Page 44 of Clean Hack
Yep, all of this seemed like a really good idea.
I shook my head and moved, my body crouched slightly as I moved across the street. I scanned the area as I stepped forward, my feet keeping a steady pace.
The closer we got to the warehouse, the louder the chaos rang out. Music was blasting at a volume that was sure to make me deaf.
The first room opened up to something that resembled a shabby lounge area. And the bodies hit my vision right away. This room had been cleared by whoever it was that had busted up in here. I kept to the walls, moving deeper into the place. Cheap walls had been erected no more than seven feet high creating little cubicle rooms. The first ones seemed to be smaller lounging areas. Then they seemed like they turned into something that could be considered living spaces. Small rooms that held a bed and maybe a dresser. Some had doors, some didn’t. Some had dead bodies, some didn’t. But all of them free of any sort of life. Meaning that the men that had been left there were sure dead.
Who the hell was in here?
There must have been a lot of them to take out these guys with no problem.
I’d seen the cuts. The leather vests so far only held one club name. So whoever was moving through here taking these men down had big numbers and the stealth of a damn snake.
I was hesitant to move on because there were still shots coming from the back of the warehouse. I held her back in one of the rooms that happened to be body free.
Then like a damn miracle, the place went silent. As in no gunshots, no boots pounding pavement, and no music—thank fuck.
I let another minute or two linger on and then I gave a nod to let Lucy know we’d be moving again. I knew she’d be right behind me. This was so beyond messed up. I mean, I’d seen some things in my time, but this night had turned into the biggest shit show I’d ever witnessed. And I had a feeling that it was about to take an even stranger turn. I didn’t know why I felt that way, just did. I was sure it didn’t help that I didn’t have the first damn clue as to what was going on.
“Should have just driven off,” I said almost under my breath.
Her hand fell on my shoulder with a sharp whack, causing a tiny, cute, little sting. I turned my head, cutting my eyes at her over my shoulder. She returned my look with one of her own. One that very much said ‘I heard that, asshole’ and damn if I didn’t find it extremely adorable.
I let out a low chuckle then reset my focus on my front.
We made out way down the hall, moving to the back where I could see the outer rim of a crowd gathering. Something was going on. I felt like whatever it was, was coming to an end. Only I wasn’t sure it was safe because I didn’t know what we were walking into.
Then sadly, near the end of the hall was a body. I knew that hair and that tattoo that vibrantly colored the back of his neck. I knew that man, even if the back of his cut hadn’t of told me he belonged to the Steel Paragons MC. I let out a sad sigh. Dutch from the South Carolina chapter.
“Well, shit!” a voice rang out. A voice I knew really well. Cal, the President of the mother chapter for the Paragons. I moved a little faster, feeling a lot safer than I had before. There was something in his tone that was more happy-shocked than angry.
There were more words said, but I was too far away to make them out.
“I was hired by…” a man that I most certainly didn’t recognize said. We were a few feet away and I was approaching cautiously, Lucy plastered to my back. I was close enough to see that he was wearing a Devil’s cut and I wondered why the hell he not only seemed so cool and relaxed, but wasn’t dead. “Well, that one right there,” he said right as he caught sight of us. His finger raised and pointed in my direction, but it wasn’t at me.
That was when Lucy let out a gasp, her head was peeking around me to see what was going on.
“Lulu?” a woman that looked like she could barely stand on her own said with hope in her tone.
“Lucy?” This came from a tall woman that had a deadly air about her.
“Clean?” Diesel asked, great confusion ringing in his tone. He was staring at the top of my head, so I wasn’t sure if he was asking why the hell I was there or where had my hair gone. Maybe it was both.
Feeling awkward and confused as hell, I spoke without a filter.
“Uh, there is not enough money in the world for me to take on this job,” I said, actually pulling off a casual tone as I did another scan of the nearby area.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Cal muttered and I almost could have sworn I saw him roll his eyes.
Then Lucy broke away from me, running at top speed of to the girl that had called her Lulu. There was hugging and whispering as I made my way over to Lucy. I wasn’t going to let her out of my reach, not just yet.
There was some club shit that we’d just stepped into the middle of. I tried to follow along as everyone talked and tried to work things out.
What I got was a whole lot ofwhat the fuck?and a few things that pieced themselves together.
Lucy had hired this Burke guy, who also happened to be a member of The Devil’s Kings, also known as Vice. He was looking for some kind of journal. After they found it and handed it over to the Burke guy, the girl that Lucy knew, whose name was Allison, ended up going a little crazy. And everyone stood around and watched as she stabbed the hell out of Savage. And I learned that Savage was the big bad, though I felt like I had already known that. He was tied up to a chair. Allison took a knife to him, stabbing him more times than I think any of us could count. Lucy had buried her head in my shoulder while this was going on and I wrapped my hand around her head trying to be comforting. Also, maybe trying to shield her from the violence a little.
Allison had a rage inside of her. One that I could tell had been building up for years. It was apparent by the state that she was in, that she’d been through Hell and back.
