Page 57 of Patching Over

When I see the two prospects looking like they’ve been half beaten to death, I can’t hold the roar back any longer. “Someone start talking now and tell me what the fuck happened while we were gone!”

Grim looks at Voodoo who returns the look. Finally, Voodoo says, “We were headed here because I had a vision concerning your ol’ lady and your father. While enroute, my grandmother called to tell me we were needed here because she had one as well. When we arrived, we found your two prospects down for the count, as well as your dad.”

“Where’s Rayleigh?” My voice is quiet yet menacing.

Not that my father and the prospects aren’t important, but she’s number one and I didn’t hear her name cross his lips when he was informing us of what happened while we were gone.

I’ll burn the fucking clubhouse to the ground to find her and that’s just for starters.

“We don’t know, brother, she wasn’t here when we came in and found all of this havoc,” Venom admits. “Since we could do something to help your prospects and your dad, that’s what we focused on. Your old man is in one of the rooms resting now.”

Grim picks up the story. “We were told by Lucifer to come, that there were four souls who needed reaping. When we showed up and walked in, your prospects were awake but unfortunately, they don’t remember a whole lot. Seems while RiffRaff had them patrolling, they were attacked from behind and knocked out, brother.”

“RiffRaff had them patrolling,” I murmur. “Of course, he did because he was in protection mode over Rayleigh, I bet. Gonnaneed to nip that in the bud, I think. Okay, has my father said anything yet?”

“When he regained consciousness, he was surprisingly alert and coherent,” Grim conveys. “He said four guys came in and wanted Rayleigh. He pulled his gun but when he shot at them and there were no bullets, when they realized he was no threat to them, they beat him to a pulp then took her. He gave some good descriptions of the fuckers, though, and our Reapers were able to catch and have memorized their scents so now that you guys are back, we want to go hunting and see if we can track them down.”

Angel finally manages to get my attention. “Uh, Brick? I healed RiffRaff, brother.”

“Thanks, brother, but he’s a tough old bird, he’d have been fine.”

“No, brother, you don’t understand. Ihealedhim. Maybe not to one hundred percent, but a lot of what he’s been dealing with, health wise, won’t be an issue anymore.”

“He has his memories?” I whisper the question, stunned. “Brother, he’s been more lucid since I moved him here with his nurse, but even still, he’s not always with it if that makes sense.”

“Thinking you’re gonna find that’s changed, brother,” Venom advises, grinning.

“I don’t even know what to say right now. I’m grateful, of course, but with my ol’ lady now missing, it’s not as important. Grim, you said you and your Reapers should be able to scent these motherfuckers and trace them?”

Rael answers, a sinister smirk crossing his face. “Oh yeah, Brick. Those assholes won’t be able to find a mountain big enough to protect and hide them.”

“Do you want us to ride with them and bring them back here?” Murder questions, having stood by mine and Ban’s sidelistening to everything. “That way, y’all can check on your father, grab some food and warm up.”

“Appreciate it, brother,” I reply.

Even though standing to the wayside isn’t my thing, in this case, I’m about to drop dead on my feet and won’t be good to anyone if I rode out with them. I’m torn between being part of the rescue team and taking care of myself, my pops, the rest of my men, and making sure our perimeter is once again impenetrable.

A dream from last night wafts through my head. Wrecker visited me while I was sleeping, insisting that when my brothers offered to go in search of my missing piece, in this case I’m thinking that means Rayleigh, I sit back or it could have dire consequences.

I’m not spiritual by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve learned that when one of my brothers who have been touched by the other side suggests something, it’s in my best interest to listen to their advice and follow it to the letter.

So, because of that, I’m giving my other brothers my trust. Implicitly, without hesitation.

“Bring her home, brothers. And I wouldn’t be opposed to you bringing the four Douches back scathed if you catch my drift.”

“We’re family now, Brick. It’s what we do. Grim, we’ll follow y’all. I know Brick wants these fuckers brought back here so they can enact some pain, y’all good with that?” Murder questions as he heads toward the door.

Right now, my priorities are warring with one another, but when Ban lightly shoves me toward a table where Layce is placing bowls of hot soup and some of Leathyr’s bread, I decide getting some grub into me is important. Then, I’ll check on my pops and the prospects while I wait for my ol’ lady to be returned to my arms.

Rayleigh

I’m unsure how, but I doze off still sitting upright in the chair.

While Clock’s been gone, the other three have been outside, murmuring about what they plan to do and how they’re going to get out of the mess they’re presently in.

I wake up to a familiar yet scary face grinning at me with mirth dancing behind his eyes. “Hello, Rael, what are you doing here?” I quietly ask as the huge, scary-as-hell biker quickly works to untie me.

“Heard you were in a spot of trouble, Rayleigh, so we’re here to take you back to your ol’ man, how’s that?” he replies, before scooping me up and carrying me outside. When he catches me anxiously looking around, he says, “We’ve already got them tied up and in another vehicle with Murder and his guys ready to take back to the clubhouse so your ol’ man can deal with them. You’re safe now, princess.”

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