Ryker Fallen Angel's MC 3 (14 page)

Chapter 39

I spent the rest of the day hanging out with Bella. It seemed a little awkward but I don’t give a shit. I asked her all about her life growing up and how she felt about her dad and Cher. The main thing I wanted to know was how she felt about knowing that she is close to the end of her life.

The thing that amazed me about what she said was, is that she isn’t scared.

She said that she had come to terms with it a long time ago. Her mom took her to the doctor when she was younger and that’s when they found out. I can’t believe that she is at ease about it all. I think if I ever knew my time was coming I would want my family to know, to be prepared. Bella has her own reasons for keeping it from them, and I need to respect that.

“Where’s your head at?” Tank calls over to me as we sit around the table discussing what’s about to go down tonight.

“I’m here. Trust that.” Nodding his head, it hurts me inside to not tell him that he’s losing his little girl. The same little girl that he just got back is slowly slipping out of his grasps again.

“We’re goin’ in full force. We got Griff’s boys ready to ride and our guys are strapped up. We know they are gonna be watched a little closer with all this other shit goin’ on but we have the numbers. With that bein’ said we don’t know where Jersey is bein’ held. We go in hard but we go in careful.” Creed looks around the table at everyone before we all agree.

“I want to tell you to pull back brother but I know it’s what she wanted. If she isn’t there we will keep lookin’.” Creed’s eyes burn into me. I know he isn’t playing about any of this.

“I know Creed. I got this brother.” Creed nods again before he slams the gavel down on the table. We all stand and filter out ready to handle this shit. I want those girls out of there and now. We have left them to this shit for far too long. They need a safe haven and I need my girl back.

Walking out into the main room I see Tank hugging Bella before we ride. A piece of my heart breaks at the sight before me. Such a waste of a young life. She had such a bad start to life that she deserved more than the hand she was given.

Watching the guys as they say goodbye just rips my heart open. I hate that I can’t hug Jersey right now but one day soon. I know I have to be positive if I’m going to keep my wits about me. I need to be level headed going into that house. I already know that Jersey isn’t in there. She’s with the Shifters’ and hell is going to rain down on them when I find out where the hell they have her at.

I head outside and climb on my bike before placing my helmet on my head. Inhaling the night air, I feel a sense of peace within me. This night is going to go off really well, I can feel it. We are going to take down the Dusts’, and keep moving forward.

My heart races as I rev up my bike. Most nights I enjoy this moment. That time right before you set out to kill someone. That used to be my high. That was before Jersey. She became my high. She became the thing that grounded me and held me in place. It’s strange that it has been such a short time.

“Let’s ride.” Creed circles his finger in the air like he has so many other times as we all get ready for this. I want blood. I want them to feel the pain they instilled in those girls. Every fear, every insecurity that they drilled into them, I want them to feel.

I watch as the guys all line up. We are ready for this night I can feel it flowing from everyone.

We all file out in formation as we make our way out to the main road. This is going to be one hell of a night.

Shivers roll over my body as we get closer to the Dusts’. I know I’m going in as lead once we get there since I’ve been inside before. I like that part though. I never was a follower and tonight is no different.

Getting my head right, we pull up to the meeting point. Joey has the van parked and ready just like we talked about. The plan is for half the guys to move in on the Dusts’ while the other half moves for the girls. I know deep inside of me that I have to move these girls for Jersey.

Just because I’m moving them doesn’t mean I can’t take an asshole or two out on the way. They deserve a long drawn out torture but this isn’t the time or place for that.

I climb off my bike and settle my helmet on the seat before I walk over to the guys.

“We own this shit tonight.”

Chapter 40

I can feel it coming in the air. That death and despair. I know it’s coming. It’s
inevitable. Even with getting these girls out alive, I don’t know where their heads are at. We
don’t know the extent of what has been done to them.

Jersey was special in the sense that kept her a little better off than the others thinking she would make a higher sale. Too fucking bad that backfired.

“Ryker, your head in this? I want you on point in that house.” Creed looks over at me and must notice the look on my face. I have been ready for this for a while now. There is nothing beside Jersey that I want more than to take this operation down.

“My heads straight Pres.” Creed nods with a cynical smile on his face. This is what he loves. I know Creed’s a good guy and one hell of father but this right here is what makes him tick. Knowing he’s making a difference in someone’s life. Hell, most of the guys here are the same way.

“We roll on three. You got your guys, get them out as quickly as possible and back to the van. Send half your guys with Joey to get them in place.” With a quick nod I turn my attention back to the shit house they have the girls in. I’m ready for this. I’m ready for whatever the hell comes out of it too.

“1……2……3.” On three we all move. Stealth like precision. I must say for a bunch of guys with fucked up backgrounds we make a hell of a team.

Me and my guys move through the tree line as we watch for Creed and his boys to move too. We need this to go off at the same time like we planned for it to work. When I see the hand signals from across the dirt path, we move. We file into formation making sure no one is left uncovered. We always have each other’s backs in times like this.

“We hit that back door. First four in go up. Last four take down. Sam and Rod take front entrance. Move in until you meet up with Gary and Black at the back. Secure that shit yeah?” Looking at the guys behind me, I know they’re ready for this. The glint in their eyes is all the reassurance I need from them.

Twirling my finger in the air in the silent gesture for us to move, we head in.

The back door was open just like I thought it would be. I can only thank God for that part of the plan. We make our entrance as the others fan out to cover their areas. I can hear the shots being fired from across the lot where the Dusts’ are. In my mind I’m praying all of our guys make it out alive.

I hit the top of the stairs and start toward the doors. Thankfully there are no guys up here right now. Pushing through the first door the girls don’t make a sound. They were expecting whoever rented them for the night to come in. High as fuck and out of their little minds.

“Come on darlin’. We’re gettin’ you outta here.” Pulling one by the arm she looks confused.

“What? No, we just came back. We can’t go again.” Tears fall down her face and I don’t have the heart to ask where they just came from. I can’t make myself do it.

“No, I mean out for good. We have a safe house for you to go to. I just need you to be quiet and follow what we say yeah?” Looking down at her she cries harder.

“Ok. I can help you with the others. A few may not go.” Looking into her eyes she doesn’t seem to be as fucked up as the others.

“I don’t swallow the pills; I just act like it.” With a quick nod, I get what she’s doing. I can’t say that I blame her but to a point I don’t think I’d want to be in my right mind doing the things they are forced to do.

“Let’s roll.” The girl jumps up and grabs the other one off the bed as I head to the next room. To my surprise they are all filtering out into the hallway following all the rules. I didn’t know what to expect coming in here looking like we do and then telling them we are taking them somewhere else.

“You got this?” Looking at the little girl from the first room I nod into one of the others where Torch is trying to sweet talk the girl out.

“I got her.” With a whistle and nod to Torch he stands as the girl walks in. I watch in amazement as she talks to her sweetly. I don’t know what she says to her but the girl smiles and nods her head following her out of the room.

“What’s your name?” She stops and looks up at me. I can see the wheels turning in her mind. She doesn’t know if she should tell me or not.

“Cassidy.”

“Bella’s Cassidy?” The girl looks at me confused as I narrow my eyes at her. I don’t remember seeing her the last time we were in here.

“You know Bella? Is she ok?” I nod my head as I look around a little more.

“She’s with our club. She’s the one that told us about you and Deb.” Another tear slides down her cheek and I know Deb didn’t make it.

“It’s ok. You’re safe.” With a quick nod she moves to help out in another room while I stop at the last door at the end of the hallway.

Chapter 41

I stand with my hands on the door for a minute before I push it open. Every memory of Jersey rushes me at once. I didn’t see it coming but there they are. I can picture her scared little face when I first walked into this room. I can see the broken girl they left to be used and mistreated.

“I’m gonna find you darlin’ and when I do, I will make them pay.” Saying the words out loud seems to calm something inside of me. I know in my mind that I would do anything in the world for that girl. That includes killing each and every one that has ever hurt her.

“We’re secured!” Torch yells letting me know that the top floor is ready to move to the van. With a quick look around, I step out closing the door to the past. She will never know that struggle again as long as I’m alive.

Walking back down the hallway I take it all in. I already know I’m about to blow this motherfucker to pieces as soon as we have the all clear. I can only hope that these girls will see it as a new start. A chapter closed in their book of life. It’s time to start over and live.

“How many we round up?” Looking at Torch as I walk outside and light up a cigarette, he smiles.

“26 brother. They said that’s all that’s left of them.” Scrubbing a hand over my face, my heart drops. That means there were more. We missed the fucking time line to getting them out.

Rage simmers just below the surface of my skin.

“Hey, that’s a good number Ryker.” With a quick nod, I motion for Rob.

“Move them to the van. Cover your ass.” Rob nods as he starts rounding the girls up. A few of the others follow behind him but I set my sights on the Dusts’ across the lot.

The shots have stopped which only worries me slightly. I know Creed and Tank are careful with what they do.

“Let’s go get ready to play light the night.” Chuckling I make my way towards the rusty shack they use as a secondary club house when I see Tank.

“Everybody good?” His eyes dart to mine before he nods.

“Yeah but there’s a situation. Your boy Bone is in there.” Nodding towards the building I make my way over there. No one will be taking him out. He has laid his ass on the line for all of us for far too long.

Walking in I see death all around me. Not all of them are dead but a lot of them are. It almost brings a smile to my morbid face.

“Thing is; your boy isn’t doin’ so good.” Creed looks at me as I make my way towards him. I know that look. He isn’t good means he’s dying.

“Where is he?” I know how this scenario plays out. I don’t like it at all but I know it needs to be me.

Creed directs me to a backroom where one of the other guys stands.

“Get out.” Growling at him, he quickly leaves the doorway he was standing guard at. I take a deep breath before pushing through the door. I never expected this. I never thought I’d see him this way.

Bone is on the bed bloody and broken. He looks like he should already be dead but I can tell by the cuts they made on him, they wanted this to be long and drawn out. My hands clench at my sides as I walk up next to the bed.

“God damn brother.” He’s barely breathing from what I can see. He isn’t good at all.

“Ryker. I tried brother. I tried.” In the weakest voice I think I’ve ever heard, he tries to speak to me.

“I know you did. You chanced a lot on this brother. I just don’t know what to do now.” His eyes barely open as he looks over at me. I can see the look but hell help me I don’t want to do it. I don’t know that my head would ever be right if I do.

Shaking my head, Bone can see the look on my face before he grabs my hand. SHIT! I can’t handle this.

“I’m gone brother. Just finish it yeah?” Shaking my head, I can’t force myself to look at him. I can’t see the pain and pleading in them.

“Ryker. You’re the only I want to finish it brother. It would be an honor. Don’t leave me like a fuckin’ dog.” I look down at the person that risked his life to give those girls theirs back. The man that is lying here bleeding to death to make sure they didn’t suffer the same fate. How the hell could I walk away and leave him like that.

“You know you’re a good man Bone. I never doubted that.” Bone tries to nod his head but he can barely move. It kills a piece of me to see this.

“You too brother.” The words barely leave his mouth as I pull my gun out of the back of my jeans. Placing it to his forehead, he gives a slight nod before closing his eyes.