Page 142 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Niran

Before I leave to follow the others, I go up to my room and check on Saffie. She’s still sleeping. I stand watching her for a moment, thinking how right she looks in my bed as though she was always meant to be there. This is the first time she’s been able to relax properly for literally years, and I’m not surprised her mind and body are taking advantage.

Back downstairs I spy Eva.

“Hey, can you keep an eye on Saffie for me?”

Eva gives me a kind smile. “Sure, Niran. I’m so happy for you. I knew you’d find your someone, eventually.”

There’s a smile in my voice as I reply, “She’s good for me, Eva.”

“Go on.” She prods me. “Go do what you men do.” She winks. She’s been around long enough to guess exactly what goes on in the brig, my assumption confirmed when she adds, “And make him hurt for what he did to your old lady.”

That’s exactly what I intend to do, I think, as I follow the stragglers into the second hangar, weaving my way past half built and finished custom motorcycles which Salem has been working on. The door at the back lets me into a completely different area, this one well soundproofed, the floor sloping down to the middle where a drain is conveniently located. From the struts overhead hang chains and attached to those currently are Duke and Grit.

Salem and Swift approach me.

“We were waiting on you, Brother,” Salem says, lifting his chin. “You’ve got more skin in this than any of us, well, both you and Grumbler.”

Grumbler’s with his old lady and baby which is exactly where he should be. But I’ll be sure to make him proud when he eventually hears all the details.

“Where’s the bitch?”

It’s Swift who answers me. “The prospects are keeping her out of the way to deal with later. Thought you might prefer to get the main event over with first.”

Susie’s going to be hard.

Reading my mind, Salem tells me, “She’s club business as much as yours, Brother, considering her connection to the feds.”

Parking that thought for later, I notice brothers have parted for me, leaving me a clear passage to approach the two Wolves. An air of anticipation hangs over the space. Although initially Saffie was the only person affected by his existence, increasingly the Satan’s Devils had been pulled into his orbit. When he’d taken me and her, he’d declared war on us. Even then it hadn’t been over. That he’d escaped retribution at the combined chapters’ hands meant all our chapters had gone into lockdown. That inconvenience pales into insignificance compared with stealing an old lady, a pregnant and vulnerable one at that, and holding her hostage. For weeks, if not months, Duke has been the epitome of the bogeyman to this club.

My role today is, on behalf of my brothers, to serve vengeance for his many crimes. A quick bullet to the head is not going to make amends.

My tours in the Marines had hardened me to the harsher side of life. Having seen good men blown apart by roadside bombs, I wasn’t one to flinch at the sight of blood and guts now. I may not be an enforcer, though I may possibly, if my foot heals, become sergeant-at-arms. But I’ve a few tricks up my sleeve before I hand them over to the experts.

Duke sees me approaching and spits on the ground. “Fuckin’ nigger.” Then he throws back his head and starts laughing. “Oh, my boys got you good, didn’t they? They fuckin’ crippled you.” He jerks his head toward the cast on my leg and lets out a belly laugh.

Around me I hear my brothers stirring, disgruntled murmurs come to my ears, but I make a cutting motion with my hand to show I’ve got this under control.

“You hate that a Black bettered you, don’t you, Duke?” I casually ask, my crutches clattering on the cement floor as I make my way toward him. “I bet you can’t fathom why, not one chapter, but all five charters of the Satan’s Devils MC rode out to save a nigger. That loyalty between brothers trumped your pissant little club.”

“Any one of the Crazy Wolves is worth ten of you,” he snarls.

I snort as chuckles come from around me. “Evidence says otherwise, fucker.”

“Call yourselves a fuckin’ MC?” he roars out, his eyes raking over the assembled men. “What do you know about loyalty? My only crime was to want my property back. Property that had been stolen from me. The code of the brotherhood says she should have been returned as she wears my patch.”

“Yeah?” I step closer. “Our rules are that property is to be cherished, not abused.”

“Bikes, yeah,” he agrees. “But women? Fuck no. They’d be nothing without their men.”

A very unladylike growl comes from behind me, even though it’s emitted by the member without a dick. “Fuckin’ arsehole,” follows it up, then, “Who does this prick think he is? What fuckin’ century is he living in?”

Duke’s eyes narrow and look around, but Swift’s keeping to the shadows for now. “What the fuck type of club is this? You allow women into men’s business? You’re a bunch of fuckin’ pussies.”

All of a sudden I realise the best vengeance I can have is not doling out the pain myself, but letting Swift loose on him. Pain to his body a man like him would probably be able to handle, but having it dished up to him by a woman would damage his pride.

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