Page 41 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)

Chapter nineteen

Wyatt

M aizie is a mess. Though she’s not screaming and crying or sitting in a corner rocking back and forth, I can practically taste the fear emanating from her.

Shit, from everyone. Those assholes thought they could come into our town and take the people we love.

We’re going to show them what a deadly mistake that was.

Knox, Linc, Barrett, and Ozzy are in the basement gathering all the weapons we’ll be taking with us.

We were actually in the process of doing just that when I got the call from Maizie.

Our plan was to head out to Arizona in two days and take those fucks by surprise.

Now they’ve moved up the timeline. Stupid assholes.

Jude and I are standing by the van with our women as Braxton takes off through the gate.

“Where is he going?” Maizie asks.

“To Knox and Mia’s. Charlie was over there when you called me. We don’t know how many Bone Breakers are in town or who they might be keeping tabs on. We don’t want to be spread thin, so Mia and Charlie are going to stay together, and Braxton is going to be their shadow.”

I’d much prefer Maizie and Lucy to stay with them as well, but when I brought it up, Maizie let me know that, under no uncertain terms, she was going to be there when we got Colby back.

Lucy is an ace shot and has been working with Maizie at the shooting range.

It goes against every fiber of my being to have her with us when we hit the motel, but I also know she’s more than capable with a gun if the need arises.

And I know when not to argue—especially with a mother who’s as fierce as Maizie.

“Wyatt, I’m so scared,” Maizie whispers. “I finally have someone I love who I know loves me back and loves my kid, and now you could be taken away from me.”

She buries her head in my chest, and I feel her body shudder with the tears she’s trying to hold back.

This isn’t the way I wanted her to tell me that she loves me, but it’s not as though I didn’t already know that.

Hell, she knows damn well how I feel about her, but I would have preferred we not be in this situation when we said those words to each other for the first time.

Things don’t always go as planned, though, and I’m not walking away from her tonight without her knowing for a fact that I feel the same way.

“I love you, Maizie, and I’ll be damned if I have that taken away just when we’re getting started. The only outcome I’ll accept is walking out of that motel room with our kid and growing old and gray with tons of grandbabies running around our house. You get me?”

She looks up and nods.

“This is forever. You, me, Colby and any more babies you let me put in you. No one is taking that from us.”

“I love you. So much,” she says as tears run down her cheeks.

When my brothers emerge from the clubhouse, each carrying a black duffel bag loaded with weapons and extra ammo, Linc walks up to Lucy and hands her a gun.

“I believe this is your favorite,” he says.

She nods, checks the barrel to make sure it’s loaded and the safety is on, then tucks it in the holster she’s wearing. “Thank you.”

Ozzy comes over to us and hands Maizie a gun as well. “I’ve seen you shoot. You’re damn good. If anyone other than one of us comes out of the motel, don’t hesitate. Protect yourself and Colby.”

“Got it,” she replies.

Ozzy turns to the group. “Let’s roll out.”

He gets in the driver’s side of the van, and Knox sits in the front with him while Cash and Barrett load the bags into the back. The rest of us get in, taking our places on the bench seats that line the wall of the van.

Ozzy enters the location of the motel into the GPS. “Forty-five minutes,” he tells us.

The ride is quiet, each of us thinking about what’s going to happen when we get there. At least that’s what’s going through my head as we make our way down the highway.

This is what I do every time we head out on any mission like this or run for the Monaghan family.

I visualize how it’s going to go down, imagine the plan going smoothly, and then I think about being home or going to Thorn and Thistle to see Maizie after everyone is safe and back in Shine.

It helps center me to imagine being on the other side of whatever we’re doing.

Maizie didn’t even know she was my center every time I walked into Thorn and Thistle, but she was, and she always will be.

We pull up to the motel and park the van across the street from the one-story building.

It’s your typical nondescript building with a neon-red sign over the office and a light from somewhere in the back, illuminated through the glass that reaches from the ground to the roof.

There are two cars parked in the lot in front of the rooms, but we don’t see any bikes.

“The owner works most nights by himself,” Barrett says. “Met him a couple times. Nice guy. I’ll go have a chat with him.”

He gets out of the van and jogs to the office. We watch Barrett talk to a man behind the desk. He nods, and as Barrett is walking out of the office door, the office sign above him goes dark and the NO is illuminated next to the vacancy sign.

Barrett gets back in the van and closes the door behind him.

“They’re here. Rooms five and six. He said there were three Bone Breakers here, but he didn’t see anyone else with them.

Those are their cars,” he says, pointing to the two late-model sedans.

“He turned the security cameras off for the night and is heading home.”

“You trust him?” Cash asks.

“I trust that he knows what will happen if he goes to the police or anyone else about us being here. The grand I slid his way didn’t seem to hurt any, either. I also promised that we would have everything cleaned up by morning. It’ll be as though nothing happened.”

This isn’t the first time we’ve had to do a cleanup after a night like this.

“The farmer know we’ll be making a stop at his place tonight?” Linc asks, and Knox nods. The pigs will be eating well tonight.

The door to room five opens, and out walks one of the assholes.

He’s got a bloody bandage wrapped around his arm and seems to be limping, too.

Good dog , I think to myself. We watch as he opens the door to room six and shuts it behind him.

Moments later, room five’s door is opened again, and out steps Nolan Dawson.

He heads to one of the vehicles and backs out of the parking lot, driving in the opposite direction of where we’re parked.

“Okay. Jude, Linc and Knox, you’re room six. Wyatt and Cash, you’re with me in room five. Barrett, you're staying in the van with Lucy and Maizie.”

“Got it, Prez,” Barrett says.

Ozzy looks at my woman and Lucy. “Have the guns ready. Remember what I said. If anyone comes out of those rooms who isn’t us, take them out.”

Maizie removes her gun from the back of her jeans and holds it in her lap.

Ozzy opens the driver’s side door, and Barrett climbs up to have a seat behind the wheel, just in case we need to make a quick getaway.

“I love you, baby. Colby will be in your arms before you know it,” I tell Maizie and take her face in my hands, bringing her lips to mine for a soft kiss.

“I love you, too, Wyatt. Go get our son.”

I stare into her deep whiskey-colored eyes, hoping she can see the promise in mine.

Linc opens the door, and we all quietly pile out the back. Lucy moves to shut the van door behind us.

“Hey, Lucifer,” Jude says, looking at his woman before she shuts it all the way. “I fucking love you.”

Lucy smiles. “I love your cocky English ass, too.” She smiles and latches the back door of the van.

“You guys are fucking weird,” Linc says.

“I know. Ain’t it grand?” Jude says with a smile tilting his lips.

We make our way across the darkened street, our eyes never leaving the front of the hotel rooms. Linc, Jude and Knox step to the side of the door at room six and we do the same in front of room five.

Ozzy and Knox lock eyes, and Ozzy holds up three fingers, using them to silently count down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Ozzy’s boot crashes into the door at the same time as Knox’s, and we step into the room.

What I see makes my stomach turn.

On the bed, one of the Bone Breakers has Cece pinned to the mattress on her back, her shorts halfway pulled down her hips.

She screams when we burst through the door, and the fat fuck on top of her turns his head.

His eyes widen in shock as he lets go of one of her wrists and reaches for the gun on the nightstand next to the bed.

Before he can grab it, Cash fires two rounds, one hitting him in the shoulder, the other in his neck.

He partially collapses on top of Cece, and Cash takes two long strides, shoving him off of her.

She rolls off the mattress, between the bed and the wall.

Cash points his gun at the dying man’s head and puts a bullet in the back of it, finishing the job that his first two bullets didn’t.

“Colby’s in the bathroom,” Cece yells.

I run to the door, but it’s locked.

“Colby, it’s Wyatt. Stand back.”

I use my shoulder to break down the flimsy door.

The bathroom is small, but I don’t see Colby.

Then I hear crying coming from the other side of the shower.

Ripping open the curtain, my heart breaks at the sight.

Sitting in the tub with his knees against his chest and his hands clutching his ears is a hysterical five-year-old boy.

I kneel and wrap my hands around his small wrists.

“Buddy, it’s me. You’re safe.”

He opens his eyes, and as soon as it registers that it’s me in front of him, he launches himself into my arms.

My arms wrap around him and I hold him tightly to my chest, his little body trembling against me. “Shh, I got you. You’re safe, buddy. You’re safe.”

I don’t know who I’m trying to convince, the terrified boy in my arms or myself.