Page 35 of Property of Indiana

“You’re with the Kings, aren’t you?” a brunette asks. “Seen you around town.”

“Yeah, and all of y’all are now under our protection. Just so you know, nobody fucks with the Kings, ladies. We’ll take care of thetrash who thought they could do this to y’all, and help you return to your families or your homes, whatever you want.”

“Can you find my baby?” a redhead asks. “They took my little boy last month after I gave birth.”

“And my daughter?” another woman asks. My stomach begins to churn when reality smacks me in the face. Nearly every woman in here has had a child stolen or is pregnant. I want to vomit but that isn’t going to make them feel better and they’ve been through enough as far as I’m concerned.

Over and over, I’m bombarded with questions until I finally raise my hands. “First things first, let’s head upstairs so we can get a true headcount of y’all. We’ll get you transported to our clubhouse and have our medic check all of you over. While we’re doing that, my old lady, Zoey, will start a list of your names, and any information you have about your child or children. We’ll be reaching out to the Feds for help on this because this is far more involved than we anticipated.”

“Some of us need help,” the first woman states. “They don’t feed us much so many of us are in a weakened state, and if we disobey, which nine times out of ten we did, they withhold food.”

“We’ll get all of y’all upstairs,” I promise, sending a text to Rip to send down anyone who’s not babysitting the two fuckers we caught. He sends me a thumbs up emoji which makes me smirk.

My old lady has me beaming with pride. Once she was assured that Elodie was alright, she jumped into helping the fifteen women we brought back with us. After Letti was checked overby Splicer, our medic, she started assisting the ladies as well. The ironic thing is Icer has been following the two of them around instead of interrogating the assholes we have in our underground catacombs.

So far, from what we’ve gathered, we know of ten babies that have been taken from their mothers shortly after birth. The dates of birth are vague and varied since the women didn’t really have any way to know what day or month it was, but they knew how many months ago, which is a start.

It’s not the best lead we could have, but Booker is digging into the dark web. Scouring it for any auctions that went down recently or around the timeframes the ladies gave us. It’s our hope that we can find not only those hosting it, but the bidders as well. All of them have a special place in Hell reserved for them and not a damn one of us will bat our eyes while sending them down below to pay for their crimes.

We’re waiting on transport to show when Splicer comes walking our way, his face grim. “These ladies are not only malnourished, but I suspect several of them have broken bones and there are contusions and wounds I can’t treat because I don’t have the antibiotics needed on hand and they’ll need a strong dose to fight off the signs of infection I’m seeing.”

The club funded a non-profit clinic for those less fortunate. It’s where we take those requiring help but needing to stay under the radar. Splicer runs the facility and hired the best faculty he could find who know how to keep their mouths shut when the circumstances call for it.

“Too big of a job for the clinic?” Rip asks, outrage pouring off of him in billowing waves.

We’re used to being able to take care of things ourselves, and now, this situation has left us twiddling our thumbs and reaching out to those we normally steer away from—the law of this corrupt, crooked town. For years, we’ve been trying to clean things up in these parts, but Bologney Maloney, as some of us men call him behind his back, keeps getting voted back into office, which is why we firmly believe there are more villainous things at play with the electees than anyone has been able to uncover. And the thing that sucks about that, is the Kings have some of the best techies in cyber history.

“I don’t have the space for all of them,” Splicer discloses. “And some of them need more invasive treatment than I am capable of giving them.” I know that has to burn him to admit because he has fundraisers that bring in enough monetary funds to keep the clinic up and running, but nobody anticipated we’d be dealing with any of this.

“The alternative is sending them to the hospital, but I don’t want them being admitted to Canton’s. We need to send them to a bigger city where they can blend in and sign in under the guise of Jane Doe.”

“All of them?” I inquire, thinking that’s going to raise suspicion.

“Yes. If we send them to Dallas Methodist, I have a relationship with the CEO and can get them covered,” Rip conveys. “Also, we have brothers that way that I can call in to watch over the women.”

“Madman’s going to flip his shit,” I laugh, thinking of Central’s president. “Those guys get grumpy when it comes to protection details.”

“Don’t start your shit, Indiana,” Rip orders, jabbing his finger in my direction.

“He’s just messing around, Rip,” Icer states, defending me with a straight face. A new discovery, because usually, he lets us fend for ourselves. “He knows Madman would start a world war to help any of the Kings.”

Rip’s eyes swivel in my direction with a ‘what the fuck’ expression. “Know that, Icer. Now’s not the time for playing around and joking.” Icer simply nods his head and resumes his pacing. Most of it is done between Elodie and Letti.

“Elodie’s woken something inside of him and Letti seems to keep it alive and alert,” I establish. “But it only seems to extend to those girls, Zoey, and me.”

“I’ve noticed,” Rip grouses. “I only see him get that passionate about one thing, and that’s busting heads together. It’s a nice change of pace, but with that being said, I’m not sure how he’s going to handle it.”

“I think he’s going to have to figure that out for himself,” I suggest.

“Transport’s here!” is shouted from somewhere in the front.

“I haven’t had any check ins from Renegade, but we need to have church once we get back to the clubhouse. We’ll have to fill him and his crew in on what we discuss when they return,” Rip states.

I nod my head and head toward the front to show transport where we need them.

“Kaboom!” Rebel hollers as we sit back and enjoy watching the old Kmart facility go up in flames.

Splicer went with the transport team to Dallas to get the women settled and make sure they understand that our part in this fiasco doesn’t go any further than between us and them. He’s going to grab himself a hotel room in the area for a night or two so he can be of any assistance the women may need until help arrives. He’ll be joining our church meeting via satellite through a secure line.

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