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“Maybe, but we aren’t giving up until her death is confirmed. We owe Ciro that much.” Storm glanced at Raul. “Take the floor, brother.”
Raul cleared his throat and stood. “Brynne’s graduation is in two weeks. As you know, Track is close to her. I’m not thrilled about it. Her father isn’t stupid, and he’s possessive. But according to Track, Brynne approached him. He had no choice but to be her friend, or he could’ve made matters worse, like blowing his cover.”
“This can actually work to our advantage,” Storm said. “He could use their friendship to lure her to the safe house.”
“Won’t it piss her off once she finds out the truth?” Lynx asked. “I mean, come on. That’s harsh, pretending like he’s her friend and then capturing her. How long will she be held there before knowing Tina is alive?” Lynx, the softy. He was always considerate of women.
“We don’t know how long,” Raul replied. “Bruno, her father, will go ballistic when she goes missing. He’ll pull out all the stops to find her. She’ll need to stay put with Track until we can take out Bruno, then reunite her with Tina.”
“Shit, that girl is going to be messed up discovering her mom is alive and her dad has been murdered.” Lynx shook his head.
“There’s no other choice,” Raul growled at him. “My wife has spent the last fourteen fucking years separated from her daughter! Tina sacrificed everything so Brynne could have a normal life.”
Lynx raised his hands. “Hey, I’m sorry. Just thinking out loud.”
“This situation has been building for a long time,” Storm said, getting the attention off of Raul and Lynx. “It was never going to be easy or pretty. Uncle Matt knew it. So did I when I promised him that we’d get Brynne before he died. We’re doing it. She’s almost twenty-two, plenty old enough to know the truth about her abusive father.”
Heads nodded around the table.
“It’s time we go deal with the trash.” Storm cut his gaze at me. “You up for it, brother?”
“Yes.” I looked each one of my brothers in the eyes. “I’ll be claiming Eve tonight at the party. Does anyone have a problem with that? I know some of you are loyal to Matt. That’s fine, have your say, but I’m claiming my woman.”
They had every right to disapprove of Eve and me. Hell, they could each beat the crap out of me if they wanted, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. In some clubs, that kind of punishment was typical. But not in the Knight’s Legion MC. We were family, and family didn’t shit on each other. Although they could make an exception in this situation.
Storm crossed his arms over his chest, exuding authority. “Speak now or forever hold your peace. I support Sugar’s choice. They both could’ve died. Matt would say leave them be.”
No one said a word.
“All right, then. Let’s go take out the trash.” Prez hit the gavel on the table to end church.
I had never been in the dungeon before. Even as a council member, not everyone had the privilege of knowing the location of where the club brought the scum of the earth to die. Storm had been selective, so I took it as a great honor to be in the concrete basement with my prez and several MC brothers, including Maddox. The council had agreed Maddox could attend and participate. He was the club’s future president and would take Storm’s place when he retired.
Boxer rolled out a mechanic’s tool chest from the corner. “This is where we keep our toys.” He grinned wryly.
The crazy son of a bitch enjoyedslicing and dicing. Not me. I wasn’t violent like him or Ire. I preferred using a gun to end a life. Just get it over with quickly and be done. Not Boxer, though. He had a sick fascination with knives and fileting the bastards like fish.
I had other things in mind for Boone.
The offender was strapped to a chair as he’d done to Eve. His hands were secured to the arms with zip ties. We’d gone a step further, undressing him down to his underwear and handcuffing his ankles to the legs of the chair. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I approached him. “You failed in killing my woman and me motherfucker, but I won’t.”
He struggled, making all kinds of noise. I couldn’t tell what he was trying to say through the gag in his mouth, not that I cared. I assumed he was pleading for his life much like my woman had. I could still hear her sobbing and begging him to not kill her. My blood boiled at the thought.
I turned toward Boxer. “You sure lye will be painful?”
“When injected into his body with a syringe made for large animals, hell yes.”
Storm snorted, making a disgusted face. “Fuck, you all are demented.”
“But first, I get to have my way with him, right?” Maddox looked at me, then at Storm.
Storm nodded. “Have at it.”
Maddox removed his cut and his white T-shirt. “I am going to enjoy this.” He didn’t waste a second and punched Boone in the face. He unleashed holy hell on him, pummeling his chest and gut, then returning to his face. Maddox often worked out at Boxer’s gym and sparred in the cage with Boxer and Ire.
The rest of us stepped back and watched the show… the bloody show.
