Page 10 of Saving Her

My head jerks over to Bull. I didn’t even think to ask T that. He told me about the motel, and I just came straight here. Fuck, I’m all over the place here. My brain is not in this. I’m too worried about my woman. I know that’s the way a man makes mistakes. It’s the way you get someone killed. I need to get control of myself.

“He said that him and our club will be here t-t-tomorrow m-m-morning.”

I nod. “Okay.

“Also,” he adds, taking a breath. “The Saint’s Outlaws will be here too.”

“Are you allies with them?” I ask, not realizing this at all. The Saints are pretty big. They have chapters all over the US. We’ve not done much business with them. There just hasn’t been a need.

“We haven’t b-been. They have a long r-r-running history against the F-Feral K-Kings MC, though. Their p-p-president is in jail. The VP is in ch-ch-charge—Hangman.”

“The president is Blade, right? Got sent up for killing his brother, Bear, who was the president of the club first?” Dom asks, shocking the hell out of me. Apparently, the boy did have more on his mind over the years than just Gabby.

“Yeah,” T answers.

“Word is the Feral Kings killed Bear and framed his brother. I remember that shit. I have a buddy in that crew. He’s their enforcer, Viper. They’re itching to take Eyeball down. Blade wants his head,” Dom responds.

“He’ll have to get in line,” I growl.

“Si,” Skull adds.

Our attention shifts when there’s a knock on the door that has been locked since we got here. It adjoins this room with the one beside it. T holds up his hand and goes to the door. He doesn’t open it, though. There are three knocks in succession, then a pause, before we hear three more. After another lull, there’s five more. T nods. Dom draws his gun just in case. Watching the two of them work together seamlessly fills me with pride and makes me ache all at the same time. When he opens the door, King steps through. He quickly closes the door and he and T embrace with a handshake and slap one another’s shoulders in a loose hug. There’s a closeness there that leaves me feeling unnerved. I can see the same emotions reflecting in Dom’s eyes.

King pulls back and scans through everyone. When he spots me, I can see the hate that radiates in his eyes. It’s a quick flash, and then he locks it down. He completely ignores Dom. Slowly, he brings his attention back to T.

“We’re going to have to try and get the girls out tonight. He’s planning on letting the club rape them, tape it, and send it to Dragon as a gift. Fucker thinks I’m going to be the ringleader,” King says, rubbing the back of his neck. It doesn’t escape my attention that I do that same damn thing when I’m upset. Hell, I’ve done it repeatedly since Nicole was taken.

“Why would he think you’d do that shit?” I growl before I can stop myself.

“Gee, I don’t know, old man. Maybe he thinks I would agree as a way of saying fuck you to Daddy Dearest,” King snarls back.

Jesus, fuck. I didn’t want to deal with this shit right now. I’m not sure I ever want to deal with it, although I know my woman is going to force my hand eventually. I don’t even know what to say to King right now. It’s not like I could be his father now. He’s a grown-ass man and we’re strangers. He hates me. Hell, I’m not so sure there’s a way I could ever like him. It also appears there’s no stopping our confrontation.

The gloves are off.

Chapter 8

King

I snap my mouth shut. I shouldn’t have responded and gave Dragon an answer. He doesn’t deserve shit from me. I know how he feels about me. I’ve always known. My mother made it clear over and over. Those kinds of lessons go deep. They scar you. You never forget them. Not that I blame my mother. She did the best she could do. It was just the two of us and after Dragon kicked her to the curb. She lost everything because she was pregnant with me. A lot of women would have gotten rid of the baby. Mom said she would rather die than give up her boy. She never regretted me, even though her life would have been better without me. Unlike this piece of shit in front of me. He thought nothing of ditching my mother and me. Guess he already had his life mapped out, and we didn’t fit into it.

I look around the small motel room. I’m not sure how we’re all fitting in here. We’re in a clean, but definitely not luxury, rent-by-the-hour-or-by-the-week cheap motel. It’s just outside of Cherokee in Maggie Valley. The Stoney Creek Motel is a local favorite and not a bad place if you need a cheap, but clean place to crash. Ford chose it because it’s within walking distance of where I’m staying—allowing me to get here undetected. It’s also about two and a half miles from Ghost Town in the Sky, which is an old, shutdown amusement park that the Feral Kings MC has taken over and claimed as their own. There’s a base building beside the main road that they’ve claimed for their main clubhouse. There’s also a chairlift that will take you to the top of a mountain where the rides for the amusement park used to be. Running up the mountain alongside the chairlift is an abandoned service road the club has been using to reach the top. There’s another road, but there are residential homes nearby, so they chained the gates there, and put electric on them.

“You want to throwdown then let’s do it right now, King. I’m fucking ready,” Dragon growls, bringing my attention back to him.

“Fine, we can. Just make sure your men don’t retaliate by having me thrown in the slammer for abusing the elderly,” I snarl with a vicious smile. Dragon comes after me, but his boys and one of his men pull him back. I stand still and just face him. My arms are crossed at my chest, as I wear a fuck you smile.

“Qu-Quit antagonizing him, King,” T grumbles. I rub the back of my neck, sighing out in frustration. Actually, liking T has complicated my grand plan of vengeance. I can’t do it now. Hurting his father would hurt him. I may not have grown up with T, but there’s a bond between us now that I won’t even try to deny. He’s there for me, even before my club. In fact, he’s the only one I’ve spoken to about the problems I’m having with Shelby. It’s not that I don’t trust the others. I love my club. Mostly, it’s because I just don’t want to talk about this shit.

“Call his ass down. I’m the one laying my neck on the line here. I’m doing it for you and your mom—not his fucking ass,” I mutter.

“How w-was she?” he asks quietly, and I don’t miss the way Dragon gives up fighting against them, his gaze looking directly at me. He’s a desperate man. I get it. You’d be a fool not to see how torn up he is. I guess he can care about a woman—just not my mother.

“How’s my hija?” a guy I don’t know also asks. He must be the blonde’s dad. She obviously must take after her mother.

“They’re scared. They don’t exactly trust me. I have to act one way in front of them. Eyeball and Demon have a camera in the room where they’re hostage. Squaller is the fuckhead who monitors it. I’m going to deal with all three of them and break the girls out. There’s a party going on tonight. I’m supposed to …” Shit, I can’t even make myself say the word. Disgust fills my gut as I struggle to find a way to say something that I know is going to hurt T.

“You’re supposed to rape them,” Dom says, looking at me.

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