Page 29 of Torn
Chapter Sixteen
Storm
Watching Becca drive out of here kills me. She looked so betrayed. I know I should have told her, I guess a part of me was hoping I would never have to. I'm going to fucking kill, Lorenzo. I stand up and head for the clubhouse.
Tracker stands in front of me, "not a good idea brother."
"The fuck it isn't. That bastard will pay." I try to move around him, but he blocks me.
"He will, but you need to let Pres handle club business first. You run in there half-cocked, and you'll regret it." Yelling sounds from inside, so we both head in.
The brothers are all standing there with their guns drawn and pointed at Lorenzo and his men.
Tracker and I pull out our pieces and try to get a read on the situation.
"Ah Deacon, how nice of you to join us. Guess you couldn't stop Natalie from leaving?" Lorenzo turns to me. "Ryder, long time no see also. Funny how two punks who couldn't handle a small job ended up as brothers in an MC. Hope you boys don't saddle these two with any tasks that are too important." He laughs, and I would love nothing more than to blow his brains out.
Lorenzo pulls out a piece and lifts it toward me I take a shot, and it nails him in the chest. Chaos erupts, and we duck to dodge the bullets. After a few minutes, Lorenzo and his three men are all laying on the floor. I walk over to him, and even as the life is draining out of him, he has a smile on his face.
“Looking forward to going to hell?” I look down at him.
“No,” he coughs. His voice is rough and strained. “Just thinking of what Anthony is probably doing to your girlfriend right now.”
Everything inside of me tenses. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Snitches always get whats coming to them.” He moans in pain as his eyes start to shut.
I grip his shirt in my hands. “Fucking tell me where she is!”
"Dead." He manages out before his eyes closes, and he goes limp.
I look at Tracker and pull my phone out of my pocket. I try to call Becca but she doesn't answer, hanging up I try again, and this time she answers.
“Babe, are you okay? Tell me where you are.” The panic in my voice is evident.
"Sorry, she can't come to the phone now, or ever again." A sick voice bites out. Before I can say anything else, the line goes dead.
“Fuck!”
"Calm down brother, we'll find her." Tracker tries to reassure me, but it does nothing.
“No we can’t, but I know someone who can.” I pull out my phone and look up a number I never thought I’d need.
The phone rings twice and then a woman answers. “Yea, I need to speak to special agent Howell.”
“Can I ask who is calling sir?”
"Just tell him it's about his sister." I don't mean the irritation in my voice but at this point, every moment counts.
It takes a few minutes, but the hold music ends. "Who the hell is this?" Her brother's voice gates out.
"This is Storm, Becca's boyfriend. We have a big fucking problem." I tell him the little information I know and pray that the bureau got some lead on Anthony.
"We haven't been able to find the asshole, but if she has her phone, I can track it. Give me a minute." I can hear the fast clicking of keys and say a silent prayer that he can find her. "I got her signal, but it's moving."
"Hold on. I have a lead on Becca; I need some brothers to follow me. I'm gonna take the truck so her brother can lead me to them." Everyone starts to move, and I grab the keys. "I'm at the club how far away from me are they?"
I know he looked us up, so there's no doubt he has the address. "Right now, an hour. They're moving fast."
“So I can. Let's go boys!" we head outside, and I lay my phone on the dash. Okay, let's go."
I’m coming.
Just hold on.
