Chapter Eleven
Killian moved down the long corridor and the club seemed to open up. There were lights, and he saw some cameras set up as well. If this was going live, he was royally fucked, but something told him it wasn’t. The entire room had been set up like some kind of studio.
“Well, well, well, I never thought I would live to see you again.”
A bright light shone in his face, and he put his hand up, trying to protect himself from the sudden glare of it all. The person who had spoken was clearly a woman. Killian held his gun out in front of him. Shadow was outside, and right now this wasn’t sitting well with him. Killian knew he needed to be on the top of his game, as otherwise shit was about to go down, and he didn’t like that.
Don’t screw this up.
For some reason, in that moment, he seemed to think about a time many years ago before he’d even met June when he was having a conversation with Boss.
“I can’t kill women!”
“I get that you think they’re weaker than us, but I want you to realize that they have a strength that no one ever expects.”
Killian laughed. “You’re fucking daft. Off your rocker. Women don’t deserve to be hurt.”
Boss sighed. “One day you’re going to have to make a choice, to kill or not to kill. You need to be sure you make the right decision.”
Over the years, Killian had thought about that one conversation. He’d always believed that killing women was for weaker men. Boss had killed women, and a part of Killian had always hated that about him. In a way, he felt Boss was too cynical when it came to women.
“I see that I’m confusing you. I’ve always found that about men. I guess in a way, it’s why I’ve enjoyed dangling precious little fruits in front of them.”
The bright light was hurting his eyes, and he was struggling to look ahead. He couldn’t see anything as weird shapes appeared in his vision.
Suddenly, he was grabbed, and as he tried to pull out of the hold, his gun was shoved away from him. He reached behind him, and pulled out his knife. Stabbing blindly in front of him, he heard the grunt, and he kicked his leg out.
Out of nowhere there were about six men all over him. His arms were grabbed, the knife was wrenched out of his hand, and he was held down.
“Have you finally secured him?” the woman asked.
Killian fought as he was lifted and pressed against the wall, chains secured around his arms. He tugged on them, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Very nice. I have to say he’s even better looking now than I remember.”
“What do we do if Manic shows up?”
“Tell him that his mother will be waiting for him back at the house, and if he doesn’t complete the shopping, she’ll have a meltdown.”
Killian looked around the room, seeing several old bikers, and they all moved out of the way, giving him a clear shot of a beautiful woman. She had to be in her fifties, maybe even older, but it didn’t look it.
“Ah, I see you don’t remember me. I guess a lot has changed over the years.”
She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that molded to her hourglass figure. Her hair cascaded over one shoulder, and he just knew that this was the woman he’d let live.
Manic’s mother.
Through the fog of his mind, he believed her name was Lauren.
“Ah, I can see that little cloud is clearing.”
He glared at her, and only her. “What the fuck do you want?”
She walked up to him, slapping him around the face. It stung, but he was used to pain.
“That is no way to speak to a lady of any kind.” She tutted. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?”
“My mother was a whore,” he said.
“Well, I guess your son is going to grow up with the same problem that you did.”
He tensed up at the mention of his boy.
“When I first got the word that you’d breezed back into town, I didn’t believe it. I mean, who would have the balls to come back to a town that he left after killing someone?
Then I find out that the same man who took my husband from me, has a woman and a child himself. It was just too good to let go.”
Killian watched as she grabbed a chair and moved a little closer to him. He saw several of the MC were at her back, and clearly didn’t know what to do. They were waiting for her command.
She had her own little army.
“Do you like what you see?”
It was then that he took in the rest of the room. In the far corner there was a bed, and what he saw had him sick to his stomach. Three ugly-assed looking blokes were screwing a young girl at the same time. Even across the room he saw the fear, the pain, and also sorrow in her gaze. Tears streaked down her face, and Killian couldn’t believe that a woman could allow this to happen in her presence.
Lauren followed his gaze, and sighed. “A wonderful sight if you ask me. I always did like to see men break them in while they’re young.”
Killian returned his gaze to her. “You allow this?”
“I set it all up. I was the one that was investing in that precious little drug. It would have made us a fortune, and believe me when I say I get off on this.”
Suddenly, Lauren stood, and walked over to the bed. Even as the girl was being raped by three men, she cowered away from the woman as she touched her. Manic’s mother was truly evil. There was no doubt about it.
“You took so much away from me. When you came to kill my husband, I did believe you were coming for me, but then I realized that there was something off about you. Never did know who you were, but I got a sense from you that even though you were a monster, much like myself and my husband, you had an issue with morals. You see, darling, when you have morals, you tend to make mistakes.”
It was killing a part of Killian’s soul to see what was happening to that girl.
“You’d be surprised how much people would pay to see this kind of stuff. A man sees what he wants, and he takes it without any questions asked.”
He was going to kill this bitch. Suddenly, he understood now what Boss was trying to tell him. A monster could take any shape or form. It didn’t have to be a man, but could just be a woman as well.
All of his life he’d taken pride in not killing women, and now watching this bitch in front of him, he wondered how many other girls had died because he’d let her live.
He wanted to get to the very core of this sickness and exterminate it.
“Does your son know what you’re capable of?”
Lauren threw her head back and laughed. “My son doesn’t have a clue about anything. He’s all about a new order, a modern way of running the club.” She spat on the floor. “I sometimes have to wonder if I gave birth to him, and his precious ways. He thinks he can take over the club. He doesn’t have a clue what the fuck is going on.”
Killian was shocked to see the disgust on her face at the mention of her son.
“It’s going to be easy to take them out though. Men like my son die every single day, and I was happy to let him live, but now it’s becoming a bore to see the guilt in his eyes. He’s no son of mine, and a huge disappointment.”
She took another seat on the chair, and stared at him. “With you though, I’m thinking a more fitting punishment is due. Your wife, she’s on the fat side, but that just means we can hurt her a little more. I love it when they scream and beg.”
He clenched his hands, and she cackled.
“Wow, you really do love that little slut, don’t you?”
He didn’t say anything. His rage was building and as he stared at the woman, every single belief he had now began to shatter around him. She was going to die, and he was going to make sure that he put the bullet between her eyes.
“You think I don’t know what you’re thinking about right now? You’re thinking about what you’re going to do, aren’t you? You want to hurt me, to make me pay for hurting those girls. You men, you’re all the same, thinking you’re some kind of hero when it’s the furthest thing from what you are.” She stood up, and placed her hand on his chest.
Just her touch sickened him, but he stared into her cold eyes.
“You think you’re going to get away with this?” he asked, knowing that if he died right now, Shadow or even Boss would make sure this bitch didn’t live to see another day. He wanted that. All that he hoped was that he’d get the chance to see her fall.
She chuckled. “I’ve been getting away with it for as long as I can remember. You think this is my first rodeo, killer? I know what I’ve been doing because I’ve been doing it all my life.” She stepped close, and her lips were pressed against his ear. “If you must know, my first victim was my sister. She was so sweet, so delicate, and by the time they were finished with her, I made sure she was only a shell of her former self. I’ve been with my husband all my life, and we’re two parts of the same whole.” She pulled back. “I’ve been in this game a lot longer than you. I know what I’m doing, and I’m skilled enough to make the right men turn the other way.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he pulled back. This only made her laugh even more. “Your disgust is pathetic. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I’ve yet to be caught. There are a lot of people who like what we do, and do you really think you’re going to stop them? You couldn’t even figure out who put the hit out on your woman.” She pressed her hands together and smiled. “Some men do like fat women, and I just know she’s going to make us a fortune, and then I’m going to get that little boy to eat out of the palm of my hand.” She ran a hand down her body. “I’ve heard that young boys like a woman who knows what she’s doing.”
Killian was going to gut the bitch, and fuck her up so much that she didn’t even know what the fuck the problem was.
“First though, I think it’s only fair that my boys have a little go at you.” She pouted and stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry about this because you really do have a beautiful face, even if it does have some scars on it. You and I both know that they make us stronger.”
Killian watched her saunter off as three old fuckers stepped forward. Metal covered their fingers, and he smirked. “You really think I’m afraid of you fuckers. It’s a shame that you let a dirty cunt tell you what to do.”
It was a surprise to see Lauren insulted by his words. She was a disgusting human being, and when he got free he was going to make sure that she couldn’t breathe.
The first hit went to his stomach, but he was used to harder punches. He’d taken them as a kid, and growing up. Part of his training to be part of Killer of Kings was proving he could take the torture without giving away vital information. He’d been young, but Boss had been thorough with his methods.
Gritting his teeth, he glared at her, knowing that Boss had a plan. The owner of Killer of Kings always had a plan. All he had to do was wait it out, and hopefully, at the end of it, he was going to be breathing. He had so many plans after all of this. First, he was going to marry June, and take her away from all of this bullshit. He was going to make sure that his son wanted for nothing.
All of this would come to pass. He would make up for the past ten years. He just had to get through this.
****
“What the fuck are you doing here, Shadow, and where’s Killian?”
June looked over Boss’s shoulder, but she didn’t get a clear shot of the man. She was terrified as they were not at the hotel. During the journey in the car, she had gotten the sense that something had gone really wrong. Tension was thick in the air.
Boss had been on the phone, talking so fast that she didn’t have a clue what was being said.
“He went in, and I just got out. It’s the wife,” Shadow said. “The wife put out the hit on Killian’s woman and kid. Also, you’re not going to like this.”
What June heard next was enough to turn her stomach.
“I had no idea,” said another guy with lots of ink and a leather cut on his back.
“You’re telling me this woman you call a fucking mother has been taking girls and exploiting them and you didn’t know? She used them in a sick and twisted fuck game, and you’re saying that you didn’t have a clue what the hell was going on?” Boss asked.
She heard the anger in his voice, and it made her feel cold inside. Boss was clearly a monster, but the way he was talking, he had standards.
“I didn’t know. She never said a fucking thing, and it’s not like she’d turn around and tell me that she got off on seeing girls raped and tortured.” The leather-clad man paced up and down. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“You’ve got one choice to make as far as I’m concerned. She dies, and all the fuckers that are related to it die along with her,” Boss said.
“Boss, the website is fucking huge,” Shadow said. He was on his cell phone. “Maurice said there’s an entire network at play.”
“Then we do what we do best, we bring the kings down. I won’t have that website up any longer than it needs to. You tell Maurice there’s a healthy paycheck if he gets that website down and all the addresses related to that sick shit. Daddy’s going to have a party.” Boss climbed into the car, and then several of the leather-clad men joined them.
June sat in the corner, not knowing what to do. She was afraid, but Boss was staring out of the window. No one spoke for the longest time and then Shadow got in the car.
“We going to get Killian now?” Shadow asked.
“Of course we are.” Boss looked at her. “How do you feel about acting?”
“I can do whatever it takes. If it will help Killian, and anyone else, I’ll do it. What do you need me to do?”
“You don’t need to know the plan in advance. I’ve got a feeling it will be even more authentic if you just react.” Boss stared at the biker who was next to her. “Are you prepared to do what needs to be done, Manic?”
“You’re asking me to kill my mother?” he asked.
“I’m asking you to deal with the poison that is infecting your club. You think this is going to go away, or do you think she’s going to allow you to live much longer? You’ve got to get your head out of the clouds, boy. Don’t forget that women can be just as vicious as us.”
Boss sat back, and June stared out of the window.
Time passed, and it was too soon before they were out of the car. She gasped as Boss grabbed her around the neck and pointed a gun at her head. This was all a little too real, too raw, too damn scary. She was petrified of what was about to happen.
This was for her son, for Killian, and for all of the other girls that had been hurt. She had to do this for them, and to hope that no other girl found her death in the clubhouse up ahead.
Scarlett had promised that she would take care of her son, no matter what, and June believed the kind woman.
Entering the clubhouse, Boss pointed the gun at another leather-clad man.
“I’ve got something your lady wants, and tell her I’m not letting this bitch go without a fight.” Boss growled each word, and he didn’t lower his weapon.
She held onto his arm, trying to deal with everything that was going on. It was scary, and she hated it. June had never been as afraid in all of her life as she was right now. She knew something was about to go bad.
Closing her eyes, she waited, and tried to drown everything else out. Suddenly they were moving forward, and there were shouts, grunts, cries. They entered a much larger room, and seeing what was going on in front of her, nearly had her throwing up all over the place.
“So this is his little slut,” a much older woman said, coming forward.
Past her shoulder, June gasped as she caught sight of Killian being beaten against the wall.
“I take it you’re Lauren,” Boss said.
“The one and only. Who might you be, handsome?”
“I don’t give names,” he said.
“Don’t worry. I can handle no names.” Lauren reached out and stroked June’s cheek. “She looks so sweet, so innocent, so tempting. I know a lot of men are going to love getting their fill of you.”
June squeezed Boss’s arm tighter. She couldn’t help it. The fear was too much, and it scared her.
What was the plan? What did Boss hope to achieve?
There was no easy way out of this, not that she could see. There was only pain and death.
“It’s quite the little set up you’ve got going here. You bring all the girls here, make them do what you want?” Boss asked.
“It’s all for their own good. Yes, this is the perfect place, and we’re able to market it worldwide. We have a huge fan base.”
From the way Lauren looked at Boss, she liked what she saw. There was no way that Boss was going to be suckered in by all this. The rage she heard from him was not something you made up.
“Maybe one day you could stay and watch the show.”
“I don’t rape girls!” Boss moved the gun from June’s head, and fired his gun at the two men at her back. “And I don’t let bitches like you near me.” Boss shot her in the arm, and Lauren lurched back before steadying herself.
June was shoved to the ground as Manic and his crew rushed into the room. Bullets were flying everywhere, and June saw that Killian was still trapped to the wall. She had to do something before he got hit in the crossfire. June crawled toward Killian trying to stay as low as she could, when someone wrestled on top of her.
“You think you’re so smart right now, slut. Wait until I have the entire club lining up to take your pussy. I’ll have them tear it apart, and then I’ll cut you piece by fucking piece.” Lauren slammed June’s head against the floor, dazing her for a little bit.
Fear, panic, or adrenaline—she didn’t know what it was—but she was able to shove Lauren off her back, and slap her hard. When Lauren attempted to get up, June pulled her arm back, clenched her fingers tight, and punched her in the face.
Lauren went down, and that was when June saw the keys hooked at her waist. After grabbing them, she ran over to Killian.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “You’re supposed to be safe with Bain.”
“Shut up, because right now, I’m the one helping you.” She found the key, turned the lock, and as a series of bullets ran across the wall, near where they were standing, Killian pushed her to the floor.
“I’ve got to fucking end this once and for all,” Killian said, kissing her cheek. “I love you, baby.”
He kissed her head a final time, and it was then that she realized the noise had gone silent.
Killian helped her to her feet, and that was when she saw the men who’d been in the car, were in control. Guns trained on most of the older men. Manic was there, staring at his mother. Her nose was bleeding, and June got a sick sense of pleasure at seeing the blood running down her face.
“You did this?” Manic said. “My own mother.”
“Please, give me a break. You’re such a fucking pussy.” Lauren got to her feet. Blood coated her arm in crimson.
“Remember what I told you,” Boss said. “This is your problem to deal with. I’m getting fucking tired of cleaning up everyone else’s mess. Clean this shit up!”
Killian held her hand tightly, and she watched as Manic’s hand didn’t shake. “I know what I have to do.”
“Then do it already.”
Boss wasn’t helping the situation. Killian squeezed her hand, and then she watched as he left her side. He went to Manic, patted his shoulder, grabbed the gun from him, and shot Lauren in the head.
“No one should ever have to kill their own mother, no one.”