Page 2 of Creed (Satan’s Fury MC- Little Rock #6)

CREED

“ Y ou’re still here?” I cocked my brow, and Skid was quick to pick up on my irritation. “My bad. I thought you left a few hours ago.”

“On my way out.” I looked over at Skid, and even though it was after two in the morning, he looked raring to go. “What about you? Got big plans or heading home?”

“Meeting up with a friend.”

“A friend, huh?” His smile grew wider, giving me the only answer I needed. “Well, I hope you two have a good one. I’m out of here.”

“Sure thing, boss. I’ll finish locking up and catch ya at the clubhouse tomorrow.”

I nodded as I headed out the door. It had been a long night.

We were still trying to balance out shifts between here and the casino, so I’d agreed to pull a double, giving Seven and Memphis a chance to catch their breath before the long weekend.

I was beat. I just wanted to get horizontal before the sun came up.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

Not by a long shot.

I grabbed my keys from my pocket, and I was almost to my truck when I heard it.

A strange scuffle from the back of the lot.

Before I had a chance to turn, I heard a woman’s voice screeching, “No, stop. Get off me!”

It was the kind of scream that sliced through the darkness of night and grabbed you by the spine. I whipped around and spotted two guys and some chick I’d never seen before. It was too dark to get a good look at the guys’ faces, but I could see well enough to tell that they were up to no good.

One of them had his hands under a girl’s arm, trying to shove her in the back seat of some rundown Lexus while the other kept a look out. Asshole was dumb enough to think that there was no one around to stop them.

He was about to find out how wrong he was.

Rage washed over me as I charged towards them.

As I got closer, I could see that the girl was young, barely old enough to be in the damn club, and it looked like she’d been partying hard. Her heel was broken, her makeup smeared, and she looked to be struggling to stand without wobbling.

She was either drunk out of her gourd or high as a fucking kite, but that didn’t stop her from fighting them off. No. She was giving them all kinds of hell. Nails clawing, feet kicking, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. “Stop! Help! Someone help me!”

These assholes were actually trying to kidnap her. No way in hell I was going to let that happen. When the guy holding her caught me coming towards them, he paused and sneered, “Move along, old man. She’s my girl.”

“Then, you won’t mind if she tells me that herself.”

The girl looked up at me, and even in the dark, I could see that her pupils were blown wide. Her lips were trembling as she shook her head weakly.“ No.”

Wrong answer, fuckface.

I grabbed the first one by the back of his collar and yanked him off her. He barely had time to blink before my fist met his jaw with a blow that echoed off the brick wall. And just like that, he went down like dead weight. Fucking pussy.

He’d barely hit the ground when the second asshole lunged at me, pulling some weak swing like he thought he was going to actually land on me.

Not a chance. I caught his wrist midair and twisted it behind him until he screamed like a little girl.

I brought my elbow down into his nose, and I felt it break with the hit. Heard it, too.

They tried to scramble and get away, but I wasn’t finished.

Not even close.

I grabbed the first one from the ground and started laying into him. Punch after punch, and then, I moved to his buddy. I beat the hell out of them. Both of them.

This wasn’t just some brawl in the parking lot. I was sending them both a fucking message. I broke ribs, cracked lips, and busted knees. I made sure every blow counted—not just for her but for every other girl they’d ever laid hands on.

When they finally stopped twitching, I opened their car door and reached inside, popping the trunk. I tossed one in, and I was about to go for the next when I heard Skid coming up behind me. “What the fuck?”

“They were trying to take the girl.”

Skid rushed over and knelt beside the girl as she was still pretty out of it. “They drug her or something?”

“No idea.”

I grabbed the second guy and tossed him inside the trunk with his buddy. I made sure their arms and legs were tucked in and slammed it shut. I leaned back on the taillight and lit a smoke. My hands were still shaking with fury when I pulled my burner from my cut and dialed Smitty’s number.

“Got a gift for Grim,” I said. “Two of ’em. They’re over at the back lot of the Vault. In the trunk of a silver Lexus. Come get ‘em. And tell Grim they tried to take a girl.”

“Got it. On our way.”

I hung up and turned my attention to Skid. He was trying his best to get her to come around but wasn’t having much luck. “Hey, hey. Stay with me now.”

“They were…”

“Hey, you’re okay. Creed got ‘em for ya.”

She blinked and tried to open her eyes as she explained, “They gave me something… I didn’t want it. I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

I tossed my cigarette and went over to her, kneeling beside her. “He’s right. You’re okay now. We’re gonna get you home.”

She leaned against me like the fight had finally drained out of her, and I cradled her against my chest like a damn child. Her head wobbled back, and she closed her eyes. The girl was close to passing completely out when I gave her a slight shake. “Need to know where you live.”

She mumbled it out. It was barely coherent, but I was able to make out an apartment complex off Cantrell. I lifted her gently, and Skid helped me get her in the passenger seat of my truck. “Stay with the car until Smitty gets here.”

“You sure you don’t want me to come give you a hand with her?”

“I’ve got it. Just stay here and wait for Smitty. Then go see that friend of yours.”

He nodded and watched as I backed out of the parking lot. I drove over to her place with one eye on the road and the other on her, making sure she stayed breathing.

By the time I pulled into the parking lot, she was out. I reached for her purse and sifted through it until I found her keys. Thankfully, it had her apartment number etched into the center, so I had some clue where I was going. I scooped her up and headed up to her apartment.

I had no way of knowing if she had a roommate or a boyfriend, so when I reached her door, I knocked and waited a few seconds to see if anyone would answer.

I was about to knock again when I heard the lock unlatch, and the door eased open.

A short redhead peered through the crack, and her mouth dropped when she saw that I had her roommate.

“Oh my, God! Gabbi!” She opened the door further as she asked, “What happened? Is she okay?”

“She’s a little out of it, but she’s fine.” I carried her over to the sofa as I told the roommate, “She had a run-in with some guys at the club. Looked like they were trying to take her.”

“Take her?”

“Two guys were trying to force her into their car.”

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Did you call the police?”

“No, but I’m taking care of it.”

“What do you mean, you’re taking care of it?”

“I’m. Taking. Care. Of. It.” I held her gaze for a moment, then covered the girl with a blanket and started for the door. “Might wanna get her some water and a couple of Tylenol. She’s gonna need ‘em.”

“That’s it?”

“Your friend got lucky tonight.” I turned and looked at the young roommate as I said, “She had no business being at the club alone. If she keeps at it, she might not be so lucky next time.”

“I know. She’s going through some things, but I’ll talk to her.”

“Be sure that you do, and if you need anything…” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a card. “Give me a call. The name’s Creed.”

“Okay. Hopefully, we won’t but thank you.”

I gave her a nod before continuing out the door.

It was beyond late, and I was ready to call it a night.

My place was half an hour away, and in a few hours, I’d have to turn around and come right back.

So, I opted to stay at the clubhouse. It was just easier, and I was hopeful that it was late enough that most of the guys had already settled in for the night.

When I got there, I was pleased to see that it was quiet.

Most of the lights were out, and there was no music coming from the bar.

I took that as a good sign as I made my way to my room.

I took a quick shower and landed myself in bed.

I was hoping to get at least a couple of hours of sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I found myself thinking about that girl.

She was just a kid. She was somebody’s daughter, and God knows what those two assholes had planned for her.

It was that thought that kept my sleep at bay.

I tossed and turned for a few hours, and when it was clear that sleep wasn’t in the cards for me, I gave up.

I got out of bed, got dressed, and made my way out to Grim’s holding room.

I was curious to see how things were going with him and the two assholes I’d sent over.

But when I walked in, the lights were out, and there was no sign of Grim.

I was about to pull out my phone and call Smitty when something in the holding room caught my eye.

I opened the door and flipped on the light, and I was pleased to see that both men were there.

Grim had them bound with their hands above their heads, and they were out cold with even more wounds than they’d had when I shoved them in the trunk. He’d worked them over good, and that had me feeling a sense of satisfaction as I made my way back inside and into the kitchen.

I was in dire need of some caffeine.

I was up before everyone else, so the making of said coffee was up to me.

I wasn’t exactly good at it. It came out strong, borderline sludge, but it was hot and had plenty of caffeine.

It was just what I needed. I made a couple of eggs and toast, and I’d just sat down to eat when the back door creaked open.