Page 17 of Riggs
Chapter Seven
Riggs
Giving up on sleep I decide to jump in the shower. It's early; still dark outside. Walking into the bathroom, I flip the light on. The reason for my current state of insomnia — my head is a mess. Not that I am not focused on today's mission. I'm clear on that. My problem has to do with a short, curvy, blonde with violet eyes. Thoughts of her keep working their way to the forefront of my mind. Thinking of Luna is starting to fuck with my headspace — my mojo. Reaching into the stall, I turn the water on. I strip out of my boxers and step inside the shower stall. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the hot water beating down on my flesh. Leaning forward, I brace my palms against the tiled wall in front of me, letting the spray hit my lower back.
My muscles ache from the thirty-two-hour drive from New Orleans to Polson. My body has been put through non-stop hell for weeks now, and I'm starting to feel its effects. Taking a deep breath, I relax. When I do, Luna's frightened eyes are all I see. It gutted me that her first reaction after meeting me was fear. That beautiful woman was put through hell, but I understand her weariness of bikers considering what a piece of shit her ex is. When Jake called me a few days ago asking for a favor, he told me Luna's story and what happened between her and that pussy Rex. Any man who puts their hands on a woman doesn't deserve to walk this earth. I didn't hesitate when accepting Jake's plea to help Luna out. I'd do anything my brother asks of me. My issue lies with how this woman is getting to me. I don't live the kind of life that allows me to go the distance for any woman. Maybe bringing Luna back home with me is not such a good idea. I shake my head. Luna not coming back with me is not an option. No matter how hard I try to fight this pull I have, deep down, I know I'm fighting a losing battle. The thought of another man protecting or taking care of Luna causes emotion to burn inside of me; feelings that makes me want to murder any man who dares to take her from me.
Fuck. Luna is not even mine.
Not yet, anyway.
Suddenly, I'm pulled from my inner battle when I hear all hell break lose just outside the bedroom. I hear Jake barking out orders and what sounds like soldiers stomping down the hall. Cutting the water off, I jump out of the shower, half-ass dry myself off, then throw on yesterday's clothes. Before I have my boots laced, there is a pounding on my door — seconds later, Fender bursts in. "Shit just hit the fan, Prez," he says in a panic. "Somethin' or someone just tripped the perimeter alarm. Both Luna and Sofia are not in their rooms. Jake has men searching the grounds now," he informs before he turns and retreats down the hall.
"I'm right behind you." I tie my boots. Yanking my cut draped on the back of the chair beside the bed, I shrug it on as I rush out of the room. By the time I make it to the main floor of the clubhouse, Jake, along with all his men are standing next to the bar. "What's the word?"
"Luna and Sofia were taken," Jake delivers the blow.
"How the fuck did that happen?"
"Reid pulled up the security feed. It looks like Luna snuck out through the kitchen. Not long after she left is when Sofia woke. She went to check on Luna only to find her gone and the kitchen door leading out back ajar. She caught up to Luna on the far end of the compound near the property line. That's where they were taken. Neither of the women knew someone was out there watching and waiting. My best guess is Savage Outlaw was plannin' to blow up the clubhouse, or at least cause some distraction so they could get to Luna. I have my men out in the streets now."
"What the fuck you mean blow up the clubhouse?"
"Come with me," Jake orders.
Following him outsides, Jake leads me around to the back of the clubhouse to the patio that leads inside to the kitchen. "I need you to check that shit out. I didn't want any of my men touching it. I was afraid moving it might set it off," Jake points to a table. And sitting on that table is a homemade bomb. I can already tell from where I stand it's not a very good one. Striding up to the table, I take a closer look — fucking amateurs.
"I can tell you right now it's a dud. Whatever idiot put this damn thing together clearly doesn't know his ass from his elbow. The fucking thing is wired, all wrong." Picking the twelve by twelve-inch device up, I stroll past Jake. "Not for long though," I say through gritted teeth. "I'm going to need a few supplies."
"Help yourself, brother. You know where we keep our shit," Jake says as he follows me back inside the clubhouse. Taking a seat at the bar, I place the bomb on the counter in front of me.
"Kiwi," I bark.
"What do ya need, Prez?"
I spout off at least a dozen supplies I'll be needing, and Kiwi wastes no time gathering what I ask for. By the time I finish, this bomb will be ready to light up the sky. Roughly twenty minutes later, I look away from the wires I am currently fusing and peer over at Sam who is sitting to my left carefully gauging my actions. "I always bring my own toys to the party, but this one will do." After a pause, I speak again. "We're going to get our women back, brother. You can fuckin' count on it." I don't know if Sam notices the fact I saidour women,either way,he chooses not to say anything. Instead, he nods.
"Only Goddamn outcome."
I have to say I like the kid. Leaving me to finish the task at hand, Sam steps away and goes about getting ready. It's been nearly an hour since the women were taken, and with every minute that passes, I become more and more agitated. I'm going to tan that woman's ass for sneaking out like she did and putting her life in danger. I understand why she did what she did. She's been letting her guilt rule her actions. But one thing Luna needs to get through her head is her life is just as important as those she is trying to protect. As I'm adding the finishing touches to my creation, Reid shouts from his seat at the far end of the bar where he has been typing away on his computer and talking on the phone.
"We have a location!"
"Where?" Jake barks.
"Cocksuckers are held up at the old lumber mill. They were right under our fuckin' noses when we went out that way a few days ago."
"You have got to be fuckin' kiddin' me," Jake hisses as he heads out of the clubhouse. His men, along with myself and my guys waste no time filing out behind him. Reid goes on to tell us they have eyes on the lumber mill, and they have reported we are dealing with thirteen of those fuckers. "Alright!" Jake bellows as he straddles his bike. "You heard the man. We have confirmed that thirteen of those motherfuckers have taken up residence at the lumber mill but be prepared for more. Always expect the unexpected. We're goin' in, and we're goin' in hot. We roll in and take those sons of bitches out. You shoot every one of them dead, no questions asked. We don't stop until every man wearing a Savage Outlaw cut is on the ground with a bullet in them. I want to see those walls painted red." Jake starts his engine, and we all follow suit. Nine strong, we peel out of the compound and head in the direction of the mill with Jake and I leading the way.
With Polson being such a small town, the streets are deserted as we come barreling down Main Street. The once early morning night has now been interrupted by the rumbling sound of our steel pipes.
Spotting the lumber mill up ahead, I give Kiwi who is flanking my right, the signal to stay behind me. As we fly past the entrance of the mill, Jake and his men take off to the left where they promptly take cover behind an old eighteen-wheeler. As for Kiwi and me, we split up from Jake and his men and head right as we dodge bullets flying past us. Making our way around to the back of the large metal structure, Kiwi and I park behind a ten-foot-tall pile of logs. Climbing off my bike, I unbuckle the bag carrying the bomb and slide it over my head and across my shoulder. Retrieving my pistol from the inside of my cut, I settle my body against the logs and take a quick peek in the direction of the mill. I immediately spot two men. One is stationed at a broken window on the second floor and the second is standing guard at the door on the first.
"I clocked one at my ten and another at my six. Cover me on three," I instruct Kiwi. With a nod, I give the one, two, three. Kiwi and I step out from behind the logs and fire. I fire a single shot at the asshole at the door while Kiwi takes out the one at the window. Keeping our eyes peeled we make our way inside the building the same time I spot Sam making his way up the stairs with Jake trailing behind him. Jake looks over his shoulder, spotting me. I slide my bag from over my shoulder then give him a nod, letting him know my intentions.
"Alright, Prez. Let's do the damn thing so we can find your girl and get our arses out of here," Kiwi says while he continues to cover my back as I go to work on planting the bomb.
Retrieving the pliers from my pocket, I fuse the last set of wires. "Done," I announce the same moment Logan finds us.
