Page 59 of Hell Bent

“Talk at cha soon.”

Teller hung up the phone. Shoving it in his pocket, he let out a shrill whistle, grabbing everyone’s attention. Signalling it was time to ride, he headed for the door, followed by every man who remained at the clubhouse. That night, they were riding out to find their brother’s woman, and once they did, the ones responsible would know who the fuck they’d messed with.

Chapter Thirty-Five

The call came in from Teller that the van had been located near a warehouse. The exterior was covered in painted artwork, and the name on the building read ‘The Funhouse’. Vicious rolled through the abandoned warehouse district with Player and Joker. From what he’d been told, other brothers were on their way to help search the area.

Teller had laid out the plan. They were to ride in and park where he and some of the brothers would wait for them. Dropping into a lower gear, Vicious slowed down as they got deeper into the area. He saw Becks, one of the nomads associated with the chapter, high up on a roof with a sniper rifle.

The abandoned warehouses were used for everything from manufacturing drugs to underground fighting. Rumours spoken in the dark corners of bars said there were sex dens and human trafficking taking place out of the area. Grinder appeared up ahead on the corner. The brothersignalled for Vicious and the others to pull into an open warehouse.

Pulling in the clutch, the bike went silent, then Vicious, Player, and Joker parked the bikes and shut them off before heading farther in on foot, leaving Grinder to wait on the others to arrive. When they came around a dilapidated building, they spotted Teller speaking to Blackjack and Booker. When Teller spotted him moving quickly toward them, they stopped long enough to see the remaining chapter members descending on the area.

“What’s the deal, Teller?”

“We found The Funhouse. I need to know you can keep your head no matter what we find.”

“As long as keeping my head means killing every motherfucker who has hurt Sway.”

“Good enough.”

Teller moved along one side of the road with two of the brothers. Vicious and Player eased their way up the opposite side. Making their way past warehouse after warehouse that sat rusting in the area, Joker and Booker cleared each of them as they made their way closer to The Funhouse.

Vicious saw the glow of lights rising over warehouses farther up the street. If they were going to save Sway, he needed to get inside fast. He knew Teller was somewhere coming up behind him. Vicious was shocked the man came without being asked. It wasn’t like they were buddies, but what they were was brothers. And they had a code that bonded them together. Protect, respect, trust, honour, and loyalty—those were the words that bonded them as brothers.

Vicious counted on Teller to let the guys know the plan as The Funhouse came into view. Letting his emotions settle in his gut, Vicious wiped the sweat that beaded on his brow as he settled into his position. The place was exactly how Teller had described it. The exterior was graffiti-painted with a large neon sign announcing it was The Funhouse. The van was parked along with a dozen other vehicles to the side of the building. That told him they had at least a dozen, if not more, inside.

Signalling for Player and Joker to follow him in as he eased open the door, Vicious cleared the hallway before motioning for Player and Joker to split up. The door opened behind them, showing Teller and the others had caught up. Glancing upwards, Vicious saw the windows were blacked out. That would halt support from Becks and any of the other snipers on the rooftops. Croon and Squatch eased inside and locked casing collectors onto their weapons. He was finding out fast that the Provo brothers didn’t take any chances.

Using hand signals, he directed the others to spread out. Vicious moved into position to enter the large room at the end of a hall. The door to his left opened, and Vicious pressed against the wall as a guy stepped out, then he slammed the butt of his gun against the guy’s head. Vicious caught him as he fell. Laying him on the floor, Vicious saw Player signalling they had movement in the adjacent room, so he moved with Joker in that direction.

A pop behind him had Vicious turning around in time to see Croon had put one through the guy’s left eye. He and Squatch picked the dead guy up and tossed him back into the room he’d come from, then they disappeared downanother hallway. Vicious heardpop, pop, popand knew Croon and Squatch had secured that hall for them.

Peeking in through the open doorway, he saw three men sharing a woman. The girl looked dead as she lay on the mattress. He watched one of the men load a needle, and when they went to stick it in the young girl’s arm, Vicious shot the guy in the hand. The music playing through overhead speakers blocked out his screams.

In a quick move, Vicious entered into the room followed by Blackjack and Hemlock. They disabled all three men before Hemlock checked the girl and shook his head. “She’s dead. These sick fucks are so jacked-up, they don’t even know it.” Using a glove he pulled from his pocket, Hemlock picked up the syringes. “You go while I take care of these assholes.”

Vicious knew what was about to take place—Hemlock was about to deal out a lethal dose to all three men. “Make sure it looks like one of them shot the other one,” Vicious stated before slipping out the room.

He headed down the hall, and when he turned the corner, he faced a gun pointed at his head. Nodding toward the hallway behind him, Vicious asked, “You seen Franks?”

The guy dropped the gun to his side. “He’s headed to the main room.”

“Thanks.” Vicious waited for the guy to turn his back, then he struck like a viper. Stabbing him in the throat with his knife, he punctured his carotid artery. Leaving the guy bleeding out on the hallway floor, Vicious continued toward a room where sounds of a party could be heard.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Men cheered at the sound of a whip cracking. If she screamed, they cheered. If she remained silent, they laughed. This was yet another way for the thugs sitting in the room to humiliate her. The threat of being raped hung heavy in the room. Through her bruised and blackened eyes, she could see the way they wanted her. It was obvious as some of the attackers stroked their cocks while watching her be brutalized.

The whip cracked over and over, slapping at the floor. Each time it cracked, Sway flinched, and the men laughed louder. Beer and alcohol were thrown at her. Then the sound of wind whistling met her ears, and the men’s laughs and cheers silenced. When the leather tip of the whip connected with her back, she screamed. Struggling against the leather straps, she was determined to get free.

A hand slapped her across the face over and over until her head hung limply. When her head was yanked backwards, she bit down on her cheek, trying not to give them what they wanted. A man stepped in front of her, unzipping hispants. Jerking her head forward, she managed to slam her forehead into the guy’s nose, breaking it. Blood gushed from it, and that’s when she saw a knife in the guy’s hand.

The blade dug into the centre of her chest, and she cried out as the knife was dragged down to her sternum. The sound of a gun firing stopped everything. Her attacker’s eyes went wide, then he dropped sideways to the floor. Another shot rang out, and a man who had been behind her dropped against her and slid to the floor. Everything went still for half a second, then chaos erupted. Men were shouting as the sound of guns fired into the room. A bullet hit one of the straps, allowing one of her arms to drop down.

Using her freed hand, she forced the strap off it. The leather bit into her skin, ripping at her already-wounded hand. Sway didn’t care if it peeled the skin completely off as long as she got loose. Her hand came free, though not without being bloody. Dropping to the ground, she grabbed her discarded top and pressed it against the wound on her chest. Scrambling across the floor, she moved around bodies until she was so close to the door, she could taste her freedom.

Suddenly, one of her feet was grabbed, bringing her to the floor and dragging her backwards. Sway rolled over, kicking out with her other foot. She connected with the guy’s face and knocked him backwards. His hand still gripped her as Sway’s fingers grazed a gun that had been dropped and she snagged it. Pointing it at the man, she saw his eyes go wide as she pulled the trigger. The surprised look turned into a sneer as the gun clicked over and over. The gun was empty, but she pulled the trigger once more and a shot rang out, hitting the guy in the chest.

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