Page 32 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

NYX

I blink my eyes open, feeling like I have the worst hangover.

I groan. We didn’t even drink. I slowly try to sit up, but soon flop back down.

What the fuck is happening? I lay there for a moment longer before trying again.

This time I roll to my side and lean up a little at a time.

I look around the room and see its empty.

I frown, confused. I move slightly and hear a crinkle of paper.

I look down, seeing a piece of folded paper, and as I open it up and read it, dread settling in.

“FUCK!” I yell. I move quickly, and as soon as I go to stand, my legs give out and I collapse to the floor. “Shit, shit,” I curse. “Eden! Betsy! Bernie!” I yell as loud as I can.

The door swings open and Betsy storms in, her gun poised and ready to shoot. She looks down at me and frowns, seeing me on the floor. “Why are you down there?” she asks, confused.

“Mor fucking roofied me!” I snap.

“Oh!” Betsy snorts a laugh.

“It’s not fucking funny,” I growl.

Eden comes barrelling through the door with her gun aimed. “What happened?” she asks, looking around and checking the bathroom for intruders.

“Mor roofied Nyx,” Betsy snorts.

Eden laughs. “What did you do to piss her off? I thought you were fucking each other’s brains out?” she asks.

“Tell me about it. You’re lucky I heard you. I’ve been sat with noise cancelling headphones on so I didn’t have to listen to you two going at it,” Betsy says with disgust.

“Jesus fucking Christ, will you just help me up?” I sigh.

“Ooohhh, pissy much?” Eden says sarcastically as her and Betsy walks towards me. They both bend down and help me to sit on the bed. “Fuck dude, easy on the carbs,” Eden groans.

“Fuck you,” I say, flipping her off. “Read this.” I hand her the note, and Eden takes it and holds it for her and Betsy to read. They reach the end and look at each other, their faces going soft. “Awww. It’s finally happened,” Eden coos. “I knew it would. Love always wins out,” she sighs.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling my head pounding. “She’s gone after fucking Henry on her own,” I seethe.

Eden and Betsy both look at me like I’ve lost my mind. “We can read,” Betsy snaps. “You know this is Mor, right?” she asks.

“I know she can stand up for herself and take a man down, but she has no fucking idea what she’s going into,” I explain.

Eden shrugs. “She knows. She has trained and fought people like Henry her entire life. Since she could walk and talk, her mom taught her how to say no before she said Mama. Her entire life has been about fighting men like Henry. Don’t underestimate her,” Eden states.

“I’m not, but you’ve got to agree she shouldn’t be going in alone,” I point out.

Eden gives Betsy a side glance. Betsy sighs. “Fine. You know we will get there, and it will be for nothing. Just like it always is.”

“Remember, he held her prisoner just a couple of weeks ago,” I point out.

“Yeah, but that was different. She was in the middle of nowhere. If she got out, she wouldn’t have anywhere to go.” Eden shrugs.

“But how do you know where she is now?” I ask.

Betsy pulls out her phone and turns it around to face me. “She’s at the docks,” she says as a dot flashes on a map, showing her location.

“Right, let’s go,” I say as I try to stand. I wobble on my feet before falling back on the bed.

“Easy there, Bambi.” Eden laughs. “Betsy, get the antidote,” Eden orders.

“Fine, but you can explain all this to Bernie,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out.

“So, how did you get her to cave? You fuck the love out of her? Held her at gun point? Pfft. Who am I kidding? She would have let you shoot her before admitting she’s in love,” Eden snorts.

I frown at her. “Aren’t you the tiniest bit concerned that she is out there facing him on her own?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I trust her. Knowing Mor, she’s probably got a couple of grenades on her.” Eden shrugs.

Betsy walks back in with a syringe with a really long needle. “Mor raided storage. Three grenades are gone,” she states, biting off the protective plastic. “Okay, drop your trousers and bend over,” Betsy orders.

“You can’t inject that anywhere else?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Nope,” she says sternly, yet still avoiding eye contact.

I stand slightly while leaning against the bed for support and undo my jeans, just enough for her to stab the needle in my ass. I bend over and she jabs it in hard. “Ow!” I hiss.

“Baby,” Eden mutters.

I pull my jeans back up. “Right, can we go now?” I ask.

“Yeah, but you can tell Bernie,” Eden says as she stands. I stand with her, still feeling wobbly, but sturdier on my feet.

“I thought Betsy said you have to tell her,” I point out.

She looks at me. “I’m saying you can tell her,” she quips.

I rub my face. Fuck, these women are a pain in my ass.

As we walk into the main bar area, we see Bernie giving food to the few lap dogs I’ve seen about.

Not that cunt Nathanial, who I am dying to beat his ass.

I eye each of them, wondering which one Mor has slept with, feeling jealousy rising within me.

“No point trying to guess. She’s had all of them,” Eden mutters to me. I snap my gaze to her. She grins. “Jealous much?” She winks.

“Why the fuck would you tell me that?” I snap.

She shrugs. “No different than a male club with their bunnies. Suck it up, buttercup,” she sings before yelling. “Bernie, Mor has gone to take out Henry on her own, and she’s admitted she’s in love with Nyx,” Eden says as she walks over to grab a drink.

Bernie places her hands on her hips and glares at me. “And you let her go alone, after she admitted she loved you?” Bernie chastises. Immediately, I feel like I’m a kid again being told off by my grandma for stealing a cookie.

“She drugged me and told me in the note that she left that she was in love with me,” I defend.

“Note,” Bernie demands, holding out her hand. Betsy hands it to her.

“How come you have it?” I ask.

“Evidence.” Betsy shrugs.

“Evidence for what?” I ask, confused.

“Just in case she denies ever falling in love, we have the proof to shove in her face.” Eden grins.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “How are you not fucking concerned that she is in serious shit right now? She could be fighting for her fucking life, and you are all just laughing, joking, and eating fucking chicken!” I rant.

Betsy puts down the piece of chicken and wipes her mouth, looking down at her hands.

Eden moves to stand protectively in front of her. “Know your fucking place. Yell like that again, I will shove that chicken up your ass,” she hisses.

I take in a slow, steadying breath. “I’m sorry,” I breathe out. I lean around and look to Betsy. “I’m sorry,” I apologise.

“Good. Now let’s go and get our girl,” Eden says, patting my cheek.

I want to yell finally, but I keep my mouth shut. I’m just desperate to get to her. I need to get to her.

We head to the van and Eden pauses. “What a bitch.” She grins, looking down at the flat tyre. She clicks her fingers and the two lap dogs begin changing the tyre.

“So, are they the club’s servants or something?’ I ask.

Betsy frowns. “No! They are here because they choose to be. We don’t just use them like they’re nothing.

“Well, Mor did.” Eden snorts. A growl of irritation rumbles from my chest. “Sorry,” she mutters, wincing.

I walk around to the driver’s seat, about to get in.

“Er, what do you think you’re doing?” Bernie asks, coming up behind me.

“I was going to drive,” I state.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snaps, shoving me out of the way.

Eden snorts. “Our club, and the women are in charge. In the back, princess.” Eden winks.

The lap dogs finish up with the tyre and join me in the back. I try to think of everything but Mor with these guys, or I may open the side door and throw them out as Bernie speeds through traffic.

“Easy, Bernie!” Betsy complains, holding on as she turns sharply.

“Hush!” Bernie snaps.

After an insane journey to the docks, Bernie comes to a skidding halt, slamming on her breaks so hard we slam forward. “Fuck,” I complain, holding my head.

“Okay, I’ve checked the security and various entrances to the boat.

By my calculations, comparing to the normal staff rota and accounting for the fact that Henry will be on high alert right now, there should be three guards at each entrance.

If we take the starboard entrance, it’s going to take the other guards at least two point six minutes to reach us.

Giving us just enough time to take out the others quickly and quietly,” Betsy says as she stares down at her tablet.

“You just figure that out on the way over?” I ask, stunned.

She nods, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Yes, it was easy enough.” She shrugs like it was nothing.

“Okay lapdogs, you stay here and guard the van If we need you, we will send the signal,” Eden orders, handing them guns out of a duffel bag. When did they load up on guns? “Bernie, stay with the lap dogs.”

“I’m more than capable of going in there and kicking ass like you,” Bernie argues.

“I know, but we need you here,” Eden states.

“Bullshit.” Bernie rolls her eyes. “I know when I’m being called old,” she tuts.

Eden smirks as she hands me a gun. “It’s fully loaded, so listen to what I say and don’t try and be a hero. That’s what will get you killed,” she states.

Betsy cocks her gun. “Let’s do this.” She nods.

We jump out of the van and keep low. I spot Mor’s bike up ahead, feeling slightly relieved that we have the right place. We spot two of Henry’s men on the dock, armed and with radios. Before I can say anything, Betsy crouches and fires two quick shots, hitting both of them in the head.

I look at her with surprise. “Jesus, you’re like a lethal care bear,” I mutter. She gives me a tight grin, pushing her glasses up her nose before running to the entrance of the boat.

“More on the other side of the door,” Eden whispers, then she knocks.