Chapter Thirty-Six

Luc

I couldn't think about anything but getting to Ivy. I knew I'd broken protocol. There was a particular way Disturbed functioned.

It was what made us different from all the others.

Like a well-oiled machine, the club still adhered to all military protocols regarding any encroachments or attacks. It was my job to structure everything. Perfectly calculate and plan for every contingency to the best of my abilities. I took nothing to chance and ensured the best outcome for all involved. But all that training flew out the window the second Elvis told me that sick motherfucker had my woman. I thought it strange that over the many years of specialized military training, that I could easily forget everything for one woman.

But Ivy wasn't just any woman.

She was my woman.

"Go!" I shouted, running towards the warehouse. "Kill them all!"

Bravo Team didn't need to be told twice as they stealthily started taking them down one by one, and men scattered like rats, seeking cover. The element of surprise was over. All that remained was a war zone and only the strong would survive.

"Is he dead, Elvis?" I yelled, my feet pounding hard on the ground as I made my way toward the warehouse, ducking behind a large metal container. I didn't want that motherfucker's hands on her any longer than necessary. My thoughts kept flashing images of her mangled body lying there on the ground, broken.

No. She was stronger than that. Nothing would break her.

Not him.

Not me.

Nothing.

"Elvis!"

"Don't have a shot."

"Elvis," I growled. "Kill that motherfucker, now!"

"Copy that. One dead man coming up," my brother said before cutting the comms. Total chaos rained down around me when men started shooting at anything that moved. I didn't give a fuck if they were innocent or not. If they were here, they were dead men walking.

Plain and simple.

The time for decency was over.

My give a fuck was a zero.

Looking around the container, I fired off several shots before reloading my clip.

"Can anyone get inside the warehouse?"

"I'm pinned down," Alias commented, taking a shot.

"Same here," Slash added.

"Mouth? What about you?" I asked.

"Can't talk right now." The man grunted before I heard him fire his gun. "Call back later."

"Jesus fuck," I groaned as Montana ran over to me.

"There are too many of them. They just keep coming!" the man said, firing at random at anything that moved.

He was right. There were too many of them.

Something wasn't right here.

Where the fuck did all these men come from?

And that's when the realization hit me.

"It's a trap," I whispered.

"What?" Montana said, firing off several more rounds.

Grabbing the man by his leather cut, I sneered, "It's a fucking trap and we walked right into it."

"Then find us a fucking way out!" Montana yelled as the sounds of thundering pipes roared toward us at high speed, like the horsemen of the Apocalypse. In the lead, arms spread wide, a gun in each hand, was the Devil himself, as he rode past, firing wildly before he jumped from his bike, rolling on the ground to come up crouching. Dropping his guns, he reached for his blades, slashing and cutting his way through the souls that dared come near him. His brothers, all walking at a leisurely pace, fired, not caring about the war zone they'd just rode into.

"Jesus Christ," Montana whispered, like me, unable to tear our eyes away from the destruction we were seeing. I'd been in many fights, fought many adversaries, but never in all my years had I ever witnessed anything like what I was seeing. "They are fucking crazy."

Agreeing wholeheartedly, I slapped the pale man beside me before shoving another clip into my Glock and simply said, "And to think you pissed him off. Good luck with that."

"I fucking hate this state."

Running for the warehouse, the comm in my ear crackled twice and the power went out.

Thinking nothing of it, I continued firing when my comms unit crackled twice more.

Seconds later, the warehouse to the right of us blew, sending debris sky high. Then, a second detonation, and a small shed blew, obliterated, into nothing.

Stilling, I stopped firing, looking around the area at all the men fighting their way closer to the warehouse when my comms unit crackled twice more again.

Without thinking, I shouted, "Everyone, get the fuck down!"

The second the words left my lips, green laser lights lit up the area as men fell to the ground like dominos. The second the last gunshot fired, I stood and watched when six men walked leisurely toward me through the smoke and debris like they were out for a Sunday stroll. The man in the middle stopped before me, extending his hand.

"That's two you owe me, Lucifer."

Happily taking his hand, he helped me to my feet, and I groaned. "It's still one, and this shit doesn't count. What the fuck are you doing here, Law?"

"Seems we both are looking for the same fucknut," the owner of the Harbor Security Firm in New York City said, looking around the area as his men breached the warehouse.

Law's Delta Team entered through the side door, then split up, easily eliminating the remaining men. Equipped with the AR15s and silencers, the job was much easier and quieter, not wanting to raise any more alarms.

Following, I scoured the warehouse.

I couldn't find her anywhere. Not seeing her made me nervous. An emotion that was detrimental and could get me killed easily. Watching while my brothers and the Soulless Sinners took out and killed everything that moved did little to ease the worry and tension in my soul. She was somewhere in here, and until I found her, that meant she was still with him .

"IVY!" I shouted, moving quickly.

With Law and Montana behind me, I raced the stairs to the right of me. Montana and a few of his men cleared the second floor. Heading up high to the third floor, I noticed two men slumped over, protecting the door ahead. They had guns in their hands but weren't moving. Law didn't hesitate to fire off two head shots, ensuring they were dead.

Kicking the door open, Law and I entered the room to find Detective Robin Calloway curled into a ball on the floor, naked, beaten, and bloody. Her body, ravaged by so many bruises, she barely looked recognizable.

"Fuck," Law cursed, rushing over to her. Crouching low, he reached out and barely touched her when she screamed bloody murder, fighting as if her life depended on it.

"Robin, it's me. Matthew. Matthew Law. You're safe, honey."

Shaking her head, she scooted back against the wall, trying unsuccessfully to disappear into nothing.

Cursing, I leaned my head out of the door and yelled, "I need a Soulless Sinner up here fast!" Turning back to Law, I added, "I have to find Ivy."

"Go. I've got her," he said. Payne and Fury rushed into the room, halting in their tracks as they took in the room.

"Holy shit," Fury cursed.

Backing away, I continued down the hall, kicking doors open, one by one, looking for my woman. I knew she was in this building, behind one of these doors.

Hearing a male voice, I didn't think when I kicked the door open and took my shot, hitting the motherfucker in the right side of his chest area.

I walked over to the man who was still alive but breathing raggedly. He was coughing up blood, and I knew under these circumstances he had little time left. I crouched down beside the man and took a good look at the son of a bitch and asked, "Where the fuck is Ivy?"

The man laughed, coughing up blood. His sneer and wild eyes told me I would not be getting any information from him anytime soon.

"He dead?"

Whipping my head around, my eyes landed on a naked little boy, no older than four, maybe five. The little boy was beaten black and blue, his eyes void of life as he stared at the man on the floor next to me.

"He will be soon," I muttered, taking off my cut before ripping my shirt off my back. Walking over to the kid, I handed him my shirt. He cautiously took it, his hands shaking.

"You here to hurt me too?"

"No, buddy. I'm here to make sure no one hurts you ever again."

Taking my shirt from him, I quickly pulled it over his little body. Without asking, I picked up the small boy, carrying him out of the room. I left the man on the floor to drown in his own fluids.

Trash walked toward me, frowning when I handed him the kid.

"Get him the fuck out of here."

Trash nodded, quickly moving fast while I turned to the next door.

Standing before the last door, I listened, not hearing anything. I touched the handle and it turned slightly.

It was locked.

Not thinking, I kicked the door open, then rolled into the room with my gun raised, checking behind the door first. There wasn't anyone in the room, but I had a feeling I was missing something. I looked around the small room. My eyes landed on a man lying on the floor, a bullet hole in his head while he laid next to a gynecological table.

Solomon and Malice rushed into the room.

"Where the fuck is my sister?"

"Dad?" my son whispered.

Shaking my head, I held up a finger to silence them when I heard a noise coming from a door across the room. Raising my Glock, I carefully walked over and opened the door.

Devlin Scott had the barrel of a gun pointed straight at Ivy's head.

Looking at me was a set of sterling silver, wide-open, scared eyes. Her black hair looked a mess as it covered most of her chest area. She had her hands tied behind her and a gag in her mouth. She was filthy, bloody from several cuts and bruises.

"Let her go," I sneered, my gun pointed right at him.

Only I didn't have a shot.

The fucking coward was hiding behind his own fucking daughter.

The sick son of a bitch laughed. "Well, this is a glorious day. Hello, Son. So glad you could join me. Would you like a turn? She's perfectly trained, like you."

Malice growled, his finger tight on the trigger.

"Not gonna tell you again," I seethed, my eyes glued to Ivy's as she silently pleaded with me to kill him. With no shot, the only way was to shoot her and that was something I fucking refused to do.

The comm in my ear crackled.

"Sorry, Prez." I clearly heard Elvis say. "There is no other way."

Dropping my gun, I reached out and screamed, ‘NO!' when a bullet whizzed through the air. Devlin Scott's body flinched, seconds before blood erupted out of Ivy's chest, her eyes closing as she and her father slowly fell to the ground.