Page 29 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

Without a moment’s hesitation, we loaded up on our bikes, then followed Stitch through the front gate. He was driving like a madman as he sped towards Mia’s place. His urgency came as no surprise. Stitch was very protective of his daughter. We all were and for a good reason.

Mia was beautiful and smart like her mother, and fearless and determined like her father. It could be a dangerous combination, especially when she had trouble knocking at her front door. She was liable to go out there and try to handle them on her own, which was something none of us wanted to happen.

One by one, my brothers and I whipped into Mia’s apartment complex, and I could only imagine what Mia's neighbors thought when they heard our roaring motorcycles and saw angry faces. Not that it mattered. None of us gave a fuck what any of them thought. Nothing was going to keep us from our girl.

As soon as we were all parked, Stitch got off his bike and started racing toward Mia’s front door. We were all about to follow when Cotton ordered, “Keep your cool, boys. We don’t want this thing getting out of hand.”

We all nodded, then continued after Stitch. While he pounded on her door, several of the others surrounded the apartment, searching for any sign of a break-in. When Mia didn’t immediately answer, Stitch took out his key and opened the door himself. As he stepped inside, he called out, “Mia? It’s me.”

No answer.

Maverick and I followed Stitch and Bones into the kitchen. That’s when I noticed the broken window in the living room. There was glass everywhere, but there was no sign of Mia. I motioned my hand toward the window as I whispered, “We’ve got company.”

The vein in Stitch’s neck pulsed with rage as he reached for his weapon and charged into the living room. Stitch might’ve been older with a few gray hairs and wrinkles, but the man was just as intimidating as the first day we’d met. If someone had been dumb enough to come into his daughter’s home, there would be hell to pay.

We could hear muffled sounds coming from Mia’s bedroom as Bones and Stitch charged down the hall. We followed after, and when Stitch opened the door, the look of horror on his face brought a chill to my bones. His voice pierced through the room as he rushed in and roared, “Get the fuck off her.”

We all charged into the bedroom, and my stomach dropped when I saw a dark figure on top of Mia. Stitch was quick to yank the guy off of her. He slammed his back against the wall and started plowing into him. Mia inched off the bed and placed her hand on her wrist, wringing it back and forth. Concerned, Bones went over and hugged her tight. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She hugged him back, then turned her attention over to Stitch and watched as he pinned her unwanted houseguest to the wall. A twisted feeling of satisfaction washed over me when Stitch punched him in the gut and the air gushed from his lungs. He hammered away on the guy for several moments, then released his hold on him. Dazed from the beating, the guy slid down the wall and onto the floor.

I looked down at the bloody pile that rested at my brother’s feet, and I found myself wishing Stitch would punch him again. Hell, as far as I was concerned, he should’ve left him in a pile of mangled flesh and broken bones. It was what he deserved, but Stitch was the one who had to make that call. When the guy’s chin dropped to his chest, Stitch went to Mia and pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m fine.” When he squeezed her even tighter, Mia smiled and said, “Daddy, I’m fine. Really.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever been that scared.”

“Not since the day she was born,” Bones reminded him.

“Yeah, not since then.”

“Well, thanks to you, I’m okay.” She assured him. “But, just so you know, I almost had him.”

“You what?”

“I almost had him,” she repeated. “I was hiding in the closet, and when he came into my room, I plowed him with a baseball bat.”

I glanced around the room, and the place was a fucking mess. Broken lamps and picture frames were scattered on the floor, along with some random clothing and her bedside table. It looked like she’d put up a pretty good fight. Hell, there wasn’t a scratch on her. Even so, Stitch wasn’t pleased that she’d tried to take the guy out on her own. “What the hell were you thinking, Mia? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“I couldn’t just sit there and let this guy steal all my stuff.”

“Yeah, you could!” Stitch’s expression softened as he told her, “We can replace your shit, but we can’t replace you.”

“Oh, Daddy.” Mia gave him one last squeeze, then said, “You don’t have to worry. I’m fine.”

Our attention was drawn to the doorway when Cotton asked, “Everything okay in here?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” Stitch motioned his hand to the guy on the floor as he said, “We just gotta figure out what we’re gonna do with him.”

Cotton knelt down and grabbed the guy by the hair, forcing his head back. It wasn’t until that moment that we realized that he was just a teenager—sixteen or seventeen at best. Cotton quickly released his hold on him as he announced, “Damn, he’s just a fucking kid.”

“Maybe so, but he’s old enough to know better than this shit,” Bones countered. “He had my sister pinned down on the bed for fuck’s sake.”

“I wasn’t gonna do nothin’ to her,” the guy mumbled. “I was just looking for a quick score. Watch or something to pawn off.”

“Well, you came to the wrong fucking place for that shit.”

“I know, man, but my dealer’s on my ass.”

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