CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Axe
The back room was now full of a shit-ton of my brothers. Killer walked into the room full of men with her back straight and her head held high. A few of them passed around questioning looks as she parted the crowd, but as Tank flanked to her side, they started to see that she wasn’t a threat.
“You are going to get it for this, Angel,” he growled in her ear. Though I had a feeling that she wouldn’t exactly mind what he was going to give her.
“You mind?” I asked her as I gestured to Allison’s chains.
Killer nodded as she pulled something out of her boot. Then a second later, Allison’s body sagged to the side and I was right there to catch her.
“Babe,” I said cradling her face. “Need you to open those sexy as fuck eyes and look at me.” And that did it, she pried her swollen eyes apart just enough to give me a peek at that deep blue.
“You can’t kill him?” she whispered.
“Who? Vice?” I hadn’t fully been able to connect the dots but I knew she wouldn’t lie to me. If she said he helped her then I fucking believed it.
“No. Well, yes, you can’t kill him either.” Her voice came out strong the more she spoke but she still seemed like she was winded. “You can’t kill Savage.”
“Why the fuck not?” I barked, not believing what the hell I’d just heard.
“Calm down, brother,” Patch said as he took to Allison’s other side and started to check her over.
That was when I really got a good look at her.
She was drenched to the bone. Her arms were limp almost like she wasn’t able to use them. Then again, if she had been tied up as long as she’d been gone, I imagined that she might have dislocated one if not both of her shoulders. Her face was fucked up and she shifted in a way that made me think that her whole body hurt.
“Fuck,” Diesel said and I looked up for the first time. That was when I saw him looking around the room. Then I did the same, taking in the sick fucking box we were in. I couldn’t lie, my stomach turned and I almost threw the hell up.
“Can we move her?” I asked Patch turning my attention back to him.
“Yeah,” he replied looking a little unsure about doing so. But as he looked around, it was clear that he agreed with me that we needed to get the fuck out of this room.
“There’s an office to the left. The couch in there is probably the cleanest thing in here,” Vice supplied and I jerked my head to the side to eye him. I didn’t know what the hell was going on and until then, I didn’t trust him.
“Fine. Let’s go,” I said as I moved to stand. “Shit! I forgot. Brand is in one of the rooms. Someone get Frannie. He needs to be looked at.”
“I got it.” This came from Ky, one of the members from the South Carolina chapter. The look on his face was a bit worried.
It seemed that Brand made friends wherever the fuck he went and I wouldn’t have doubted that while he was spending time down there for a bit he had become close to some of the members.
“I need some fuckin’ answers right now,” Cal said taking control of the situation I was about to reluctantly leave behind.
I was torn. I wanted to be with Allison, but I needed to stay and see this fucking thing through. I needed to see Savage take his last breath.
“I’m fine,” Allison said once we managed to get her to her feet. “I’m not leaving. Not now. I want to see his fucking end.”
And well, I couldn’t very well deny her of that.
“Think you deserve that, sweetheart,” Cal said with a nod.
“Can we at least bring this somewhere else?” Brass said taking a step forward. “I mean, I’m all for torture, but this room is just too much. And knowing what I know…” He cut his eyes over to Savage with a sick and disgusted look on his face.
“Agreed,” Cal said and just like that, we all moved out into the open area just outside of the room.
Savage wasn’t going anywhere with as many guns as we had trained on him and neither was Vice. Until we knew what was up, he was still an enemy.
I carried Allison out and then helped her stand on her own two feet. I knew she would want it that way and now we had a front row seat to the show.
Bocca scrounged up a chair while Knight and Seven tracked down something to bind Savage with. We watched as they made sure he was good and secure before Allison started to speak.
“Burke…or Vice as you know him, helped me escape. That was the reason that he was here. Once he got close enough to Savage, he found out how big his operation was,” Allison said. Vice didn’t try to jump in because he knew that we’d more than likely trust the info coming from her versus him. “The reason you can’t kill Savage is because Burke needs information. There are girls…he’s trying to recover the girls.”
Well, shit. That sure put us in a bind. I knew what girls she was talking about and we couldn’t exactly turn a blind eye to trying to rescue them.
“Talk,” Cal said looking at Vice. Or Burke. Or whoever the hell.
“Name is Jason Burke. I work for a private security company. I believe that one of you has already met one of my team members.” His eyes scanned until he saw Tank. That was when things started to click in my mind.
“Grant?” Tank supplied, his eyes a bit wide like a kid that had been caught off guard.
“Yep,” Burke said back.
“Tank? You got somethin’ you need to tell me?” Cal sounded a bit irritated but he was keeping his cool.
“Grass is alive. I’m guessing this guy here had something to do with that. He’s in a safe house with my sister and, I’m assuming, one of his men.” Tank looked at Cal as he spoke. There was a bit of worry in his eyes. “I’m sorry, prez. I had to keep my boy safe and the only way I saw to do that was to keep it as quiet as possible.”
“Well, shit!” Cal said looking the slightest bit taken back. “Thank fuck for that. So how come you saved the boy but don’t save his dad?”
Sure, I had wondered that myself, but since Tank was alive, I just wanted to thank the lucky stars that it worked out that way. It seemed like that wasn’t good enough for Cal, but who could blame him for wanting to know all the answers.
“We, ah, ran out of time,” Burke explained. “I only had one person available to help me out. By the time I found out the plan for the explosion, he only had enough time to get the boy out undetected. He couldn’t defuse the bombs. I’m glad it worked out in the end.” He shot a semi-sympathetic glance in Tank’s direction.
“Hmm,” Cal said, his eyes narrowing a little. “Yeah, good on that. So, you were sayin’?”
“I was hired by…well, that one right there.” he pointed and all of our heads whipped in the direction he was pointing to.
“Lulu?” Allison said
“Lucy?” Nadya said at the same time.
“Clean?” Diesel spoke and fuck me if this thing hadn’t just turned into a damn crazy pony ride.
My eyes went from the big, man who we would call in to do our clean up, to the terrified girl with dark hair and dark eyes standing behind him, looking almost as if she was trying to be invisible.
“Uh, there is not enough money in the world for me to take on this job,” Clean said casual as ever as he looked around at all the dead bodies and blood everywhere.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Cal muttered and I couldn’t have agreed more.
Seeing that it was safe, the girl—Lulu? Lucy? These people had too many names. Anyway, she came rushing forward and wrapped her arms around Allison. I remembered Allison’s story and I figured that this was her best friend.
“What are you doing here?” Allison asked as the tears ran down her face.
“Let’s get to that later. Just, know, I’ve been looking for you for seven years,” the chick said. “I called Burke here to go in and get you out. I’m really sorry. It took me a long time to figure out who took you. Then, well, it took him a long time to gain some ground in the club.”
“First,” Cal said. “Let’s deal with this Savage shit so we can fuckin’ put him down already.”
So then we did.
Vice explained that he was looking for the names of the people that Savage had trafficked to. He had no idea where he kept them or if he even had them written down.
My eyes shot to Diesel’s and I could see the light going off in his head.
“When we had Switchblade in the basement, he said something about a leather journal that this fuck was always writing in and protective over. He said that no one was allowed to see it.” Diesel narrowed his eyes in Savage’s direction. His stance became creepy as fuck and his tone became deadly cold. “Where is it?”
“Fuck you!” Savage spat.
With shaky legs, Allison took a step in Savage’s direction, her fingers pulled my knife free from the sheath attached to the side of my belt as she moved away from me. I was worried, though I shouldn’t have been. At this point, he was tied down and unable to move in any sort of way. I knew she needed this so I was going to do my best and stand down while she had her moment.
“Where the hell is it?” She stabbed him dead in the middle of his thigh as she screamed her question.
His sinister laugh rang out as he tried to play off his pain.
“Check his cut,” Brass said seeming to be the smartest out of all of us. Why didn’t I think of that before?
Bocca leaned over and patted him down, then reached into his cut and you know what, pulled out a damn ugly ass brown leather journal. He tossed it to Cal, who flipped through it then walked it over to Vice.
“We good?” Cal asked and I could see that he didn’t want to waste any more time.
“He’s all yours,” Vice said after he flipped through the pages and decided it was everything he needed.
“I told you that you would see your end,” Allison said as she stabbed the fuck outta him.
And not just once.
No, she didn’t stop until she was covered in his blood and Savage seemed like he was struggling to pull air into his lungs.
“Baby?” I whispered calmly. It seemed that no one dared to try and stop her. And while we all had a reason to want to get a slice in, I think we all silently agreed that she had more than earned the right to take that away from us. “Baby,” I said more firmly.
“Looks like I’m the one who gets to see your fear,” she said a little too calmly.
Then the knife reared back over her head, and with a force that made me cringe, she drove it down between his legs. His gargled screams filled the room and she stumbled back into my arms. I didn’t hesitate to wrap them around her and hold her tightly.
Cal took a step forward, raised his gun, and with one clean shot, the Devil was finally dead.
“I need a damn drink,” Cal muttered as he shook his head. “Alright, body count for us. Need to see who we lost, who’s fucked up, and who can still walk. Get those SUVs in here and let’s get loaded and out. Then we burn this place to the ground.”
He paused and turned to Mr. Clean.
“And how in the fuck is it that you are here anyway?”
“Long story?” Clean supplied and it sounded more like a question than an answer.
“Found your psychic?” Diesel said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Yep.”
“FBI. Nobody move.” A loud, deep voice called out from behind us.
Well.
Fuck!