Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

SABOTAGE

I didn't like leaving Ryann alone. Technically, she wasn't alone, but I only just got her back here. We had yet to finish working things out between us. She's been through hell, and I need her to talk to me about it. Sure, she talked to us and told us what happened, more or less, who took her this time and what happened.

However, there's more to know. I feel it in my gut.

Ryann is one hell of a woman and refuses to let anyone beat her down. She might have been scared out of her mind when we rescued her alongside the other girls when we went after Fawn, but she didn't let that bastard break her. My woman's got her demons, but we all do.

Fuck, I still struggle with the betrayal of Fawn's mother. I shake the thought off, there's no point in going there. The bitch is dead, and there's no coming back from that. Just as her sick and twisted sister is. The both of them will never be able to see Fawn again.

Walking next to Ryann's brother, the two of us make our way to the back of the club property, where we have a storage building set up for days like this. The front of the storage building is set up like usual with boxes full of shit like Christmas trees and Halloween decorations the club has, thanks to Sabrina and now the other ol' ladies. But that's just the front.

Behind all that shit, unlocking the door leading down below, that's where Viking had the prospects guide Risk's men with Roy.

"Nice digs," Warrant grumbles, following me down the stairs.

"Yeah, Hydra, Rock, Scorpion, and I designed the setup years ago after I first joined the club and got my patch," I tell him. I prospected with the club just after Hydra started it.

Rock had been right there with Hydra and Scorpion, starting the club together. They're all a few years older than me, but the first chance I could, I started prospecting. I didn't need anyone else but them, especially after the bullshit Cathay put me through.

"You ready for this?" Rock asks, watching me closely when I reach the last step.

"Yeah." I nod and look at Grimm standing in front of a man strapped to a chair. Arms strapped to either side of the arms of the chair. "This the fucker who took Ryann?"

"Yeah, his name's Roy Washington," Risk answers.

"He's the dumbass who never learned his lesson years ago when I beat the fuck out of him and warned him to stay the fuck away from my sister," Warrant adds.

"You all had best let me go before you all end up regretting it," Roy shouts, fighting against the restraints.

"Why would we let you go?" I ask, seemingly unbothered by him. What I wanted to do was beat the shit out of him, but I wasn't gonna do that just yet. From the looks of him, he's already taken one beating.

"Because I'm not someone you want to cross. Fuck with me, and you'll piss off a lot of powerful people." Roy's busted lip tips up at the side as he smirks.

"If that's so, then why didn't they stop Warrant and Risk's club from snatching you up?" I glance over to Grimm after I ask Roy this and give him a chin lift. He'd know exactly what I want.

Grimm twists to the table behind him, grabs a sledgehammer, and hands it over—my favorite tool for moments like this.

I twirl the sledgehammer in my hands, looking at it, then meet the bastard's eyes, seeing the apprehension filling them. "I see you're getting it. I don't give a fuck what power you think you have behind you," I tell him, bringing the hammer down on his hand, shattering the bones, relishing his screams. I take a step back and lift the sledgehammer to rest it on my shoulder. "Like I said, I don't give a fuck about what you think you have. What I do, however, care about is the fact you took my woman."

"She's not yours," Roy grits out. "She's mine. I shouldn't have let her go when I did," he screams the last words as I bring the hammer down on his other hand. "You bastard."

"I had a momma that was married to my pops," I remark. "I had folks, whereas you didn't." I'm not sure if this is true or not, and don't really give a fuck because no parent in their right mind would raise a kid to be insane like this bastard is. "Let me guess, Mommy was a whore who spread her legs for just about anyone and didn't know who the fuck your old man was."

Behind me Warrant and Risk both snort, which is answer enough for me.

"You know what, I don't wanna know," I say and bring the hammer down on Roy's thighs. "What I wanna know is why you thought you could take my woman and how the fuck you found her?"

"Fuck you," Roy spits. "I'm not telling you shit."

"You'd be wrong about that, you little pencil dick." I grunt and hit him again on the opposite thigh. "You'll tell me because either way, you're gonna die today, but what you tell me determines the pain you experience before you take your last breath."

I take a step back and toss the sledgehammer to Grimm before pulling my knife from its sheath. "Now, tell us what we want to know." Checking the sharpness of the blade, I move in once again, circling the fucker, to stand behind him. Gripping his hair in one hand, I bring the knife around and run the tip along his jawline. "You gonna talk, or do I keep playing?"

"Man named Bishop told me."

Bishop.

Of course.

Name of the man we hadn't yet faced but have heard plenty about. Don't know if he did it himself or had someone do it, but he was behind Peyton's sister's death. Good riddance, but he's also up to no good with a broker who has the women up for auction.

"Why'd he tell you?" I demand, digging the blade a little deeper.

"Because I owned her first. She was mine, and the contract stipulated that if she was ever free, she comes back to me. They were going to sell her again. I couldn't let that happen. She's mine, and I was gonna keep her this time."

"You keep saying she's yours, but she ain't." I sneer, dip down, and whisper at his ear. "She's mine, and that ain't gonna change, you pencil dick."

"Fuck you," Roy grits out somewhat panting.

"No, thanks, you ain't my type." I give his hair a tug and draw the blade across his cheek, digging in and slicing through it like butter. "You need to tell me about these powerful people."

"Like I said, they'll know you took me and be coming after you."

There's no missing the fact Roy's all but sobbing and that he's pissed his pants. I hope he doesn't end up shitting himself. I'm not in the mood to have to smell him like that.

"Tell us who they are," Viking orders, stepping forward. Guess he's done with the dipshit as much as I am.

"You'll know when they come for you," Roy says, "They'll be coming, and they won't stop until they have what they want. Bishop never loses. Never. It's why he's who he is and commands the men he does. You'll never win this. You'll lose them. All of them. Kill me now ‘cause I ain't about to share anything else."

We know this to be true a moment later when Roy shocks us all by biting his damn tongue off. Sick shit, but I guess he meant it when he said he was done talking and didn't intend to give anymore.

Bringing the blade across his throat, I slice through, feeling his blood coat my fingers along the way and release his hair.

"Dude bit his own tongue off," Warrant states in disbelief. "Didn't think he had it in him."

"Who the fuck is this Bishop character?" Risk demands.

"The man who's behind this," Viking answers.

"A real pain in the ass," Ice remarks, sneering.

"The man behind the brokers who do his dirty work," Maverick adds.

"We need to find the bastard, and we need to do it fast. This shit needs to stop." I snarl, more than ready to get out there and find this Bishop character.

"Maybe we should take my sister back to Florida."

I spin to face Warrant, glaring. "You so much as even attempt it, and we'll have problems."

"She ain't safe here," he argues.

"She won't be safe anywhere until the threat is taken care of. You try to take her, I'll fight to keep her with me. More than that, she won't let you take her away from here. To her, this is home."

"He's right," Maverick pipes in. "I've lived with her long enough to know she won't let anyone take her away from where she feels safe. Not without a fight."

"Well, fuckwad here took her," Warrant states, holding an arm out toward Roy's dead body.

"If he hadn't run her off the road, he wouldn't have gotten her." I remind him. "You don't know your sister anymore. With the hell she's been through, Warrant, she's learned to take care of herself. She managed to get away from him because we made sure she knew how." I made sure she'd taken some sort of self-defense class. She didn't have to get into it like Nevaeh did, but she needed to know how to take care of herself if trouble were to come at her. Though she doesn't know I was behind it, that's going to stay a secret.

"We need to get out of here, let the prospect clean this shit up," Viking mutters. "We'll discuss this more later. But for now, we need to get back into the clubhouse, and Pirate needs to get on his computers and work his magic."

"I'll do what I can, Prez." Pirate nods. "Been looking into the bastard, but he's a slippery thing, and it's hard enough to get anything on him. Sutherland and Sanchez can't even get a bead on him. Not completely."

"Do what you can. We gotta get him or the brokers before that auction," Ice states. "Not only are the girls' lives in jeopardy but that hard drive, we gotta get back."

"We definitely need that hard drive," Maverick confirms. "They took a hell of a chance stealing that damn thing. They're gonna try and take down Wolfe Oil Industries. And that's something I won't allow them to do."

"What's so important about this Wolfe Oil Industries?" Risk asks.

"It's my family's company, left to me, and each member of this club holds a share in it. So, technically it's now owned by the club, and it's also one of the largest oil companies out there," Maverick explains. "They get what's on that hard drive, unlock it, and then whoever buys it has the means to take the company down."

I step around the dead asshat and make my way toward the exit, not bothering to respond. I don't have anything to say right now. Not when I need to get my ass back inside. I've left Ryann long enough. The two of us still have things to discuss, and I want to be able to take her to the room where I can lay her out in the middle of the bed and continue what we started earlier.

"Sabotage," Viking calls out.

"Yeah?" I ask, stopping to look in his direction and holding his gaze.

"We'll let you know when we have something," he says, though I know I'm sure that's not what he was gonna say.

"Right," I grunt and make my way out of the storage building. One thing on my mind, getting to Ryann and making sure she's good.