Chapter Fifteen

Damien

We pull up away from the clubhouse so that they don’t hear our bikes, and decide to walk the rest of the way. Once we are close, we can hear loud music going on inside. It’s obvious that they are having a party. What they have to fucking celebrate, I don’t fucking know. As far as I know, they failed on their fucking mission of trying to take my woman.

These fuckers have no clue what’s coming to them. We get close enough so that we can take out the guards outside of the clubhouse without anyone hearing a thing. That’s the good thing about having so many biker brothers at your back.

We have the house surrounded from all angles and entries. We want to make sure that no one can fucking escape.

We start coming in from all the open doors and windows, guns pointed and shooting any man that tries to attack us. We are trying to make sure that we don’t hit the women in the club even though they probably don’t mean anything to these assholes. I will bet anything that most of them, if not all, are here because they are forced to be or have been blackmailed. That’s how these fuckers work. They don’t know how to run a fucking honest club.

I don’t give any man a chance to fucking surrender. I just start shooting fuckers left and right. In my head, all these fuckers are responsible for what happened yesterday, and for torturing and killing Nikki and Sam. Nikki and Sam may have been banned from the club, but they still deserved more respect than what these fuckers gave them.

I make my way through the clubhouse in search of Demon. I get to the part of the clubhouse that has their names on the fucking doors. When I get to the one that says Demon, I waste no time kicking the door open. Once I am in the room, there is no fucking sign of him, but there is movement in the corner of the room. I look, and the outline of the thing moving is so fucking small that I know that it’s not a man. The closer I get, the better I see that it’s a woman. She’s fucking chained to the bed by her ankle, and she’s trying to make herself as small as possible.

A few brothers come in the room once they hear me curse. Steal pushes his way through. He’s good at picking fucking locks, so I let him do his thing. I leave the room, and check out the other rooms; but none of the high ranking Devil’s Souls are in their rooms. There was also another woman chained up in the Vice President’s room. They must keep them as their own personal slaves.

We ended up showing no mercy to any of the men that were in the club. The amount of women we had seen in chains tied up to any fucking thing throughout the club was sickening. I was right when I thought that no women were here on their own free will. We took the women out, and some of them had to be carried because they were so badly beaten. We also had to find shit for some of them to wear because most were naked. There were rooms where most of the women must have been kept for their own personal enjoyment. That fucking made us fucking angrier seeing all this shit. We knew they were sick fucks, but we didn’t know it was this bad. Once the club was clear of women, we set the thing on fire, and head back to our bikes. Blade and Pyro both brought a Van so that we could bring any women we found back with us. There almost isn’t enough room for all of them.

Once we are back at the clubhouse, we see that there was no harm done, but the old ladies are now all awake, probably from being worried about us. When they see the amount of beaten women we bring in, they waste no time in helping out with anything they may need.

This is going to be another long fucking night. Doc checks over all of the girls, and we ask each one questions of why they were in the clubhouse. Most of them say that they were abducted and taken there. Some were tricked into thinking that it was a one-night-stand, and were never able to leave. We ask all of them if they have anyone looking for them, or anyone we can call. Most of them do have family and friends that they know are looking for them. Most of the women have been there for months.

We call people for the ladies that have families and friends left. Ella comes out with Kid at her side. She probably had a fucking nightmare without me there. I automatically extend my hand to her. I catch her up on everything that has been going on. She opens her mouth in shock when she sees all the women, and her eyes well up with tears.

It’s not long before people start to arrive for the women who have someone. There are a lot of tears and hugs when they are reunited with their loved ones. I know that they are happy to finally be going back home. They tell them which MC kept them, and how we saved them. I am glad that none of them want to go to the cops because then we will be caught for setting the clubhouse on fire. We didn’t want to take any chances of that happening again with how many rooms and torture devices we found in there.

We had no luck in finding any of the higher-ranking members. Those fuckers were probably hiding with their president. We went to check on the tracker since it told us that Demon was at the club, but those fuckers must have found it and planted it at the club because it was still there. I don’t know how that fucker knew that we were going to attack them tonight, but we aren’t going to give up until every last Devil’s Souls member is dead. With the amount of men we have killed, I have a feeling that we only have the high ranking members of the club left. Good thing that these fuckers didn’t believe in old ladies or we would have them on our asses, but no woman is stupid enough to willingly be with monsters like them.

There are about four women who don’t have anyone. They said that they were homeless when they were taken. We offer to help them get back on their feet. We tell them that we could put them in an apartment together if they wanted to be away from the clubhouse, and they accept the offer. I don’t take it to heart though because after the shit they have been through, who would want to be around more bikers?

We tell them that we will set up an apartment for them in the morning, but for tonight they will just have to sleep in the rooms we have here. Some of the brothers willingly give up their beds for the night so that the girls are more comfortable. They end up sleeping two to a bed, so only two brothers are kicked out of their rooms.

It’s sunrise by the time we are able to head to bed. We end up trading shifts of who is on watch. Since everyone is fucking exhausted, some of the brothers take naps, and trade with another brother.

I take Ella to bed with me, and just hold her. I still feel the tension in my body that Demon is still out there, and that we still need to find the fucker. It takes a while before I am able to fall asleep, but holding Ella, and knowing that she is safe in my arms, makes it so much better.

The war isn’t over yet.