Page 71 of Out for Blood

The fucker.

The sound of wheels screeching had us running out to shouting and panic. I ran down the side of the clubhouse to get to the front of the compound where I saw Neal in a car, behind the wheel as a guy tried to drag Shauna into the back seat. She was clawing at his face and scratching his eyes as she screamed.

Chains ran ahead, a large chain in his hands, as he whipped the chain around the guy’s throat and yanked. Immediately Shauna was let go just as the guy was pulled from the car by the chain, neck first.

Chains continued to pull, squeezing the life from the guy’s body, before he slumped to the ground. Upon seeing that, Neal took off, his tires burning rubber against the gravel of the drive. I watched as Chains grabbed Shauna and held her close, safely bringing her back to where we were. I’d seen him brutally attack before, but I’d never seen him do it without an order from me. I saw the way he had looked at Shauna, the way he had killed the guy without hesitation just for touching her.

If she wasn’t sixteen, I would be more than happy to give consent for them, knowing what he was willing to do in order to protect her, but I couldn’t do that. She was my daughter now. I had to make the tough decisions that would keep her alive, and safe.

Chains delivered Shauna to Sheridan who hugged her tightly as the boys descended on me.

“We need to figure out a way to fucking end this fucker,” Hawk swore. “This can’t go on.”

“He’s on bail so if we kill him, it’ll blow back on the club.”

“We need twenty four fucking seven surveillance on those girls until he goes to trial,” Bear declared.

“I’m all in,” Chains said.

The rest of the members all agreed.

“Go to your family,” Hawk urged. “We got this, prez.”

I nodded, moving over to the three of them who were still hugging, Sheridan’s tears rolling down her cheeks. I hated that I couldn’t fix this for her. My murderous rage was rising with each passing tear down her cheek.

“Let’s go home,” I told them.

“We’re safer here,” Sheridan admitted. “The girls can stay in our room, and we’ll stay up.”

I nodded, realising she was probably right. As much as I wanted to be home with all of them, the clubhouse was more protected and everyone was here. Neal wouldn’t be able to get through, especially now that I could hear Hawk calling a lockdown. Every member would be arriving soon and we’d hole up until the threat was over.

Would it ever be over? So long as Neal Foley lived, we were always going to be looking over our shoulder.

He needed to die.

I called Brogan once the girls were settled inside and laying down. He couldn’t keep the fucker out of jail given what he just tried, and we had CCTV footage.

“He fucking what?” Brogan yelled down the line. “That fucking judge is going to fucking hear it, Cooper. Okay, bring them down and make a statement. I’ll send a warrant out for his arrest again. He won’t be getting off this time.”

I hung up and made a beeline for Sheridan. “Shauna needs to make a statement at the police station. Hawk, me and you will take her down. Ryleigh can stay here with the boys.”

Shauna nodded in agreement, her eyes red and puffy from her tears. Hawk grabbed the truck and pulled it around for them to get in and we rode down to the police department together. We kept our eyes open for any sneak attacks from the bastard, but it didn’t look like he was going to be watching us that closely. His plan failed. He would try and flee.

If he knew what was good for him.

Hawk led Shauna inside with Sheridan while I stood with Brogan and relayed what had happened. He was furious, and for the first time, I respected the man who was trying to keep the streets clean of the filth that Neal let in.

“He won’t get out once we track him down,” Brogan said. “He’ll sit in a cell until his trial date. The only problem is, he has friends in high fucking places. He could get off with a simple five year sentence.”

“Let’s fucking hope that doesn’t happen,” I said. “He comes near my family, he’s toast.”

Brogan nodded. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear that. Go inside, Cooper, be with your family. This won’t take long.”

Chapter Twelve

ACE

My phone alerted me to a message as I finished my whiskey and I turned to see Sheridan dancing with her girls at the pool tables. It had been a tough couple of days since Neal attacked but there’d been no retaliation, and I had heard yesterday that Brogan had finally put him behind bars again. Lockdown had ended earlier today so we were heavily celebrating, just like we’d needed to a few days earlier.

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