Chapter Nine
Bentley
It took us a few days to come up with a plan, and every day that Brant is here, Anslie is worried. I swear my sister calls him more than I’ve ever seen an ole’ lady call. She always says the twins are the ones who want to talk to him, but I know that it’s secretly her. Maybe she doesn’t trust him while he’s gone after all the shit they’ve gone through, or she just misses that asshole that much when he’s not around.
Thinking about Anslie at home brings my thoughts to Brynn and what she is doing right now. I can imagine her bent over her desk filling out some piece of paper, not noticing the way her little shorts ride up. I just picture the fucking vision right now.
Instead of using my hand to get off, I go out into the clubhouse to see what type of whores they have hanging around here. When I don’t find anything that catches my attention, I make my way out of the clubhouse and head straight to my bike. I need to get off, and nothing here is going to cut it.
Before I can get to my bike, I hear Gunner behind me. “You know the rules of a lockdown.” I turn and smirk.
“Yeah, but you know me, I never did well following the rules.” I shrug at him, and he shakes his head, not saying anything else as I start the engine and put the kickstand up. Giving him a two finger salute, I take off into the night toward a club that I found online last night.
I couldn’t deal with Brant’s mushy fucking bullshit when he was talking to my sister, so I scoured the internet until I found a few places that looked legit. The one I’m going to right now had a strict privacy policy and that was exactly what I need right about now with the shit that we have going on at the clubhouse.
As I pull into the parking lot of the tall black building, I take in the area. It’s a little ritzier than I expected, but I don’t really care. Putting my kickstand down, I shut off my bike and get off. As I make my way toward the front door, I clear my mind. If I keep thinking about Brynn, there is no way I’ll be able to get off here. Only fucking her would do the job and that isn't happening. I’m in Seattle and she’s in Vegas.
Plus, when I talked to my sister yesterday she mentioned that Brynn was dating some douche, so I needed to stay gone. Stay far away from her before I do something stupid like try and win her over.
Pulling open the heavy door, I come to a reception desk that has a pretty little blonde sitting behind the desk. Her eyes rake me over before she asks, “Hi, can I help you?”
I walk over to the desk and rest my forearms on it, leaning close to her. “I don’t know if you can, but I am interested in seeing what your establishment has available.” I grin, and she blushes.
“Can you please fill this out?” The blush gets deeper when my hand brushes against hers as I pull the clipboard from her. I scan over the paperwork, and it’s just a standard contract. Don’t reveal your identity, blah, blah, blah. It’s nothing new to me. I’ve filled out half a dozen of these over the years while trying to find a club that I liked back home.
Oh, of course after I finally found one, Brynn happened to show up, and I had to increase my time spent at the damn place. The night I fucked her was the first night that I didn’t spend time there. All because my brothers wanted to go out that night.
I shake my head, ridding myself of thoughts from that night. I don’t need to think about her. No matter how many times I tell myself that, it doesn’t work. All thoughts always lead back to her. I wonder if that’s how Brant felt about my sister while they were apart all those years? Fuck, I sound like a goddamn bitch.
After I finish signing my damn life away and filling out a shit ton of questions, I finally get to go through the door toward the good shit. Walking through the black door that is on the other side of the blonde, I get to see what all the fuss is about with this place.
As soon as I make it through the door, the low lights and half-naked people are the first things I see. There is leather everywhere, and I can’t help but rub my hands together. Making my way toward the long bar that they have set up on the farthest side of the room, I make my way over to it and order a drink.
“Hey man, what can I get for you?” The guy behind the bar is wearing leather pants and no shirt. Part of me wants to say something assholeish, but I bite my tongue and ask for a Jack and Coke. I need to take off the edge somehow and typically liquor, and kinky shit does that shit for me. Tonight, I’m all about taking the edge off, especially if I have to continue sharing a room with my brother-in-law.
As he places the drink in front of me, I hand him a twenty and ask, “What’s good here?” I turn and look at the crowd for a second before turning back to him.
He points over to a corner where I see a blonde that looks similar to Brynn. They are similar in height and body type, and I almost say naw to her, but he stops me. “Trust me, if you like hard and painful, she is the one you want.” I groan and dip down slightly before turning back to him.
“Fuck. Of course, she looks just like the girl I’m trying to forget,” I mutter. He grins at me and wipes the bar with his towel.
“They always do.” His chuckle pisses me off slightly, but I tap it down. It's only the first night here; I can’t piss the bartender off yet.
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After I got off three times with the blonde that the bartender recommended, I’m finally back at the clubhouse less frustrated. It didn’t help that she was just as fucking dirty as me in a tight little package that reminded me of Brynn. All I could fucking think about while I was inside of her was that damn girl back home, the one I wanted to forget fucking. She’s already messing with my mind, and I’d only fucked her once.
The months of her teasing me with her tight little outfits and short fucking shorts didn’t help shit, and now, I don’t know what to fucking do.
Keeping my mind off of her is the only answer. Letting her move on with that douche she met and keeping my ass here in Seattle. Once I know I can deal with seeing her again every day with someone else; I’ll finally go home. Until then, I’ll just keep my ass here and fuck Michelle.
As I walk through the clubhouse doors, I see the men standing around. When I come to a stop next to Brant, I feel the tension in the room. “We strike tonight.” Gunner’s voice breaks out over the murmurs in the room. He’s pissed, and I don’t know what happened between when I left and now, but I’ll do as I’m told.
I have Gun’s back no matter what war he wants to start.
“Gather the guns and ammo and meet back here in twenty.” People start dispersing, and I look over to Brant.
“What changed? I thought this was planned for a week from now.” He grimaces, and I curse under my breath. Something else happened.
“Yeah, plans changed, brother. Word on the street is that they are attacking us tomorrow. There is a bounty on Casey’s head, and no one knows why. They want her dead.”
Fucking shit. Why does this shit have to happen right now?
Gunner comes over to me and hands me an AK47 and rounds. He hands Brant the same, not saying a word. One thing I don’t like is when Gun goes quiet. It’s when he’s the most dangerous, and I don’t doubt that he is going to make an example out of the fucker who put the price on Casey’s head. That’s his woman, and he will stop at nothing to make sure she’s safe.
We make our way to the parking lot, and when I straddle my bike, I see the familiar expressions on everyone’s faces. Even though we’ve prepared for this shit, that doesn’t mean that it can’t go wrong. Lives can be lost tonight, and there won’t be a fucking thing we can do about it.
I don’t need another replay of Raef’s death.
Making our way toward the meeting point, I get my head in the game. I need to focus if I want to get the rest of these men out alive.
The next ten minutes goes by in a rush. The moment our feet hit the pavement, guns are raised and pointed at anyone who gets in our way. These bastards won’t know what hit them and they will wish they never had their sights set on Casey.
We file into the warehouse one by one, guns moving in front of us, scanning over every inch of the damn place. As soon as one of his men come into view, gunshots explode into the air, and we take out every single person until he is the only one last.
The office he’s holed up into isn’t much. I’ve seen trailers that are nicer than this dump. Gunner kicks the door in, and I hold my gun up, pointing it right at the fucker. The look on his face is one I’ve seen countless times. He didn’t expect us to come barging in like this. Like I told the guys before, this is how you get the results you want. Going in blind doesn’t get these results.
One of the guys comes in with duck tape, and two others grab the bastard and hold him down in his chair. I don’t know what kind of drug dealer doesn’t carry a gun, but this guy is one of them. He really thought that his little bitches were going to protect him, but clearly, they failed.
It’s just him and us now, and Gun is going to make sure he pays for what he did.
They duct tape his ass to a chair before the real fun starts. I can’t help the sadistic grin that molds to my face as I wait for Gunner to start in on this guy. He will be begging for mercy in a matter of minutes.
“You sent a guy on a bike to my house to kill my ol’ lady and my unborn child.” I watch the man pale, and he starts to shake his head no, but it doesn’t stop Gunner. He’s going to extract his revenge. He won’t take it easy on him now.
He grabs a propane torch from one of the prospects and starts it. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and flicks it open. The minute the flame hits the torch, it’s game over. I’ve watched Gunner do something like this only one other time, and I have to say it was brutal as fuck.
I see the evil glint in Gunner’s eyes as he starts toward the fucker duct taped to the chair. His eyes widen as he figures out what Gun is gonna do to him.
As Gunner gets to work, the screams and begging are the only sounds that come out of that damn office. One thing you don’t do is fuck with a Wayward Saint or their family. We don’t fuck around when you threaten one of our own. G didn’t get his reputation of being lethal for being a pussy, and now everyone will remember why he is who he is.