Page 89 of Savage Storm

“Thanks, but we’ll stay here. We aren’t ready to show our messed-up faces.” Nancy winced as she touched her cheek.

My stomach churned, eyes ping-ponging between the women. What the Hunters did to them was horrific. I could only imagine what they’d do to the Knights if they got their hands on one. Emotion caught in my throat. I was so damn worried about Storm.

“Okay, get some rest.” Tina put her hand on my back, guiding me to the door. Making our way back to the kitchen, she turned to me. “You look a little pale. Are you okay?”

“I didn’t sleep well after Storm left in the middle of the night. I think I’ll go up to his room and rest a little.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Dinner won’t be for a few more hours.”

“Thanks, Tina.”

When I was alone in Storm’s room, I took my boots off and climbed under his covers, snuggling with his pillow. I inhaled hints of his aftershave and leather, closing my eyes.

Fear got the better of me as tears slipped out the corners of my eyes. I sent up a silent prayer for him and his brothers to be okay.

For Storm to come back to me.

In one piece.

30

Storm

On the outskirts of town, the club owned a hunting cabin in the woods. Below the small structure was a basement where we conducted interrogations. The scum brought here never saw the light of day again. We couldn’t risk the captive telling anyone about “the dungeon.” Hell, only the council and a few select patched members knew it existed.

It really was a dungeon made of concrete. Chains were attached to the wall, holding our prisoner. A meat hanger hung from the ceiling, strong enough to hold three-hundred pounds. There was a drain in the floor and a garden hose connected to a wall spigot, for easy cleanup. A red mechanics cart on wheels held Boxer’stoys.

In the last decade, we’d only used this place three times. With the Dirty Hunters refusing to get out of town and causing problems, I had a feeling we’d spend more time here than I cared to.

Boxer was ready to get to work. Wolf was by his side. One thing I respected more than anything about Boxer was the level of control he maintained. The man held his shit together better than anyone I knew. He might have raged the day Jill’s boutique was torched or earlier over Ire getting hurt, but he never went off half-cocked.

When Boxer tortured a prisoner, it was intentional and calculated. This was why he was the club’s enforcer. I could trust him. The little maggot who was about to meet Boxer’s wrath was one of the boys on the video, beating the shit out of Nancy. He also held Ava down while the enforcer raped her. He deserved everything Boxer would do to him.

“Ready,” Boxer grunted.

I nodded to get on with it just as my phone vibrated. I’d texted Madeline half an hour ago and hadn’t gotten a response. I needed to know she was okay. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to focus on the blindfolded scumbag chained to the wall. So, I’d texted Tina after my patience waned.

Tina: She’s probably napping. Went up to your room over an hour ago.

Of course, napping. Madeline said earlier she didn’t sleep much after I’d left to deal with the attack.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Storm: K. Thx.

I tucked my phone back into my pocket, joining the others, and crossed my arms over my chest. Boxer held his hunting knife. He’d just cut off the dude’s clothes, leaving him shaking in tighty-whities. I didn’t know they still made those ugly shits.

For dramatic effect, Boxer cut off the blindfold with his knife. He always tried to scare the shit out of everyone so they’d talk. He didn’t really enjoy torturing or ending a life. But the person brought down here was the scum of the earth and deserved what they got.

We didn’t harm innocents.

“Okay, asshole. This is how it’s going to go down. I ask the question. You give the answer. I think you’re lying. I remove a finger.” Boxer took out his favorite red-handled pliers from the cart. The ones with the jagged teeth. A wicked smile ghosted across his lips as he admired his toy.

The prospect’s eyes widened. He didn’t look very old. It was a shame his young life would be cut short. And I meant literally cut short. Once Boxer was through with him, his club would get a few pieces of him back. Getting mixed up with vile Dirty Hunters came at a high price for this dude—his life.

“I don’t know nothin’!” the boy yelled before Boxer even touched him.

“Already lying.” Boxer shook his head. “Let’s start with an easy question. What’s your president’s name?”

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