Striker stared at the compound where Elena’s father and family were staying. Something didn’t feel right to him. Just looking at the metal gates that locked the mansion away from the world made him feel sick. This was where they wanted Elena to come back to live.
“It makes you sick, doesn’t it?” Nerd asked, speaking up.
“Elena’s not coming back here. No one is coming back here.”
“From my information, only men are allowed here during the weekend. The women have to stay at home, look after the kids, and do their duty to the cult.” Nerd shook his head.
“And they think we’re a problem?” Demon spat on the ground, staring up at the metal gates. “Can you get inside?”
They had all left the SUV, and were now looking up at the gate, the shadows covering them. They all had their weapons ready, and Striker had three more on his body. He never went anywhere without his gun.
Steel, Joker, Weasel, Tryck, Demon, Nerd, Vengeance, Brash, and Lucky were standing side by side. This was just a few of the club members, but they were united in what they needed to do.
“Piece of piss.” Nerd walked up to the computer on the side of the building. He pulled out his blade, cranked open the computer, and started doing some weird shit to it.
“You know your kid is going to live,” Striker said.
“I’m not here to talk about that, Striker. We’re here to sort out your problems with your woman and her fucked up family. I don’t want to think about anything else.” Demon was watching Nerd as he worked.
“Demon, you’re going to have to face it,” Joker said.
“You think I’m not fucking face it?” Demon snapped out and glared at his VP. The monster within Demon was struggling to get out. Striker didn’t want to be in his path when he exploded. Deanna and Demon had been looking forward to this baby, and they could lose him. The nurses in the NICU would take care of him. Striker had no doubt about it. “Do you think I’m not fucking hurting right now? My woman is in hospital and she needs me. I’ve got to handle this; I just can’t be there because I can’t tell her it’s going to be all right. Deanna needs me, and she needs to have faith in me.”
Demon stopped, and Striker saw that he was struggling with it all.
What would he be like if that was Elena? Would he be strong? Shit, he’d probably break down and sob along with her.
He fucking hated the fact he couldn’t do anything about it. There’s no way for him to help his Prez, and there’s no way for him to help Deanna.
“Ladies, we’re in,” Nerd said, spinning around and chuckling. “I’m hot shit.”
“Yeah, and you smell like it,” Joker said.
They all stepped forward and made their way into the main base.
“So are we rushing it or standing back?” Steel asked.
“Anyone else getting freaked out right now?” Vengeance asked.
“What do you mean?” Lucky spoke up.
“I don’t know. Mansion, a cult, the young women being offered up for marriage, this is horror movie shit. I’m kind of scared what we’re going to find when we walk in there.”
“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll take care of you,” Brash said.
“Fuck off!”
“Enough,” Demon yelled, and they all stopped talking. “I don’t have time for jokes or shitting around. We get this done now.” Demon pulled out his gun, and walked up to the front door.
“Okay, this is not good,” Joker said, following close behind him.
Demon didn’t knock on the door; he didn’t take his time. He simply kicked the door down and charged inside.
Striker wasn’t about to have someone do his job for him. Rushing forward, he first noticed how grand the house was, followed by the sound of crying. There was no time to stop what was happening as Demon charged forward and started shouting.
Rushing into the first room, Striker felt sick to his stomach. A woman was chained down on a white covered table, and she was struggling. A man was standing beside her. Lifting his gun, Striker aimed it, ready to kill.
“Who are you?” Striker asked.
The woman on the table gasped, looking up at him. “Help me, please.”
He looked back up at the man who looked to be in his early thirties. “Shut the fuck up, whore. You’re tainting our home.”
Striker had heard enough. Aiming his gun, he fired at the man’s leg. He walked up to the table and snapped the lock holding the woman captive.
“Who are you?”
“Mindy Dolman,” she cried out. “I was walking home from work. He kidnapped me. I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to be raped.”
Striker unbound her and she covered her face and started sobbing.
“There’s an SUV outside. My club is there, and they will take care of you.”
He watched her leave then followed his brothers who were advancing toward the back of the house. What was Elena’s father into?
Nerd made his way down to the basement. Striker and Demon had Elena’s father, and he’d told them the Uncle was down here. Brash and Lucky were behind him as they made their way down.
The sounds of feminine screams filled every one of his senses, putting him on edge. He’d not expected to find something like this. They were kidnapping women. Now, it made sense why they didn’t want the women of their cult here. He didn’t like it, and these men sickened him.
“Dirty fucking whore. You tempt me.”
He recognized the sound of a whip hitting flesh, followed by the howls of pain.
Rounding the stairs, he saw a blonde with no clothes on bound to a St. Andrew’s cross. Her back was torn to shreds, and the man continued to mark her. The woman was begging to be let go and released.
The man was so intent on what he was doing that he’d not even seen them entering. Nerd was sickened and disgusted at what he was seeing. He was part of an MC, and had seen a lot of death, even doing some of the deeds himself. But never anything like what was in front of him.
Lifting his gun, he fired a single shot, taking out the man’s arm. He had his attention.
“Get him out of here,” Nerd said.
Brash and Lucky moved forward and grabbed the Uncle. Striker could deal with him.
“Help me, please, help me,” the woman said. Nerd approached her. She was tensing up even as he moved closer.
“I’m not going to hurt you, honey. I’m one of the good guys.” He smirked even as he said it.
“He took me, and I’ve been locked away for so long. I’m so scared.”
“Can you stand?”
She nodded.
“I don’t want to touch your back, and we’ll deal with that when we get you out of here.”
Nerd released the woman who had been locked onto the cross, and as he did, he hoped to fuck Striker made the Uncle scream. Once she was released, he reached for her hip to help her up.
“I’m naked,” she said, sounding ashamed.
“I’m not looking, sweetheart.” All he wanted to do was help her. There was nothing sexual here right now. He just wanted to protect her.