Page 88 of Axe
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Axe
The back room was now full of a shit-ton of my brothers. Killer walked into the room full of men with her back straight and her head held high. A few of them passed around questioning looks as she parted the crowd, but as Tank flanked to her side, they started to see that she wasn’t a threat.
“You are going to get it for this, Angel,” he growled in her ear. Though I had a feeling that she wouldn’t exactly mind what he was going to give her.
“You mind?” I asked her as I gestured to Allison’s chains.
Killer nodded as she pulled something out of her boot. Then a second later, Allison’s body sagged to the side and I was right there to catch her.
“Babe,” I said cradling her face. “Need you to open those sexy as fuck eyes and look at me.” And that did it, she pried her swollen eyes apart just enough to give me a peek at that deep blue.
“You can’t kill him?” she whispered.
“Who? Vice?” I hadn’t fully been able to connect the dots but I knew she wouldn’t lie to me. If she said he helped her then I fucking believed it.
“No. Well, yes, you can’t kill him either.” Her voice came out strong the more she spoke but she still seemed like she was winded. “You can’t kill Savage.”
“Why the fuck not?” I barked, not believing what the hell I’d just heard.
“Calm down, brother,” Patch said as he took to Allison’s other side and started to check her over.
That was when I really got a good look at her.
She was drenched to the bone. Her arms were limp almost like she wasn’t able to use them. Then again, if she had been tied up as long as she’d been gone, I imagined that she might have dislocated one if not both of her shoulders. Her face was fucked up and she shifted in a way that made me think that her whole body hurt.
“Fuck,” Diesel said and I looked up for the first time. That was when I saw him looking around the room. Then I did the same, taking in the sick fucking box we were in. I couldn’t lie, my stomach turned and I almost threw the hell up.
“Can we move her?” I asked Patch turning my attention back to him.
“Yeah,” he replied looking a little unsure about doing so. But as he looked around, it was clear that he agreed with me that we needed to get the fuck out of this room.
“There’s an office to the left. The couch in there is probably the cleanest thing in here,” Vice supplied and I jerked my head to the side to eye him. I didn’t know what the hell was going on and until then, I didn’t trust him.
“Fine. Let’s go,” I said as I moved to stand. “Shit! I forgot. Brand is in one of the rooms. Someone get Frannie. He needs to be looked at.”
“I got it.” This came from Ky, one of the members from the South Carolina chapter. The look on his face was a bit worried.
It seemed that Brand made friends wherever the fuck he went and I wouldn’t have doubted that while he was spending time down there for a bit he had become close to some of the members.
“I need some fuckin’ answers right now,” Cal said taking control of the situation I was about to reluctantly leave behind.
I was torn. I wanted to be with Allison, but I needed to stay and see this fucking thing through. I needed to see Savage take his last breath.
“I’m fine,” Allison said once we managed to get her to her feet. “I’m not leaving. Not now. I want to see his fucking end.”
And well, I couldn’t very well deny her of that.
“Think you deserve that, sweetheart,” Cal said with a nod.
“Can we at least bring this somewhere else?” Brass said taking a step forward. “I mean, I’m all for torture, but this room is just too much. And knowing what I know…” He cut his eyes over to Savage with a sick and disgusted look on his face.
“Agreed,” Cal said and just like that, we all moved out into the open area just outside of the room.
Savage wasn’t going anywhere with as many guns as we had trained on him and neither was Vice. Until we knew what was up, he was still an enemy.
I carried Allison out and then helped her stand on her own two feet. I knew she would want it that way and now we had a front row seat to the show.
