Elena slowly rose from her seat, Deanna having fallen asleep. She didn’t want to wake her, not after everything she’d been through. Looking at the clock on the wall, she realized she’d been here for several hours. The biker that had brought her here had poked his head in, looking nervous, but she didn’t know if that was because they’d left the club, or because of Deanna’s situation. Either way, he hadn’t rushed her. But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because she wouldn’t have left Deanna, not when it was clear the other woman had liked her company.
Granted, they’d stayed silent the majority of the time, but it had been the good kind of silence, the comfortable kind.
She slipped out of the room and shut the door silently behind her. Skull was standing by door, his arms crossed, his focus on her. “We can go now. She’s sleeping.”
Skull pushed away from the wall, grumbling about getting his ass kicked over this, and she couldn’t help but smile. The fact Deanna was suffering, her baby’s life was on the line, coupled with the club going on a secret excursion, although she knew what it was about, had dread filling her. Her stomach was in knots, her heart ached, and her worry was through the roof.
“Everything will work out,” Skull said, and she stopped, surprised by the big biker’s words.
“How can you be sure?”
He turned and faced her. “Because the club takes care of what’s theirs, and Demon and Deanna are both strong. That little baby of theirs has that quality, and I know it’ll pull through.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that last part, but she still worried. She didn’t want anyone hurt because of her, and she knew the club was hunting down her father and uncle, knew they would hurt them for what happened. Although she was glad the two men who had put more fear and sadness in her would finally get what was coming to them, she couldn’t help but feel this twinge of sadness. Yes, she hated them, had run from them, but they were all she’d known, all that her world had revolved around.
“It’ll be okay,” Skull said again.
She felt hope fill her at Skull’s words, even though it was strange to feel something like that with everything going on. “I hope you’re right.”
Striker glanced in his rearview mirror and saw the two men tied and gagged in the back of the SUV; they had been knocked out, coldcocked to the side of the head. He would have preferred to kill Elena’s father and uncle right then and there, but they had plans for these pieces of shits, and it was going to be sweet vengeance when they finally killed these motherfuckers.
Striker tightened his hands around the steering wheel and focused on the road again.
“How much longer,” Demon said from beside him, clearly lost in his thoughts about Deanna and the baby.
“Another twenty minutes and we’ll reach the warehouse.” Striker was the one to respond, and he couldn’t get there soon enough.
Twenty minutes later, they were coming to a stop in front of the rundown warehouse the club owned. They’d bought the property with the building because of the land and had plans down the road to make another clubhouse as an additional base. But construction was on hold for the time being, and he was glad for that. This place was deserted; that was exactly the way they liked it and what they needed to get this shit done.
They all got out of the SUV, Nerd and Brash grabbing the two fuckers that were still out cold. Joker and Steel had come along, as well, and Striker knew they wanted a piece of these fuckers, too.
“Shakes and Vengeance taking care of the other sick fucks?” Joker asked.
“Yeah,” was all Striker said.
They weren’t about to let any of those twisted motherfuckers live. No, they’d take out every single one of them and not even think twice about it.
The other Patches and Lucky had taken the two girls they’d found and headed back to the club. They needed to get things worked out, and he wanted to make sure Elena was okay. They’d left Skull at the clubhouse, but he worried about Elena, and of course what Deanna was going through. He had to believe things would work out, because envisioning anything else wasn’t something he wanted to even contemplate.
They took the assholes into the clubhouse, the air stale, the beams looking like they’d give any minute.
“Where the fuck are those lanterns?” Demon asked. They’d come here several times since buying the property, and although the place was a shithole the way it was, they did have a few essentials in case a brother needed to be here.
Battery operated lanterns, work tools, and even weapons were stored here. Although the latter was in a metal box buried behind the building, it was going to come in pretty fucking handy tonight.
“Hang the fuckers up,” Striker said without emotion and went over to the toolbox, pushing it from the side of the room. He crouched, grabbed a hammer, a pair of pliers, and a rusty as fuck saw out of the metal box. When he stood and turned around, he saw Nerd and Brash had already strung them up like pieces of meat in a freezer.
“Who’s ready to go to work on a couple of sick, abusing motherfuckers?” Striker asked. All the Patches came forward, their focus on the two pricks.
“No weakness, boys. These asshole deserve everything they get tonight,” Demon said, rolling his head around his neck and grinning.
The president of their club looked feral right now, and Striker knew the stuff going on with his baby and Deanna was making him even more dangerous. But that was good, because Elena’s dad and uncle didn’t deserve any sympathy.
Yeah, shit was going to get bloody, but Striker was looking forward to it.