The Sinner Unleashed (L.A. Sinners MC Book 2)

by J. L. Leslie

  “I’m on my way.”

  I throw my leg over the bike and grab the helmet. Mackenzie is staring at me, obviously concerned. I should tell her to go home, not to worry, but I can’t bring myself to be that big of an asshole. Not about this.

  “Layla’s missing,” I let her know and I can instantly see how that wrecks her. She can pretend to hate Harper all she wants, but she loves both her and Layla. “I’m going to the clubhouse to see what Lucien wants to do.”

  “I’m coming with you.”

  “Maybe you should go on to work. I’ll call you when I know something.”

  “Fuck that,” she says. “It’s only seven o’clock. I’m coming with you.”

  It’s not a good idea, considering everything, but I won’t keep her from going. I nod and start the bike. I wait on her to get her helmet strapped on and her engine going before I take off.

  When we were riding last night, it was carefree. She was working out a dilemma, and I was there, riding away my frustration. It seemed to work for the both of us.

  This time our ride is with purpose. We push our bikes as fast as they will go, anxious to get to the clubhouse and hopefully find some answers.

  When we arrive, Lucien is in full president mode. He’s barking out orders, sending members out to search for her. Harper is holding it together, passing out pictures of Layla to each of the guys that are getting ready to head out.

  She spots Mackenzie and rushes over to her. Mackenzie wraps her in a hug, the two of them holding each other in comfort.

  It’s fucked how it takes a tragedy to bring people together.

  Mackenzie

  If it were any other situation, I wouldn’t be hugging Harper. I’m still pissed at her, so fucking pissed about what she’s done. She fell for the enemy and turned her back on Hell’s Fury.

  The moment the thought runs through my mind, I stiffen. Am I doing the same thing with Warren?

  While I was with him last night, my decision to present my plan to Donia was solidified. I do not want to fight with the Sinners anymore. I want to move past that part of my life and run Hell’s Fury the right way.

  We are an all-female motorcycle club. We are strong and fearless, but we need allies, and it’s time we make the Sinners our ally, not our enemy.

  “What if we don’t find her?” Harper cries, and I wipe my tears away before leaning back from her.

  “We will find her,” I promise her, thumbing away her tears.

  “She was taken right from her bed, Mackenzie. How did I let that happen? I’ve already lost you,” she tells me. “I can’t lose her too.”

  “I’m still here,” I assure her, and I swear, it’s like a weight is lifted off my shoulders.

  I don’t have to be pissed off all the time. I don’t have to hold grudges. I can let go. Somehow, in the middle of being his prisoner, Warren taught me that.

  “Did you check the location on her cell phone?” I ask.

  Lucien nods. “Harco is on it, but the phone is turned off. It’s not picking up a location.”

  “Let me see what I can do,” I offer and pull my phone from my back pocket. I dial Agent Redmond, and he picks up after a couple of rings. “I know it’s early, but I need a favor. It’s an emergency.”

  “Another one?” he replies gruffly.

  “Yes,” I reply, not going into an explanation. “I need a phone traced, and I need it done as quickly as possible.”

  “Should I even ask why you’re calling me for this?”

  “Please don’t,” I tell him. “I’m texting you the number.”

  I hang up and send him Layla’s contact information. The men head out, pictures in hand, to go look for her. Lucien, Warren, Harper and I wait to hear back from Agent Redmond.

  A few minutes later, my phone lights up with an incoming message. I open it, and it’s a GPS location of Layla’s phone. I forward it to everyone and jump when Lucien lets out a string of curses. I look back down at the map until I realize the location.

  “That can’t be,” I mumble.

  “If anything has happened to her,” Lucien warns. “You’re all fucking dead.”

  He puts his phone to his ear as he walks away from me, calling the Sinners and informing them of Layla’s location. Our clubhouse.

  “Harper, she wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. You know that.”

  Harper shakes her head, her face streaked with tears. “I don’t know what Donia’s capable of anymore.”

  I don’t argue with her. Knowing we’re responsible for the death of those Sinners, I can’t say I disagree.

  Donia wants to win this war, more than anything, and she’ll do whatever it takes. Even if that means taking innocent lives in the process.

  Warren takes my hand, leading me outside to our bikes. When he gets on his, he looks over at me before pulling on his helmet.

  “Remember our promise to each other, Mackenzie,” he tells me. “We can’t forget that.”

  We promised to forgive each other, no matter what we did in this war. Him reminding me of that is his way of telling me he’s going to take care of the Sinners. Fuck anyone who gets in his way.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Warren

  Damn it; I truly thought someone else was to blame. I thought Hell’s Fury was a pawn in someone else’s game, meant to make us go to war with them, but it was them the whole time.

  They killed Billy and Hatcher, ruthlessly murdered them, and now they’ve taken Layla. Stolen her right from her bed. How does this shit even happen?

  Layla has nothing to do with the Sinners. She’s only a kid.

  Involving her is stooping lower than I imagined any enemy would. I know there are casualties in every war, lives are lost, and people are devastated by the destruction.

  But where do we draw the line? Where does it end? When is there enough bloodshed?

  I pull up behind Lucien and Harper, both of them getting off their bikes the moment they come to a stop. The place looks empty, and I fear Layla won’t be here after all.

  “Where is everyone else?” I ask Lucien.

  “They should have beaten us here,” he replies. “Wiggie’s not fucking answering, and I’m not waiting.”

  He opens the bag on his bike and pulls out a nine-millimeter, handing two to Harper and tossing two to me. I have my third gun in the waistband of my jeans, just as he does.

  “What about me?” Mackenzie asks. “Am I supposed to go in unarmed?”

  Lucien ignores her, stalking toward the door with Harper following close behind. I shoot Mackenzie an apologetic look and tell her to get behind me.

  The door is unlocked, and as we walk inside, I feel as though we’re walking into a trap. It shouldn’t be this easy, but it is, and right there in the room is Layla.

  The damn kid is playing Fortnite as though she doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. She finally realizes we’ve come in and hops up from the sofa, but before she can rush over to us, Donia steps in front of her followed by several other women. They easily have us outnumbered.

  “Go back and play, Layla. We’re going to have a little meeting.”

  “Donia, what are you doing?” Mackenzie asks, walking around me.

  She stops dead in her tracks when Donia raises a gun at her, leveling it right at her. I follow my instinct, stepping in front of her.

  Donia laughs, shaking her head. “I didn’t want to believe it, Mackenzie, but damn it, you’ve proven it right here.”

  “I’m not carrying a weapon, Donia,” Mackenzie replies. “This has to stop!”

  I stand there, guns raised, and so does Lucien and Harper. I can see that Layla is crying, not as oblivious to what’s happening as we would like her to be. Her little fingers shake as she tries to operate the game controller.

  “He told me you would say that, warned me all about how you were working with them,” Donia sneers.

  “I don’t –”

  “He wasn’t blind to your betrayal, and neither was I!” she scre
ams. “Did you tell them what we did? Did you tell them how it was us who killed their men?”

  Fuck. Mackenzie knew, and she didn’t say a word. She stood by while our men were getting slaughtered.

  “Forgive me,” she whispers in my ear.

  “But we got our punishment too, didn’t we?” Donia asks, looking over to Lucien. “Suzanne.”

  “We delivered her body to you after we found her. I showed you the footage. You know that wasn’t us,” Lucien replies.

  “What about Marla?” she challenges. “Did you deliver her back to us or dump her in a shallow grave?”

  It’s all starting to make sense to me now. The “he” Donia mentioned. How she knows about us burying Marla. There’s only one outsider who knew about Marla.

  “What else did Suggs tell you?” I ask her.

  “Oh, you’re a smart one, aren’t you?” she smiles. “Christopher Suggs. Damn, he’s good at what he does. Gutted your men like fish.”

  “And your women too,” I put in, but Donia shakes her head. “Don’t be fucking blind, Donia! We aren’t responsible for their deaths!”

  Suggs betrayed Donia too. Right after she contracted him to kill us.

  Mackenzie

  Warren’s voice is full of conviction, the truth. The Sinners didn’t kill Suzanne and Marla. Suggs did, but why? Why would he take the job offer from Donia, eliminating the Sinners, but kill our members too? Unless he’s working for someone else.

  “Tell me what you want!” Lucien rages, no longer in the mood to talk.

  Donia looks at the women, my fellow club members, standing beside her. “What do we want?” she asks them. “What a loaded fucking question!”

  “Donia, please,” Harper pleads with her. “Layla has nothing to do with this.”

  “And neither does my daughter!” she screams. “They aren’t part of this war, but you took her, so I took little Layla!”

  “We don’t have Phoenix!” Harper assures her. “I swear it to you!”

  “Tell you what, we can make a trade,” Donia offers. “My daughter for yours!”

  I rack my brain trying to piece it all together. Donia truly believes the Sinners took Phoenix as retaliation. She would not have taken Layla otherwise.

  “Donia, listen, if Phoenix has been taken, it wasn’t by the Sinners. Suggs has betrayed you.” I attempt to make her see reason. “He’s working for someone else. He has to be.”

  “He works for me!”

  “Don’t be a fucking idiot, Donia,” Lucien tells her. “I’ve known Suggs a long time, and he goes where the money is. If someone outbid you, then he screwed you over. Do you really want Layla to be hurt because you can’t see that?”

  “Where is my daughter?” Donia asks and turns the gun she’s holding on Layla. I hear her sobbing, terrified of what’s happening. “I won’t ask again.”

  I can see it on her face; she isn’t bluffing. I reach in the back of Warren’s pants and get his Beretta, aiming and firing it at the woman I’ve looked up to for so long. Blood seeps through the front of Donia’s shirt, and she starts to crumple to her knees.

  “No!” Lucien screams as she pulls the trigger.

  I stand in horror as I watch Layla drop the controller she’s holding and slump over on the sofa. The other members are at a loss for what to do. Annie is holding Donia as she struggles to breathe. Lucien and Harper have rushed to Layla’s side.

  Her tiny body is limp as Lucien lifts her up. She has a gunshot wound to her abdomen, and she’s bleeding out quickly. No one stops them as they run through, desperate to get help for Layla.

  “Finish it,” Lucien orders Warren. “I want her dead.”

  Lucien stands alone, his guns still raised and still ready for war. He’ll follow Lucien’s order or die trying.

  “Stand down!” I command the remaining members of Hell’s Fury. They look at me, unsure of what to do. “Stand the fuck down!”

  Annie looks up from where she’s holding Donia. “Do it,” she cries. “It’s over!”

  I walk over to where Donia is, her hands are covered in blood as she tries to put pressure on her wound. She won’t make it out of here alive though.

  “Phoenix,” she pleads.

  “I promise you; I’ll find her,” I let her know, and then I put a bullet right between her eyes, knowing there’s no way in hell she would want to be taken out by a Sinner.

  “What now?” Heather asks, and the sentiment is the same with the other members.

  “Change,” I answer them.

  “Let’s get this place cleaned up,” Annie says, easing Donia’s lifeless body off her lap. “We have a sister to lay to rest.”

  I turn to Warren, who has now lowered his guns. I love the fact that he stayed, faced us all without fear. I go over to him and ask him if he’s ready to go.

  “Stay with them if you need to,” he tells me. “I have to go check on the Sinners. Find out why they never showed up.”

  I give him a soft peck on the lips and then tell him with a wink, “I have to go kill my boyfriend.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Warren

  I’m torn between going to the hospital to check on Layla or going to find out what the fuck happened to the Sinners. I trust that Lucien and Harper have Layla taken care of, so I decide to go see what happened to our guys.

  I try Wiggie again, but he still doesn’t answer. I’m not even sure where to look, but my gut tells me to check our store. The only thing that would keep them from coming to help Lucien was if they were under attack.

  Whoever Suggs is actually working for wanted us to go to the Hell’s Fury clubhouse. Wanted us to be caught up in a war that they were creating.

  “I know where he is,” Mackenzie calls out, holding her phone up.

  Damn, it’s nice to have connections.

  “Tell me where and I’ll come as soon as I find out what’s happened with the Sinners.”

  She gives me the address, and we part ways. As I suspected, the Sinners are at the auto parts store. The place is up in flames, and they’re doing their damnedest to get our product out safely. Almost all of our product is in that store.

  Wiggie has black smudges all over his arms and face from going in and out of the burning building. He’s instructing Harco and Reid on where to move the product too.

  “The whole fucking place was up in flames,” he yells to me. “We’re not going to be able to save it all.”

  I grab one of the boxes and start carrying it over to be loaded. As I put it in the back of the truck, I notice the seal is broken. I tear the box open and let out a curse. It’s gone! The product is gone!

  “It’s not here!” I rush over to Wiggie. “Get everyone out! Get them all out! It’s a fucking death trap!”

  We step inside the door, the flames licking at us as we holler for our guys to leave it. It’s all burning and collapsing around us. We manage to get out before the roof caves in.

  I hear sirens in the distance, and I know Wiggie waited to call them until we knew our product was out. We all stand back, surveying the damage done to our new property and trying to figure out where the fuck our product is.

  If we don’t get it back, we’ll negate on our deliveries and our clients will be in an uproar, not to mention Braga. Why the hell would he continue to supply us if we make good on the shit we already had?

  I take a step back from the smoke and call Lucien. I know he’s dealing with a lot, but he needs to know what has happened here.

  “Yeah,” he barks into the phone.

  “How is she?” I ask him, not sure I want to know the answer.

  I hear a door close, and Lucien comes back on the line. “She’s in surgery.”

  He doesn’t elaborate, or tell me what the doctors are thinking. This kid is seven fucking years old and fighting for her life because of some damn club war.

  I’m not sure Lucien even knows how to cope if he loses her.

  “Wiggie called me about the store,” Lucien says. “Did yo
u get the product out?”

  “It wasn’t there. Someone got to it before we made it there.”

  “Get it back,” he orders and hangs up the phone.

  I tell Wiggie what he said, and he curses. “We don’t even know where the fuck to start.”

  I pull up the address Mackenzie gave me and send it to him. “I know exactly where to start.”

  For whatever reason, Suggs chose to take us on. He might have been carrying out a job, but he crossed the line when he interfered with club business.

  If Mackenzie hasn’t finished him off, he can find out how we handle a traitor.

  Mackenzie

  I continue watching the video, growing more furious as the minutes pass. I had every intention of walking into this house and taking Suggs’ life. Putting an end to that piece of shit.

  But he wasn’t here.

  The GPS lead me right to his phone, and the moment I found the place empty, I knew he’d left it there for me. He wanted me to see what he was. He wanted me to know exactly how he played me.

  I watched the video, witnessing exactly how sick the man I was spending my time with is. He documented a lot of our moments together, including the one where Warren watched us.

  He’s hardly noticeable, but the camera caught a glimpse of him. I almost convinced myself this was why he killed Suzanne and Marla, but Suzanne was dead before the video was taken.

  In between scenes of us fucking, Suggs is there killing the Sinners and my two friends. The details are so gruesome I nearly vomit, especially when his maniacal laughter fills the silence of this room. He enjoyed carrying out his jobs.

  I assume Suggs was staying here in this one-room house. There’s a makeshift bed and a mini-fridge. Everything else has been cleaned out. He knew someone would be coming for him, either the Sinners or us.

  I still don’t understand why he did what he did. I thought he was Lucien’s friend, his ally. Why turn on him? Was it only for the money?

  “Look at the camera right there, sweetie,” I hear his voice, and I focus back on the video. “You can scream as loud as you want, and no one is coming for you.”