Page 40 of Out for Blood

“I know that, woman, I mean what does post to stories mean. I’m not exactly social media savvy.”

“Clearly,” she rolled her eyes. “It means she takes videos of what she’s doing and posts them to her stories for her followers to see what she’s up to. A lot of influencers do it.”

“I’m not even gonna ask you to explain that,” I said. “I need to know what to do now. Chains isn’t here. His bike is missing, which means he came here to get it after the hospital. Speaking of…how did you get home?”

“Bikes aren’t exactly hard to get going if you know the mechanics of them,” Hawk said with a shrug.

“Are you fucking serious?” Orla laughed. “Man, you really don’t change, do you, Hawkie.”

“Why mess with perfection?” he bit back.

“Enough,” I yelled. “What the fuck do we do now? Where would he take them?”

Orla gasped, looking down at her phone and closed it quickly before she tried to excuse herself from the room. I looked at Sheridan, who looked just as concerned as I did.

“Hawk…stay with Sher. I’ll see what’s up.”

Hawk nodded and sat down next to Sheridan to stop her from getting up. I chased Orla outside and caught up to her.

Her eyes were watering as she showed me the video of Shauna and Ryleigh tied up and being taunted by men on her instagram.

“What the fuck?”

“They knew once they turned sixteen, he told them he would sell them for money, to make him proud. I can’t believe he actually did it. We’ve lost them.”

I looked down at the names popping up on the screen. “What’s that?”

She looked at what I was pointing at. “Viewers who have seen it.”

Orla looked down and enlarged a button that showed a list of names. She sighed heavily.

“Chains knows where they are.”

“What?” I barked at her. “How?”

“That’s Chains’ social media profile name,” she replied. “Why wouldn’t he tell you guys?”

“He would tell someone,” I said. “Go and get Razor. Tell him to bring the guys out here.”

She nodded quickly and ran inside. I ran my hand through my hair, frustration mounting as I thought of all the things I would do to those men should one fucking hair on their heads be pulled from their scalps. Those girls were mine to protect. Neal Foley had fucked with the wrong fucking family. I would see this entire fucking town drenched in blood if anything happened to my girls.

Razor told me where Chains was - he’d tracked the warehouse the girls were being held in thanks to the Instagram story. I jumped on my bike and led the boys to go and get them. Tearing down the roads of Kilkenny, everyone turned their heads as they saw the outlaw MC causing chaos in their town.

Again.

I didn’t give a fuck.

This town was going to see a hell of a lot more blood spilled when I had the girls tucked away safely. No more corrupt cops, no more criminal empires rising to take our business. It was time to bring back the malice.

The fear.

The violence.

As we approached the old warehouse that had been condemned, we got off our bikes as quickly as possible, grabbing our assortment of weapons for the fight of a lifetime, and we headed inside. We located Chains quickly as he stepped out from the shadows. He looked down at his feet, knowing he had fucked up. His injuries were still very present, but somehow he was on his feet and ready to fight.

“I don’t have the time for this shit,” I said to him. “We talk about this when both of them are safe at the clubhouse.”

He nodded, looking back up at me before I saw the anger lash over his face. Good. I needed angry Chains right now.

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