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CILLIAN
Kill had taken the day off from the diner to meet with Savage. His Viv had spent the last few mornings sick as a dog, and this morning was no different. At least now he knew what or in this case, who the culprit was—his kid. She was supposed to go with him to Savage’s house and meet the family and go over the plan to rescue Chloe, but she was in no condition to meet anyone. Instead, he showed up feeling torn between the promises he made to her and the oath he took to protect his best friend and his club. Savage Hell was his family and not helping his friend went against everything he believed in.
As soon as Savage spotted him through the sea of tattooed bikers, he crossed the bar to pull him in for a bear hug. “Sorry I haven’t been around much, man,” Kill said.
Savage released him and stood back. “It’s good, man. You’re doing what you should be Cillian. You’re finding your way and I’m so happy for you.” Kill noted the sadness in Savage's eyes and it was hard to take, seeing his friend so broken. Kill hadn’t told anyone about Viv being pregnant yet but he knew that if anyone tried to hurt his woman or his kid, he’d want to tear them apart.
“What can I do to help?” Kill asked.
“I know the guys came out to talk to you about going into Dragon’s territory. I hate to ask you to do any of this man. You’re violating your parole,” Savage said.
“You let me worry about my fecking parole and tell me what you need from me.” Kill cross his arms over his chest, waiting Savage out.
His friend smiled for the first time since he got there. “Thanks, man,” Savage breathed. “I knew I could count on you. Honestly, you’re the only one who can do this.”
Kill looked around the bar at all the able-bodied bikers and back to Savage. “Why’s that?” he questioned.
“We’ve had some trouble with the Dragons, just before you got out. They came after my family and beat the piss out of me. We were hoping things had died down. Dante took off for Mexico, or that’s what we had heard and now I think he has my daughter.” Savage’s voice cracked and Kill knew his friend was on the verge of losing it.
“Dante?” Kill asked.
“Yeah—he’s the Dragon’s new Prez and has vowed to either kill or patch all Savage Hell’s members. He has a personal vendetta against me and the club.”
“I don’t know him,” Kill admitted.
“No, you wouldn’t. The guy who was president when you tried to patch into the Dragons has been long gone for years. Dante is the third since he was killed.” Kill whistled and shook his head. He had no love loss for the guy. In fact, after what he did to Kill, he fucking hated the guy.
“How’d it happen? Hopefully something gruesome and painful,” Kill said, rubbing his hands together.
“Shot to death in his own bar’s parking lot,” Savage said. Kill felt a little disappointed thinking that his arch-nemesis might have had a quick death.
“Well, let’s hope this Dante fellow meets a more painful demise,” Kill said. “Tell me how I can help get your daughter back,” he said.
“You aren’t patched into Savage Hell,” Savage said. It was a fact that Kill was painfully aware of. The club had accepted him as a sort of honorary member but beyond that, there was no patch ceremony in prison, just the promise of the club’s backing. That was enough for Kill too, until now. Now, he wanted to be a part of something much bigger than his daily existence. He wanted to know that his woman and kid would be watched after and cared for if something happened to him. Savage Hell could be that for him if his damn probation wasn’t standing in the fecking way. He couldn’t patch into a club for two years now and that sucked.
“Right,” he said. “I’m not a patched member.”
“Well, the Dragons will know that too,” Savage said. “We can use that to our advantage. You can show up at their bar under the guise that you want to prospect and get intel on Chloe’s whereabouts.”
“That club is all one-percenters, Savage,” Kill said.
“No offense man, but you’ll fit right in. They’ve had her for almost two days now.” Savage said. Honestly, he wasn’t offended. He was worried that if he got caught, they’d throw his ass back in jail and he’d loose the family he always wanted.
“How about I just reach out to my contact in there? Havoc is a good guy and he’d tell me where Chloe is, if he knows,” Kill offered. “I can’t just walk into that bar. It would be suicide, man. I’d be throwing away everything—Vivian and the—” He stopped short of telling Savage his news. Viv made him promise to keep it just between the two of them until she was further along. She’d have his balls if he just blurted out that he was going to be a father.
“And?” Savage asked. When Kill pressed his lips together, trying to hide his smile, Savage knew what he was covering. “Fuck, man,” Savage growled, pulling him in for another bear hug. “You’re going to be a father?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “But, Viv made me promise not to tell anyone, so you didn’t hear it from me.”
Savage held up his hand, “Not a word, man. That’s fantastic news, right?”
“It is,” Kill agreed. “And also the reason I can’t put my freedom in jeopardy. I think we can work out a way for me to meet with Havoc and not raise too much suspicion. The guy runs a gym in town and I can hire him as my trainer. No one would be the wiser and I’m sure I’ll be able to get some information from him. As I said, he’s a good guy and he’d never want any harm to come to your Chloe.”
Savage called over Ryder and Repo, filling them in on their conversation. The three of them agreed that Kill’s plan was worth a shot. Kill knew he couldn’t stick around the bar for long. Just having his new bike parked out front would land him in a shit ton of hot water. It was time for him to head out and back to Viv.
“I have to go, man. I can’t be caught here and I promised Viv I’d be home in time for dinner,” Kill said.
Savage looked over Kill’s shoulder and swore. “Fuck, man. You need to go out the back,” Savage said. “Don’t look now but your parole officer is here.” Kill knew better than to turn around and give himself away. “Go, Cillian. I’ll hold him off for you.”
