Page 15 of Colton (Raging Barons MC #17)
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Following the van back to the compound, I’m itching to find out what these fuckers were looking for. They did not, and will not get their hands on Nyx. I’ll chop their hands off and feed them to them if they try. Mind you, I’m not sure what Axel will do with them, and if I’m honest, I don’t care.
Looking to my right I give a chin lift to Arrow who is riding his hog beside me. I was thrilled that Lincoln, Arrow, and Bones have Harleys, and they’ve traveled a lot of miles on them since walking away from the service. I’ve seen all three lovingly cleaning them and keeping them serviced.
We ride into the compound and park our hogs outside the main door of the clubhouse. Turning her off and leaving my helmet on the seat, I wait for the rest to walk inside and see what is going on with the fuckers that we caught.
Knuckles slaps my shoulder. “Come on, let’s see if Pres is in his office or, you know, interrogating.”
No, Axel is not in his office, so Knuckles and I head to where we know he is finding answers. Stepping inside, we can already hear Buzz snarling questions.
The four teenagers are lined up, sitting on a hard seat each.
I stand to the side, folding my arms across my chest and give my best scowling face.
The teenagers keep giving me a look, then at each of the brothers standing around.
Now, it has to be intimidating as Pres, Drag, Buzz, Wings, Lincoln, Arrow, Bones, Knuckles and I stare at them.
“Okay, let’ s stop fucking around,” Axel snarls. “What were you looking for when searching people?”
Oh, they are trying to be brave I think to myself, as they look at each other but say nothing.
Axel again speaks. I’m surprised he’s staying so calm. “Who is behind all the bullshit? We know, but want you to verify it. If you cooperate, we’ll let you go. If not, then you’ll see what happens.”
Again, they look at each other and say nothing.
Now, even I am getting ready to slap some sense into these idiots.
Wings seems to have had enough and steps in front of one of them.
He leans forward until he is eye-to-eye with him, then states calmly, “I’ve killed more people than you’ve had hot dinners.
I don’t mind adding you to my tally. I can live with your death easily, so spill, or die. Your choice.”
The teenager looks at his friends, then back at Wings.
“The man has threatened our families that if we don’t do what he wants, he’ll hurt them.
I have a sister and I don’t want him touching her.
I’ve sent her to a relative to keep her safe.
He…” pointing at one of the others, “has two sisters and wants to protect them. We don’t and didn’t want anything to do with this guy. ”
Now, it’s obvious that these teenagers are not doing this because they want to. A tear runs down his cheek, and looking at the others they are struggling to not cry too.
Axel steps forward and gives each of them a serious look. I’m sure he’s trying to make his mind up whether they are being genuine or not. Nobody speaks while Axel is studying them, and when he comes to a decision, he looks at Drag. “You believe them? ”
“Yeah, I think so, Pres.” Drag is watching the teenagers closely, and I know he has a damn good radar when it comes to knowing if someone is a liar or not.
Over the course of the next two hours, we found out Stefan is splitting families apart by forcing kids, teenagers and younger men to do as he tells them.
Or he will cause havoc to their families.
He has already killed a fourteen-year-old boy and a single mother who tried to protect her son.
These four were ordered to bring as much cash as they could, so they were frisking everybody going in and out of the apartment block.
Even taking loose change in their quest. I’m watching Axel get tenser and tenser.
In a moment, I’m sure he’s going to explode.
“Take these and their families to safety. You know where, and they can come back as soon as we have Stefan where he belongs. In the fucking ground.” Axel storms out and we all wait for Drag to give us orders.
“Wings, you are with me. The rest of you push for where this asshole is hiding. We need this done, and done now.” Drag turns to the teenagers, and that’s our cue to leave.
“Where shall we look for this fucker?” Turning to Lincoln as I speak.
Shrugging, Lincoln looks at Arrow, then Bones, but neither says anything. Buzz had followed Axel, so he’s no help at the moment. Knuckles is rubbing his neck, but I can see from his blank face he does not know either.
“Fucking hell.” I take out my phone and make a call that I am not sure I’m supposed to make, but we can’t just be blind as to where this Stefan is.
“Hello. ”
“Hi, Nell. Can I ask if your boys know anything about Stefan Peters?”
I hear an intake of breath. “I’ve heard the name. Let me speak to them and I’ll get back to you.”
“Thanks, Nell. It seems he is proving to be a problem since being released from the slammer. Keep your eyes peeled as he wants to rule this territory, and if he finds out what you do, he’ll be after your place, too.” I have to warn her; it’s the right thing to do.
“Oh, let him try. I haven’t had a challenge in a while.” Nell laughs, “Okay, I’ll find out and get back to you.” When the phone goes dead, I’m not surprised. It seems Nell is another one that doesn’t say bye when she closes a call.
Turning, I inform Lincoln and the others what Nell has said, and we all know she’ll do some digging, and she’ll ask Vincenzo Vitale if necessary, too. He’s not one for shying away from trouble. I like him, and I think he’d be great for Nell, if he can ever catch her that is.
After riding around town, speaking with people on the streets it’s clear they are either too frightened to speak, or they know nothing.
One woman said, well, whispered to check out the old lumber mill.
She scurried away, and I watched her, knowing she may be the one who’s given us a legitimate lead.
Back at the clubhouse, I check where I’m working tonight on the schedule I’ve had printed showing my rotation for the next three weeks. I’m at TJs tonight, so I’m going to have a snack here as I can ask Geek to throw me something together later.
Walking into the kitchen, I stop and watch as Wings, who I thought had gone with Drag and the teenagers, waves his hand in front of his mouth .
Laughter has me looking at Bitty, who has tears running down her cheeks. “What’s going on?” I ask, and I should know better but the question was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
Bitty points at Wings. “Sneaky devil came in here and pinched one of the cupcakes Heather made especially for him. Told us not to let anyone eat them, so we all knew something was amiss. It seems these are special cupcakes, as they are spiced with Habanero chili powder.”
Wings is now drinking right from the milk carton. Not sure if that will help, but he’s sweating and his face is so red he looks like he’ll explode in a minute.
“HEATHER. I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Wings bellows before he launches himself out of the kitchen.
I notice Heather standing outside the kitchen window with tears of laughter running down her cheeks.
When she sees me looking at her, she waves then runs for her van, where I’m sure she’s going to make her escape.
Bitty takes me by surprise when she asks about Nyx. “Well, when are you bringing Nyx? Is it serious? Are you dating her? We saw her on Sunday and liked her. So, when is she going to be coming? ”
“Well, let's see. First, I’m not sure when I’ll bring Nyx.
Second, we’ve only just started seeing each other.
Third, I’m glad you like her.” Sybil and Amelia are now standing next to Bitty and waiting for more information.
“Hm, we’ve only been out once, so you will just have to wait and see how this works out.
But she will be here on Sunday morning for training again.
” That seems to be enough to pacify them for now as they turn away and continue with whatever they were doing.
After a shower, change and ready for work, I realize I never ate when I went into the kitchen. Waylaid by Bitty, I forgot about it and left before they could start asking any more questions.
Down in the common room, it’s unusually quiet at this time of day. The brothers are usually here getting ready for whatever meal Meat has ready. I’m hoping he’s done some smoked ribs and sausages. The thought has my mouth watering.
None of the brothers with a woman are around, and Ruger, Sting, and Brag look down in the mouth. Walking over to them I take a seat before asking, “What’s going on?”
“What’s going on he asks?” Tsk, Ruger spits.
Sting looks at me like I’m stupid, and Brag gives a half-hearted laugh.
Now, it’s more like a sarcastic laugh, if I’m honest. Brag snorts with disgust then states loud and clear, “Jo released a new book. That has all the brothers with a woman rushing home to get laid. Yeah, you know, they’ll be checking out the sex chapters.
Giving it a go and then bragging about it tomorrow. ”
“Oh,” that’s all I manage to say before Ruger snaps.
“I’ve gotta go find a woman. Not caring if it’s a blonde, brunette, redhead, or even bald.
I want a woman to do this cosplay, or reenactment, or whatever the fuck you want to call it.
I’ve even bought the fuckin’ book, how sad is that?
” Ruger stands and gives all of us a disgusted look before picking up the book and stomping away, but we all hear him mumble, “Fucking right hand’s going to be busy again. ”
Not one of us says a word. We are all single, and we all know what is going to happen tomorrow, unless we stay away from the clubhouse and businesses for the day.
That’s not a bad idea. I don’t want to watch Hammer holding his back again because he’s ricked it while playing .
Fucking asshole is bragging if you ask me.
I’m straddling my hog, getting ready to leave for TJs and my night duty on the door when Lincoln walks over to me, with Bones and Arrow behind him, of course.
“You going to work, Colt?” Lincoln asks.
“Yeah, and if I were you I’d stay away from the clubhouse for a few days.”
“Why?” Bones asks.
Turning to give Lincoln a filthy look. “His sister just released a new book.”
“So?” Arrow frowns.
“Well, tomorrow the brothers will all be bragging about the excellent sex they had and how many times. All because they are role playing the scenes in her freaking book. I’m gonna either kill Jo, or get myself a woman, because this is bad, really bad.
She’s a menace.” I don’t say more. I fire up my girl and get out of there.
But I notice the look of disgust on Lincoln’s face at the mention of Jo and sex.
I’m working with Garth tonight, so he’ll not be happy. He’ll be missing his scenes, as he calls them. Chortling as I’m riding at the thought of his moody ass cheers me up somewhat. I know that is weird, but I don’t care.