Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

SABOTAGE

As we roll through the gates of one of our allies, several emotions rush through me. They've been coursing through my body from the moment Viking looked at me with the phone to his ear while speaking to Risk, saying that Ryann was my ol' lady.

I hadn't felt the relief of knowing where she was. That feeling won't happen until I've got eyes on her. But what I want to know is why the fuck she never said her brother was a member of the Inferno's Clutch MC. I would have honored her not wanting to let anyone know, granted I'd have done my best to get her to see reason. She should have told us about her family.

Hell, both Nevaeh and Ryann should have told us about them being from families within an MC. There's definitely something weird about this. I don't believe in coincidences, never have. All of this has to be connected. Only one of those girls we rescued wasn't associated in some way with an MC. However, Peyton's story was completely different. Her sister sold her straight up to the sick, twisted bastard stalking my daughter.

We'll have to figure out what the fuck is going on, first though, I'm seeing to Ryann.

"You gonna be able to keep your shit in check?" Viking asks on the other side of Maverick.

"Yeah, I'm good." I growl and climb off the back of my bike.

After the call, Viking reported what Risk told him. Maverick, Rock, Viking, and Grimm tagged along for the trip. Pirate went back to the clubhouse. He figured he'd get back to his computers and keep an eye on shit from there.

"They're gonna want to know why we didn't tell them anything," Rock remarks.

"We tell them the truth." There's no way around it. We don't want a war between us and them. Just as we had to do with Nevaeh's family, we'll do with Ryann's. "Just brace because Ryann didn't want anyone to know."

"She's gonna have to fill in those reasons," Grimm says, climbing off the back of his bike.

"Know that." Nodding, I start for the doors. "Also, know that if they get in my way, I have no problem fighting my way through."

"It won't come to that." Viking's voice is heavy with tension as he says this.

It best not. The words are strictly in my head, and I keep them there. I've got a lot of respect for Viking, not only as my son-in-law but as the Prez of this club. I hadn't wanted a position as an officer of the club. I was good being a member. This club was my family, but when Rampage took the Prez patch for our Indiana charter, I accepted the chaplain patch.

Together, my brothers and I walk up to the doors of the clubhouse, that are solid with concrete walls. I don't pay attention to inside, just the men standing in the middle of the room waiting for us.

"Where is she?" I demand, not beating around the bush.

"She's sleeping right now," Warrant growls and steps forward. "You wanna explain to me how my sister ended up being your ol' lady?"

"We'll explain once we see her," Viking remarks before I can get there.I'm not saying shit until I've got eyes on her. "Risk, you know us," Viking continues. "Know we don't fuck around."

A moment passes as we all stay ready to face off when Risk finally nods. "Warrant, let's let them at least see her."

"Only one of you." The way Warrant narrows his gaze on me, he knows it's gonna be me who goes to see her and doesn't like it.

Too fuckin' bad. Ryann's mine, and he's just going to have to get over it.

I follow him deeper into the clubhouse, down a hall and down another. Neither of us speaks. Nothing needs to be said between us. My focus is on getting to Ryann and seeing for myself she's okay.

Warrant stops just outside a room, opens the door, and steps in ahead of me, moving across what has to be their medical room. He walks around a hospital bed. His eyes locking on me as he takes his sister's hand.

I don't bother getting into it with him and drop my gaze to my woman. My beautiful Ryann. I move to her side, sit on the edge of the bed, and take her free hand in mine.

"Gorgeous," I whisper, bringing her hand up to my lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. She whimpers something in her sleep, eyes fluttering for all of a second.

"Sabotage," she calls, my name no more than a breath.

"Yeah, gorgeous. I'm right here, baby." I kiss her hand again and lower it back down. Getting to my feet, I glance over to Warrant. "You want to know why you didn't know she's my ol' lady? It's ‘cause when we rescued her and two others, she refused to tell the club who her family was. I knew she had a brother. I knew she had a mother. Her father died in a car accident. What we didn't know was who that said brother was or her mother. She refused to give a last name, and we've kept her hidden from the rest of the world so she can live her life."

"Rescued?" Warrant snarls, lip curling upward. He lets his sister's hand go, rounds the bed, and goes straight out the door. Out in the hallway, he stops, waiting for me to join him. I do so much slower and close the door behind me.

"Yeah, rescued," I confirm. "If you want to know what happened to your sister, then lose the fuckin' animosity toward me and my brothers. We haven't done anything other than protect her from the moment we found her." I step into his space and get nose to nose with him. "That being said, Ryann is my woman, and I don't give a fuck who you think you are when it comes to her, she's mine and will be going home with me."

"We'll see about that." Warrant sneers. "If she's yours, then how the hell did you allow her to get away from you?"

"Was on a run with a few brothers. Got back to find out there was an accident, her car ran off the road, in a ditch, and she was missing," I answer. I've got nothing to hide. "Now, are we gonna stand here and have a pissing match, or we gonna go join the others so my brothers and I can fill you all in at one time. I'm not one for repeating myself."

Warrant holds my graze briefly before nodding and letting out a heavy breath. "Let's get out there. I need to know what my sister's been through before I let my mom in on the news she's here."

"I might hold off on that and make sure Ryann is cool with it," I suggest. "Don't know why she didn't want you two to know she was alive, but Ryann is stubborn and gets pissed when things don't go to plan, or she loses control of what she thinks she's controlling."

"You seem to think you know my sister so well," Warrant spits, nostrils flaring.

I guess he doesn't like the fact that his little sister isn't so little, that she's all grown up.

"I know her. I know the hell we took her out of. I know she's determined not to let what she's been through keep her from living her life. Also, I know I'd do whatever it takes never to see her hurt. I'd give my life for her, and she knows it."

"Fuckin' hell." I hear Warrant mutter under his breath as he turns and stomps back in the direction we came from. We barely make it into the room when Warrant shouts, "Billybob, grab me a beer."

Billybob? Who the fuck would give the kid a name like that?

A moment later, both of us have beers and settle at a table with the rest of my brothers, Risk, Butcher, and Pike.

"She good?" Maverick asks.

"Sleeping, her face is bruised," I tell him and take a long drink from the beer, savoring the bitter taste.

"Now that Sabotage has seen Ry, someone start talking," Risk demands.

"I'm sure y'all know my ol' lady, Fawn, she's Sabotage's daughter," Viking starts.

"She's the same age as my sister," Warrant mutters, glaring.

"Don't start," I warn him.

"Fawn was kidnapped a little over two years ago, the fucker who did it, we took him out when we found her, but we also found he had three other women, all blonde. All sharing a similarity to my woman." Viking goes on to explain about the asshole who took her and what he intended to do to her. "Fawn was only there for a matter of hours. The other three, a whole lot longer."

"My woman was one of them, Nevaeh, both her and Ryann, they protected the third girl from what he did to them." Maverick grimaces. "They were raped." The room, already tense, becomes thicker. Enough so you could slice a knife through the very air and wouldn't get through it. "He was taking his time with them, preparing to get ready to use them as breeders. That's what the asshole did to women. He bred them, knocked 'em up, and if they had boys, he kept them. The girls, he sold off. When the women became unuseful to him, he killed 'em."

"We got them out of there, took care of them, offered to help them get back to their families. They all decided to stay. We put them in a home, gave them jobs, and took care to make sure they were safe," I finish.

"Peyton is now married to Ice, whereas Maverick just mentioned he and Nevaeh are together. Sabotage and Ryann a thing," Viking explains.

Not one of the members of the Inferno's Clutch MC spoke throughout all of this.

Pike is the first to speak up. "Before she passed out, Ryann said we needed to warn you and mentioned the name Vaeh."

"That'd be Nevaeh," Maverick confirms.

"Right then, do you know what warning she's talking about?" Warrant asks, looking solely at me.

"The other day, while we were handling club business, we found out that Nevaeh, Ryann, and War's sister were put on a site up for auction," I answer. "A broker is auctioning them off to the highest bidder as well as a hard drive stolen from Wolfe Oil Industries."

"We believe the broker took the opportunity to take Ryann," Viking announces.

Before any of us could speak further, Ryann's sweet voice fills my ears.

"It wasn't a broker who took me."