Chapter Eighteen

Storm

 

 

 

 

“Am I fucking close?” I scream at Pat. They’ve had her too fucking long.

"Almost. You're about five minutes away. Although you might want to get out and walk part of the way up, so they don't know you're coming."

He’s right once we get to the entrance of the woods I pull over my brothers following my lead. “I’m gonna walk up through the woods. Anything I need to know?”

“No, it's the only place up there. If you go straight up, you should run right into it. Please get her back safe." His voice is pained, and I know exactly how he's feeling right now.

"Okay. I'll let you know once we have her." I slip the phone back into my pocket, and we start to make our way up the hill.

Within a few minutes, we come to a small cabin with a black SUV parked outside. I signal to a few of the guys to make their way around the back. I take the couple steps, staying low and lift up to look in the window.

My breath stalls. Becca is laying on a mattress, naked and there's so much blood that I don't know if I'm too late. I move over to the door and Tracker slowly turns the knob opening the door. I take a glance around before moving over to her.

"Angel," I whisper trying to get her to give me some sign that she's okay. She doesn't move. I move my finger down to her neck to feel for a pulse. The beating immediately eases my fears. She'll make it through this.

“Well look who came to the fucking party.” Anthony comes out of one of the adjoining rooms. “You’re a little early I didn’t get a chance to packaged her up in pieces for you yet.” He’s covered in blood, her blood.

Tracker raises his gun at the back of his head.

“Go ahead and kill me. I’m a dead man anyway. Fucking cancer. At least I got to destroy her before.” He laughs.

"Tracker knocks the fucker out, and we'll have some fun of our own first." My voice grates out seeing the joy he got out of causing her pain.

Tracker pistol whips him, and the piece of shit falls to the floor.

“Find the keys to that SUV we’re gonna need it.” The first thing I do is cut her restraints the I pull my shirt off and put it on her. “I’m so fucking sorry. I told you I’d protect you.” Lifting her up I walk out to the car.

The brothers are all waiting by it. "You drive." I nod to Tracker someone else go get our truck and bring it up here so we can get this asshole back to the clubhouse. I'll meet you there." They all nod no one saying anything about the state Becca's in. Also, someone call doc. We're gonna need him."

I climb into the backseat, and she groans as I try to move her. "We'll be back soon, and I'll take care of you. Then I'll make that asshole pay."

 

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The drive back was rough every hard turn, bump in the road elicited a sound of pain from her.  Doc met us as soon as we got there. He’s been in with her since.

"Storm they just got here with Anthony." Hunt comes up to me, and I nod as I follow him to the garage.

Anthony is hanging with his wrists bound by one of the lifts. Walking up to him I bury my fists into his kidneys, and he screams. "So what's gonna happen here is that Becca will be fine. She's fucking strong, and she'll move past this." I pick up one of the drills. "You though, you're a different story." I press the button letting the metal turn and pierce his skin till it breaks all the way through. "I'm gonna make sure you stay alive long enough for us to torture you in every way possible. Then I'm gonna bury your ass up to the neck and let the vultures pick you the fuck apart. I press the drill into his skin again his cries of pain only fueling me more. 

“You put your hands on what’s mine. Now you’ll fucking pay.”

He coughs, and I can tell he's trying to say something. "You weren't the only one who had that shit." He laughs through bloodstained teeth. "So fucking tight.” Rage blinds me as I pull my pistol from my jeans and point it right at his dick. The shot echoes through the garage. His curling screams only giving me pleasure.

"Fucking wrap the shit up. He ain't gonna die that easy. "Now there's the fucking blowtorch?"

The look of fear in his eyes is prevalent now, and any sign of the cocky asshole is gone.

You better be fucking scared.