them their bottles. Not ready to leave them yet, I wait for them to finish their bottles and tell them a story about the biker prince who saved his princess from the big bad monster. It’s a story I’d come up with when they were first born and the only way to get them to sleep was for them to hear my voice. I figured might as well tell them a story and I’m not too fond of the typical books.
I needed something different, something that had meaning behind it. I even came up with another one about the brave woman who held her head high even when everyone was trying to bring her down.
My kids needed to know they were strong, and no one could hold them back.
As they finished their bottles, I collect them and quietly leave the room. I go into Chains and my room, grab the baby monitor then head for the bathroom. I put the monitor on the counter, turn the shower on, and strip out of my clothes. When the water warms up I step in.
The baby monitor makes a noise and I stick my head out of the shower door to see if I can’t hear it again. I furrow my brows and I hear humming.
What the hell?
Shutting the water off, I grab a towel, not thinking of anything else but checking on my children, I wrap it around my body and head for my kids’ room.
I slowly open the door and still at the sight of Sera standing there.
