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It could have been the mounting anxiety relating to LeiMae, or it could have been the anticipation of the violence coming our way that made the almost three weeks’ wait for The Red Demons’ retribution pass by in a blur.
We were sitting around the clubhouse doing a whole lot of nothing. It was a rare day where Deakin ordered us to recharge. Everything had been so tense and draining with preparations and the added stress of the women and children being gone. Worries about their safety were making everything worse for those that had children.
The phone in Deakin’s office rang, bringing conversations and pool games to a halt. It rarely rang these days, with the clubhouse being barely above a ghost town. Deakin disappeared into the office, and all of us strained to hear his side of the conversation. There was a darkness in his eyes when he came out of the office.
He looked at all of us for a second before speaking. “The prospects left for a supply run yesterday afternoon, and they haven’t returned. Their phones go straight to voicemail, and there’s been no contact.” He left the information hanging in the air. I think most of our thoughts immediately jumped to Butch. Could The Red Demons have co-opted two more prospects?
“How do you want to proceed?” Brik asked. “I know I’m not the only one wondering if Cyril bought them like he did Butch.”
Deakin nodded. “We have to assume our clubhouse is being monitored, which means none of us can go to the safehouse. If the prospects haven’t been compromised, then we’d end up leading these motherfuckers right to it.”
Brik made to speak, but he was cut short by the sound of approaching vehicles. An outsider looking in would have thought it was rehearsed when we all rose as one with guns in our hands. I moved to the window just to the left of the door, keeping myself low enough to avoid having my brains splattered out behind me and peeked out.
Four bikes were around The Demon’s van. Nobody made a move towards the clubhouse. They just had their guns aimed in our direction as the van turned around. The back doors of the van opened, and two bodies were thrown out. The Demons closed the van doors and took off away from the clubhouse.
* * *
LeiMae
Everyone was still on high alert. The Demons sped off over fifteen minutes ago, but the possibility of a trap kept us all rooted to the spot. I moved to the door, and Tracker made to stop me. Mustering the most menacing glare I could, I backed him off with a single look. I wiped the anger off of my face and fixed a look of fear on it instead before opening the door.
It wasn’t hard to maintain an aura of fear as I slowly walked towards the bodies. Cyril still wanted me, and if this was a trap, then I was fucked. My head was on a swivel the entire time I was outside of the safety of the clubhouse. I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary other than the bodies I was approaching. My mind wasn’t processing what I was seeing. It was obviously the missing prospects, but there was something wrong with the shape of their bodies.
My brain protected me from the horror in front of me for as long as it could. I knew Cyril was sick, evil, and capable of unspeakable acts, but I was not prepared for this level of fucked up. The prospects were face down on the ground and naked. It was their backs that I couldn’t look away from. I forced myself to look back at the clubhouse, and whatever the men saw on my face had them running out the door to get to my side.
I heard a lot of muttered what the fucks as the club saw what had come seriously close to breaking my mind. The Red Demons had separated the prospects’ ribs from their spines and pulled them out in a gory imitation of wings. Their spines were still wet and glistening, meaning this was recently done. The fucking Demons probably did it in the back of that van. Closer inspection showed the lungs were missing from the blood filled chest cavities. I’d only read about this thing in history books about the Vikings. It was an old form of torture, and I hoped the prospects went into shock early on. My stomach finally revolted, and I rushed away from the bodies to puke.
ChapterEleven
LeiMae
I woke up to find Tracker asleep in his chair. My mind was confused, because I hadn’t let him sleep in that chair for a while now. Even if I didn’t express my feelings in any way, Tracker’s place was next to me in the bed. The memory of finding the prospects that had suffered the blood eagle torture came back along with me giving in to my body’s insistence that I vomit. Everything after that was a blank spot.
Tracker stirred when I got out of the bed. His eyes opened, and he stared at me with an intensity that almost made me crawl back under the covers. He came to my side and placed a comforting hand on my elbow. “Let me help you,” he said. I didn’t say anything and just nodded. Tracker guided me to the bathroom and waited to escort me back to our room.
He laid me back in the bed and resumed his position in the chair. I felt like Beth getting a scolding stare from Rip as he regarded me. His hand rose in the air to shush me as I started to speak. “I know there are things in motion after your private talk with Deakin. I won’t ask about that, because Deakin would tell me if he wanted me to know. What I want to know is what the fuck were you thinking? That shit could have been a fucking set up for The Demons to get their hands on you or Deakin. You walked out that door like you didn’t give a flying fuck if they got you. I was frozen in a fear I didn’t know I could feel.”
That was probably as close to an I love you that I’d get from Tracker. Inwardly I smiled, while outwardly I just scowled at the man. “Shut the fuck up,” I said as I started removing my clothes. “Get over here and make me forget for a few minutes. Use that perfect cock of yours as it was intended to be used.” I spread my legs and started playing with my swollen clit. That was all the invitation Tracker needed. He was on the bed and on top of me before I had even realized he’d left the chair.
* * *
Tracker
LeiMae was asleep next to me on the bed. She looked so peaceful after I fucked her into oblivion. As much as I wanted to join her in blissful sleep, I knew there were pressing matters at hand. I carefully extricated myself from the bed, got dressed, and headed out of our room to discuss the current turn of events with Deakin and Brik. I figured they were in the office and headed in that direction.
Deakin stopped talking when I walked into the office. He looked at Brik and smirked. “Is that cunny juice in the air, or is it love?” They burst out in laughter, causing me to flip both twats off.
“Kiss my ass,” I said and sat in the chair next to Brik.
“I’m sure that’s already been done today,” Brik said, and chuckled. I ignored it, since I didn’t want to admit that LeiMae had introduced me to my love of rim jobs.
“Enough,” Deakin said, the slight smile belying his tone. “Let’s get down to business. Cyril has gone further than even I expected. We need to go further.”
“Who’s his second in command?” I asked.
Deakin looked at me. “Some fat fuck named Russel.” Deakin opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a folder. He slid it over to me, and I read all the information he had on Cyril’s second. The differences between Cyril and Deakin grew as the information in the file showed he protected himself before The Red Demons. Russel would be easy to get to. I gave the file to Brik. He smiled widely after he read it.
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