Page 30 of Sinful Lies
“We’ll find him. Go with Poison.” She breaks her hold on my arm and my body turns to ice with the lack of her warmth. I push my need to stay with her down and turn to Corbin, who made his way inside at some point. “Get them in the van. Protect her with your life. You got me?”
“I got you, brother.” Corbin acknowledges, and I breathe easier.
I don’t want to leave her side already, but there is more ground to cover. Ben is up there and hopefully answers. I follow Chainz up a rung of steps with my Glock locked in my hand. Kayne and Cobra go after the men who ran off and the others stay below, guarding Poison and Corbin as they move the women to safety. We reach the top and Chainz kicks in the door, sending a loud crash through the space below. The sudden jolt startles the already frail women and their screams echo around us.
We move in. The room is a small office. In the middle sits a worn wooden desk and across from it, against the far wall, is a couch. A pair of open handcuffs dangle from the exposed frame, swaying back and forth. The heaviness in my chest returns thinking about what they’ve done to these women. If any of these assholes laid hands on my woman, I’ll fucking cut them off.
I spot an open window and trudge towards it. Leaning my head out, I glance down, but there’s no movement below. “They used the fire escape to get away.”
“Hounds out there. We’ll find ‘em.” Chainz responds as he ransacks the desk drawers, pulling out piles of papers and tossing them on the top. He shifts through them and returns to the drawers for more. A growl erupts from the back of his throat, and he splays pictures across the top. “Bastards are auctioning them off.”
His eyes widen with each picture he shuffles through in the stack. I pick up one and see a dollar amount scribbled along the edges. I toss it back down on the desk, shaking my head from side to side. My rage at what they are doing to these women eating at me. Chainz pulls a sheet of paper from the inside pocket of his cut and studies it a moment, tracing his fingers across the surface, then lays it on the desk. “Check these.” He growls.
I study the paper and my stomach drops. It’s a black and white sketch of a little girl. One that looks like an image I’ve seen before. Raven’s little girl.
“Hound made an age enhancement of what Paige might look like now.” Chainz informs me. “Now look.”
“Are you going to tell her?” I ask, picking up a picture of a little girl and comparing it to the one Chainz has. I breathe a sigh of relief and toss it down, thumbing through the pile until I find another child and repeat the process.
“There’s nothing to tell her yet.” I’ve known Chainz for a long time, we’ve been through a lot together but there’s something about the look in his eye and the hitch in his voice I’ve never picked up on before. He’s not Paige’s father. He’s never even met her, but he loves Raven so much that by extension he loves this little girl. It’s killing him he can’t fix this for his Ol’ Lady.
“Tell who what?” Kayne asks, stalking through the door and over to the desk. He sees what we’re looking at and side eyes Chainz, “Who’s this?”
Chainz eyes him back. I swipe the pictures into a pile and shove it all into the pocket of my cut. I swallow hard and clear my throat. “We should go.”
Kayne breaks the lingering silence between them first. “Get me a copy of that, we’ll see what we can turn up.”
His response relieving the tension in Chainz’s shoulders. I get why he doesn’t want to tell Kayne about her yet. It’s hard enough keeping this secret from Raven with the entire club knowing his theory, but it makes sense to let the Savage Saints help. If Paige is out there somewhere, the more eyes looking for her, the better. Chainz folds the paper into a square and hands it to Kayne. “This stays quiet.”
Kayne nods and slips it into his cut. The clanging of boots on the fire escape catches us off guard. We turn fast, pulling our guns as Hound steps through, his hands in the air and his grip loose on his gun.
“Where the fuck were you?” I growl, stowing my gun in the back of my jeans. Chainz and Kayne do the same.
“Caught Ben making a run for it, but he had a hostage. I couldn’t get a clear shot.”
“Fuck.” I tug my hand through my hair. The tension hanging thick in the air.
“It’s still a win. You have Dia and we saved those women down there. Fuel sent a message that the other location was empty.” Chainz attempts to calm me. We all head back down the stairs to the warehouse bay. The silence hits me like a hammer. My eyes dart around the empty warehouse and my mouth goes dry. I trust Poison and my brothers got them to safety, but I need to see my girl. I could have lost her forever. That bastard was going to sell her, and I would’ve never had the chance to make up for my mistakes. I’m furious we didn’t get Ben, but we won’t stop until we do. Right now, all that matters is claiming what is mine.
