Page 33 of Torch's Torment

I dream about a sexy as sin biker coming to my rescue and never leaving my side again. I dream of little bikers running around our house and I dream of being happy. No one knows what reality will bring, but at least I have this. I had this time with Torch to cherish until my last breath.

Chapter 16

Torch

Beautiful Mistake

We took off on the first flight out of LAX to Dublin, Ireland. Capone called Kayne from Savage Saints, Michigan before we left and Poison had arranged her uncle to pick us up at a tiny little airport and take us to where Alan O’Brian is holding Daisy. It’s deep underground on the corner of Baggot Rd. and Ratra Rd.

Our plane hits the tarmac and I unbuckle my seatbelt, ready to get out of this little tin can. Capone, Blayze, Derange, Red and Trigger do the same. We left Bear, Tiny, Dagger and the prospects behind to watch over the clubhouse and the girls. If something happened to them while we were here, I’d never be able to forgive myself. If Razor strikes from the right while I’m looking left, I’d never be able to live with myself.

Poison’s Uncle Cahal meets us on the runway with three black SUVs. We load up; Capone, Blayze and me in one car; Derange, Tiny and Trigger in another and Cahal’s men in the third. His men drive off and we head for the destination. During the ride, no one says a word. We check our weapons and make sure they’re locked and loaded. I’m tying a bandanna around my bald head when Cahal’s voice comes across the car speakers.

“We’re going to park a few blocks away and go in on foot. If O’Brian spots our cars or us, Daisy is dead. We need the element of surprise on our side. Stay quiet and follow my lead. Do not go off alone.”

“Locked and loaded. Ready to light this bitch up.” I respond, sliding the chamber back on my .45 caliber and putting it inside my cut.

The sun has set and darkness cloaks around us, giving us the cover we need. “There will be guards outside. Take them out silently. Then kill anyone who gets in our way.” Cahal orders. “Five minutes out.”

The speakers go dead and I’m focusing on getting my girl back and revenge on the little pencil dick who took her. The driver pulls into a small garage and turns the car off. We climb out of the SUVs and quickly close the doors. “We’ve got two blocks to go and then it’s game time. Let’s bring the sons of bitches down.” The fury in Cahal’s voice is unmistakable. “These fuckers want to do this in my city and they will pay. I don’t care if it’s the Deputy Prime Minister. The corrupt motherfucker is dying tonight.”

“I’m right there with you, Cahal. Lead the way.” Capone agrees.

We’re all on edge but sneak up the streets quietly. No one is making a sound or breathing too harshly. Even the rats that litter the streets move out of our way. Music is pumping from a pub nearby, drowning out the quietness of the city. That’ll give us good cover to do what needs to be done.

Cahal holds up a fist and we stop moving. He signals to one of his men and disappears around a corner. I’m itching to follow but Capone stops me. We wait a few minutes until Cahal and his man comes back. “Let’s go. It's clear.”

We follow closely until we get near the underground bunker Daisy is being held in on the corner. It looks like a normal street corner with monuments of past leaders until you get close enough. Then you can see a faint outline of a door built into the concrete memorial. Cahal motions for us to get on one side and his men and him post up on the other. Capone raises a fist and then holds up five fingers. Cahal does the same for his men.

Let the countdown begin.

Once Capone and Cahal reach zero, Derange blows the door open and we all follow inside with our guns drawn. A few of O’Brian’s men scatter but we shoot several dead on the spot. I see one that looks faintly familiar with blonde hair, and I follow him. Hoping he leads me to Daisy. The man does a quick peek over his shoulder and spots me stalking him. He full on sprints through the maze of concrete walls but I keep up. He skids to a stop against a wall with nowhere to run.

“Dead end, bitch.” I aim my .45 at his head and he begins to beg for his life.

“No. Wait. Please, don’t shoot me. I know where Stormy is.” His thick Irish accent blubbers.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Name’s Knight. Please, I’ll take you to her.”

“Are you fucking playing games right now? You know this sick piece of shit kidnapped my Ol’ Lady and is doing God knows what to her right now.”

Knight drops to his knees, begging me. “I know! Which is why I want to help you.”

“Then why'd the fuck did you run off?”

“To get you away from the others. I knew if you we’re with them, you wouldn’t listen to me. Please, Torch. For God’s Sakes listen to me to help free my sister!”

My jaw drops in shock. “What? Your sister? What the fuck are you talking about?” I roar. I press my gun against the side of his head and peer into his eyes.

“Yes, my sister. Alan doesn’t think I know what he did to her, but I do. The night Stormy was born, there were two of us.”

“Why are there no records of two births?” I keep my gun pressed against his temple.

Knight’s blue eyes, that look like Daisy’s, looks up at me, begging me to believe him. “Because Alan made it look like I died when in reality, he hid me from the world and sold Stormy off. Our mother named us Stormy Knight because it was the darkest day of her life. Having to give up one child and thinking another died.” For some strange reason I believe Knight. From the determined look in his eyes to the similar features him and Daisy have. The slight curve of their nose, to the blonde hair and blue eyes.

I release my hold on Knight’s head and lower my gun. “Take me to her, now.” Knight rises from the floor and I pin him to the wall with one arm crushing his windpipe. “If you’re lying to me and it’s a setup, I will fucking kill you. Feel me?”

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