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“I’m not fuckin’ waitin’ for you to go through blueprints, look through camera feeds, and all that other bullshit, Venom. I’m gonna bring my ol’ lady home. Now,” I grind out, my jaw clenched tight.
“I know where you’re comin’ from, Hawkeye. We all wanna bring her home. Right now, we don’t have the first clue about where they took her. For the first time, Lucifer is havin’ to do his own dirty work from what we know and it’s gonna drive him the fuck insane. Crazy men aren’t afraid to spill fuckin’ blood. We need to do this shit without gettin’ Tara hurt. Or worse. Think about this shit,” Venom says, his eyes locked on me as I practically jump out of my seat.
“Fuck that! If that’s how you wanna play this shit, then that’s on you. You wouldn’t wait for shit if this were Vanessa. I don’t give a fuck what I gotta do to get my girl back. Goose workin’ alone on this shit is gonna take way too fuckin’ long to find her. Even if Tech and King help him, it’s gonna take too long. None of you know the entire story of what’s goin’ on,” I bark out, slamming my fist on the table in front of me as I pick up my chair and toss it the fuck aside.
It slams against the wall and shatters before falling in a pile of splinters and pieces of wood. Ricochet stands up next to me and looks around the table.
“My brother’s not wrong. None of you know outside the three of us. Tara is pregnant. She’s carryin’ a baby for Paige and me. Not only could Hawkeye lose his ol’ lady, but we can lose our baby. We don’t have unlimited chances to have a child. Tara’s already so fuckin’ worried about not carryin’ the baby to term and if this shit happens because we’re waitin’ on all this shit to be done, then I’m gonna lose my shit on all of you. So fuckin’ much is at stake right now and you’re all sittin’ on your asses waitin’ for Goose to pull up camera feeds in the hope that he’ll be able to trace him. Sorry, Goose, but somethin’ needs to happen now. Right fuckin’ now!” Ricochet says, his words silencing the room.
“Alright, I want half the guys out searchin’ right now. You see any sign of anythin’ suspicious and we’ll meet you there. Don’t do anythin’ stupid that could get Tara or yourselves killed,” Venom orders, staring right at me as I race from the room with my brothers right behind me.
There’s one thought running through my mind right now. While it’s not directly involving Tara, it relates to her. Just after I graduated, my best friend was dating a girl. I thought I knew what kind of man he was and it was so fucking far from the truth. This guy beat and raped his girl. She came to me for help and while I tried to do my best to protect her, it wasn’t enough at the end of the day. The girl ended up beaten to death. I wasn’t there for her when she needed me and it’s weighed on my conscious since I heard the news of her death. Now, I wasn’t there for Tara when she needed me. I was at the shop instead of with her at the trailer. I’m not saying Marco did anything wrong, but he’s just a Prospect. I’ve been fighting and training most of my life.
Clearing the thoughts from my head, I race from the clubhouse and out through the streets of Cedar Bay. I go up and down each one with my brothers at my back. We look for any sign of a bike, abandoned houses being occupied, and anything else that would tell us Lucifer and that skank are in town. After clearing Cedar Bay, we make our way to the next town over. Again, we go up and down the streets in search of any sign out of the ordinary. There’s nothing.
Frustration fills me as we spend hours riding around and searching. We pass more small groups of men out in search. Not just the Wild Kings, but the Phantom Bastards as well. Venom must have called them after leaving the clubhouse and got them involved in helping us. I don’t give a fuck who’s out here helping as long as we find my girl and bring her home.
As I’m riding through more streets, my phone starts ringing. Pressing the button on my helmet, I answer the call.
“What?” I bark out, not giving a fuck if I offend anyone or not.
“Got a lead on where Lucifer is. Got him on the camera and followed him out of Cedar Bay. Where are you?” Goose asks, his voice muffled from whatever he’s doing.
“We’re in Pine View right now. On the outskirts furthest away from Cedar Bay after workin’ our way through the center of town,” I answer him, keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of these old farmhouses having someone staying in them.
“You’re not too far from your girl, Hawkeye. Lucifer is at an abandoned house just before the next town over. Take the road leadin’ there. Everyone else will meet up with you. They’re on the way to you now,” he informs me as I motion for my brothers to slow down so we can turn around and get on the road we need to follow out of town.
“Tell them to fuckin’ hurry up. I’m not waitin’ for them, Goose. If they don’t want me goin’ in on my own, you better tell them to fuckin’ get there. Tara’s already been gone longer than necessary and we don’t know what’s been done to her in that time,” I tell him, hanging up the phone letting my brothers follow me out of town and toward the house.
I get an incoming message from Goose with the address of where we need to be. Pulling up my GPS on my phone where it sits secure in the holder, I see we’re about twenty minutes away from my girl. My heart starts racing once again and I want to break all speed limits to get to her. Still, I manage to only travel a few miles over the speed limit so we don’t get stopped. We can’t waste any time in getting to Tara. She’s my only priority at this point and I’m gonna do whatever the fuck it takes to get to her in one piece. I’m gonna bring her the fuck home and make sure nothing ever touches her again. Tara will never know another ounce of pain because of club shit and if it even gets close to touching her, I have no problem burning down the fucking world around us to protect her.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Tara
WAKING UP, MY head is pounding like I’ve spent the night out drinking and now have the world's worst hangover. Every beat of my heart is felt in my head. I barely open my eyes before the need to slam them shut fills me. Everything is blurry and I’m trying really hard to remember what the fuck happened. The last thing I remember was being at the trailer with Marco. We were cleaning the trailer and getting it ready to be rented out again. Since I’m living with my man, there’s no need for me to hang onto it any longer. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t about to clean it out for the landlady and make sure she didn’t have to do anything to it. I’m not that person and never will be.
While I was working in the bathroom attached to my bedroom, I heard a commotion out in the front of the trailer. I tried to hide in the bottom of the closet in the bathroom but I was found. Some man grabbed me and pulled me out by my hair. I screamed and fought to get away from the fucker, but he just gripped my hair tighter. He yanked more than a few pieces from my head as I struggled with him. Getting away was the only thing on my mind because I had a feeling this is the man who was involved in taking Lyric and Paige when they were taken months ago.
The asshole put a knife to my throat as I wrapped my arms around my stomach as some form of protection. I’m not sure what they’ll do if they discover I’m pregnant and I’m not about to find out. I manage to make the fucker lower the knife so it’s not at my throat. I nearly trip over Marco’s body as he lays on the bathroom floor. Screams erupt from me. Marco was hurt simply because he was stuck babysitting me at the trailer. If he’s dead, it’s on me and I’m not sure if I can handle that shit. In fact, I know I can’t handle that.
I go to move away from the cold at my back. A loud clanging sounds in my ears that are already ringing. My eyes snap open as I see a chain attached to my ankles and another one around my wrists. The other end of the chain is attached to some metal loops in the wall. I’m not going anywhere. The metal attached around my limbs is cold and digging into my skin as I finally open my eyes and wait for the blurriness to clear so I can get a clear look of where I’m being held.
The room around me is completely cement. There’s one small window across from me and it’s completely barred so there’s no way I can get out that way. Even if I were able to get free of the chains holding me. Not very far from me is a bucket and I have a feeling that’s where I’m supposed to take care of business. It’s not gonna happen, but I’m sure that’s what it’s there for. This room smells like piss, shit, and mold. It’s not a good combination for me to be inhaling while I’m pregnant. I’m stuck here and I can’t hold my breath, so I’m going to hope that nothing happens to me or the baby while I’m in here.
As I’m looking around the room, the door swings open. The loud creaking of it grates on my nerves and causes the pain in my head to explode. Tears fill my eyes and I fight so hard to hold them back. These fuckers will not get my tears. They won’t see me weak because I’m here in chains. I’m stronger than they’ll ever be. These idiots want shit that doesn’t belong to them and they’ll never have the respect or work ethic it takes to make it in this world. I might not know much about this shit, but I certainly fucking know that the woman and man entering the room I’m being held in don’t have what it fucking takes to make it in this world.
“Good, you’re awake,” the woman says, her nasally voice making my skin crawl.
She sounds like a fucking toddler with her whiny, high pitched voice. Her hair is stringy and plastered to her face and neck as sweat covers her skin. It’s not even that hot in here so I know this has to do with something more than it being hot. The clothes she’s wearing hang off her body and I take in all the bruises covering her exposed skin. Some of its track marks while others are the sign of the abuse she suffers at this twatwaffle’s hands. Yet, she stays with him for some reason. I’m sure the drugs play a huge role in her decision to stay where she’s at.
“I ain’t got shit to say to you. Do what you gotta do, you pathetic skank,” I tell her, my voice wavering as bile swirls in my stomach.
“Oh, we have ways of getting you to talk,” she mumbles, almost tripping over the air and falling on top of me.
“I’m sure you think you do. But, there’s nothing you can say to make me talk about anything with you. I don’t know shit and I can tell you that hell will rain down on you when my man gets here. Let’s not forget the father of the baby I’m carrying too,” I state, holding my head high and keeping my gaze locked on the woman in front of me as she slowly inches closer.
The only reason I decided to tell them I’m pregnant is because I don’t think they’ll hurt me any more if I am. These two are going to hurt me regardless because I have nothing to tell them. All ol’ ladies are kept out of club business at all times and I don’t know any weakness the club may have. These men would go to the ends of the Earth for their loved ones. So, I’m hoping to draw some kind of maternal affection from this woman because I’m carrying her daughter’s child. Maybe deep down somewhere she really does care about her daughters just a little bit.
