Chapter Thirty-Four

Luc

Pounding on the bedroom door woke me, and I moaned, sitting up. Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I noted the time and groaned. Reaching for Ivy, my hand connected with the cool sheets. Not hearing the shower running, I knew she wasn't in the room. I had a feeling she would wake before me. That damn sedative Logic gave her knocked her out cold, and while I was thankful she'd finally got a decent night's sleep, I wasn't too happy about the mood she would be in when she woke. She hated being sedated and showed her displeasure the next day.

The pounding increased.

Throwing on a pair of jeans, I walked over to the door and flung it open. It was too goddamned early for shit and I wasn't in the fucking mood.

"What!"

Standing a few feet from me was Pinball.

"Got a big problem. You're needed downstairs."

Frowning, I stared at the empty chair next to my door. "Where the fuck is Agony or Trash?"

"Uh, they are helping with the problem. Just get dressed, Luc, and hurry," Pinball swiftly said. I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs.

"Ivy?"

"No. Malice."

"Then get the fucking Soulless Sinners to take care of it. I'm going back to bed."

"Malice found the priest dead a block from the clubhouse. His neck was slit, Luc. Ivy's knife was beside the priest, covered in blood."

Cursing, I grabbed my boots and a T-shirt and ran from my room.

Running into the main room, I arrived just in time to see Agony, Payne, and Trash tackle Malice to the ground while several other brothers from both clubs jumped on the uncontrollable lunatic.

Torment walked over with a syringe in his hand.

"Stick that in me and I will shove my knife so far up your dick, it will tickle your throat!"

Torment halted, looking at Montana, who stood close by, sneering at the fucker. "Then get a fucking grip, Malice."

"She killed him!" he roared.

Mouth shouted, "You don't know that."

"It was her knife!" Malice struggled to get free.

"Doesn't mean she killed him," Slash added angrily. "I know my sister. She wouldn't hurt Father Dominic. She loved him."

"She's a fucking psychopathic killer. She doesn't know how to love!"

"That's the pot calling the kettle black, Malice." Fury sighed.

"FUCK YOU, FURY!"

"ENOUGH!" Montana and I roared at the same time.

Stepping further into the room, I fumed. "Where the fuck is Ivy?"

"Got men out looking for her," Mouth said, walking over to me. "It's bad, Luc. Her knife was next to the priest. Throat slit from right to left. Deep too. Whoever did it hit the bone. Damn near decapitated the priest. Wasn't Ivy. She doesn't have that kind of strength."

"Mouth is right, Luc. Ivy is right-handed. Whoever killed the priest was a leftie," Logic said, walking into the room, drying his hands with a clean rag.

"Trash, Agony. Get off the fucker," I ordered, then looked at Slash. "Where the fuck could she have gone off to?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Slash shook his head. "I don't fucking know. The homeless camp, maybe? But she knows that will be the first place we look for her. With her father in the area, your guess is as good as mine, Luc. She could be anywhere."

"LUC!" Saint shouted, running at full speed from his office, shoving a full clip into one of his guns. "Indigo's in trouble. He needs help!"

Disturbed brothers scattered fast, racing to their bikes.

Rushing to the exit, I yelled after him, "Where the fuck is he?"

"South of town. The warehouse district."

"What about my sister?" Malice roared.

"Ivy can take care of herself. Indigo was tracking Devlin Scott!" I stated, jumping on my bike. Revving the engine, I peeled out of the parking lot, the brothers of Disturbed right behind me.

The area we rode into was a hotbed for all the evil in the world. Criminals of all walks of life used this area to move their product, make deals, kill unrepentantly as they strived for power and dominance in a world that would surely kill them.

I knew what I was talking about because I was one of those men.

Police and government officers had tried for years to squash the growing numbers of criminal organizations but were failing miserably. I read once that the local governments were considering bringing in the military to patrol the area in the hopes that their presence would cut back on crime.

However, nothing came from that.

I knew nothing would.

In the end, the criminal underground sorely outnumbered the good guys. So, it was up to men like me and my brothers to do what we could. While we preferred to keep our noses out of other people's shit, all bets were off when it came to me and mine.

If the criminal elements of California wanted a fucking war, they were about to get one they had no hopes of winning.

Parking my bike a few blocks from the entrance to the nearest warehouse, Saint was off and running, doing a quick recon of the area. I knew stealth was going to be our best bet. I had no idea what Indigo had gotten himself into, but if he sent the call for help, I knew it was bad. That motherfucker was a one-man killing machine and could easily handle himself without fanfare.

My only concern was what he was going up against.

Indigo's prime objective was to find, watch, and eliminate Devlin Scott, only if presented with the opportunity. The man Indigo hunted was only a fucking businessman, and that worried me. None of us really knew what Devlin Scott was into or capable of.

Standing near the entrance to the warehouse district, Saint ran over. "Counted at least fifty men, maybe more. They have the place surrounded. Each carrying AKs. It's a veritable Fort Knox, Luc. Plus, we have another problem."

"Tell me."

"Found Solomon's bike and Hannibal's car. Indigo wasn't alone."

"Fuck," I cursed when more bikes approached.

Turning, I said nothing as the Soulless Sinners parked, then disembarked their bikes.

"Wasn't gonna let you have all the fun, besides, this one wants a word with his sister," Montana stated, thumbing his finger at Malice, who looked ready to be let off his leash.

"You know that problem you were trying to fix before it got out of hand?"

Montana narrowed his eyes and growled, "Yeah."

"Hope you fixed it," I firmly said, reaching for my phone and sending a text.

"Jesus fuck," Montana groaned. "Why?"

"Saint spotted Solomon's bike."

"FUCK!" Montana roared, raking his hands through his hair.

Standing my ground, my phone vibrated.

Looking at the screen, I read.

Reaper: On our way.

Pocketing my phone, I simply said, "I figure you've got about twenty minutes to think of a way to make it right before he shows up. My advice, make it good."

"I fucking hate California," Montana muttered, walking away.

"Malice, tell me everything you know about Devlin Scott."

"Already did," the man stated angrily.

"We're you ever able to find anything on his business associates, business dealings, anything to explain how he could gather so much support in such a short time?"

Malice frowned, shaking his head.

"He owns a BDSM club. That's all I know."

I fucking hated being several men down. That meant I was about to fight a fucking war at a disadvantage.

Mouth walked around, handing out comm units to everyone. Handing one to me, he clearly said, "Bravo Team is ready. Where do you want us?"

Sticking the comm in my ear, I replied, "Need more information, Mouth. If you can get me that so we're not walking in blind, I'd really appreciate it."

Mouth nodded, then whistled loudly, and Bravo Team scattered.

"We don't have enough men, Luc," Saint stated the obvious, standing next to me.

"Golden Skulls are riding."

Saint shook his head. "They will give us the numbers, but until we know how many are inside the warehouse and the firepower they have, we're still at a disadvantage here. We need more intel. We need someone on the inside."

"We have men on the inside."

The comms crackled.

I looked up as Pinball spoke, "Count was off. I got eighteen targets on the outside and twelve on the inside. Heavily armed. AKs, Glocks, M4s, a few grenades. You know, the kitchen sink."

"Are you inside?"

Pinball chuckled. "It's like you don't even know me."

Rolling my eyes, I asked, "Do you have eyes on Indigo and Hannibal?"

"Yep. Idiots are right in the middle of the warehouse getting the shit beat out of them. Hannibal looks bored, and Indigo is laughing at them."

"Jesus Christ." Saint smirked, shaking his head.

Even I had to admit that it was kind of funny. If these sick fuckers were trying to break my brothers, they would need bigger sticks. The military trained us all very well.

It would take something massive to break any of us.

"Bravo Team to Alpha Team leader. Come in, Luc."

"Go ahead, Mouth."

"Got eyes on Solomon. He's moving fast."

"Follow him," I ordered.

This was quickly becoming a logistical nightmare.

Too many fucking players.

Not enough men.

"Luc," Elvis whispered and the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. Elvis never spoke in the field. Ever. For him to speak up meant I wasn't going to like what came next. Yet something inside me knew what my brother was going to say before I even heard the words slip from his mouth. "Got eyes on Devlin Scott."

"Kill him!"

"He's got Ivy with him, Prez."

Malice was off running before I could even blink.

"Take the building!" I ordered.

Fuck waiting.