Fighting Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC; Book 2) (Forsaken Sinners MC Series)

by Shelly Morgan

  My threat must finally seep into his brain because he says, “I’ll talk, just please don’t kill me.”

  “Oh, you’ll talk? The only choice you have now is to how much pain you want to feel before you do,” I leave out the part about me killing him after he spills his guts. Ryan looks at me, almost hopeful, thinking I won’t actually kill him if he gives me what I want, then he tells us what the plan was and who he’s working with.

  “I was only supposed to make the call saying that that Rick guy you’ve been looking for was here at the club. I was told once Lyle left and got to the club, I’d get a text message telling me to call. That’s it. I swear, man,” Ryan says, like what he did wasn’t a big deal. He must not have been paying attention at all during the past six months he’s been a prospect or any of the time he spent with us before that. It doesn’t fucking matter what you do, how small or who it’s fucking over. You go against the club in any way, you’re a fucking dead man. It’s that fucking simple.

  Mack comes up beside me and asks, “Who told you to make the call?” I’m trying to figure out how Rick got to one of our prospects. I know he has something to do with this, but how? Then I get my answer.

  “Trixie. She told me that no one would find out. She said that after I made the call, to just take off for a day or so and she’d call me back when the smoke cleared. Said after it was done, there would be no fall back on me.”

  Turning around, I head for the door with my cell phone already at my ear.

  The phone just rings and rings, “Come on, Louie, pick up the fucking phone,” I yell to myself. Where the fuck is he? Fuck it, I’m heading back to the clubhouse and taking care of the bitch myself.

  Mack, Skinner, Blaze, and Lyle make it to me just as I’m heading out the door. “You call Louie?” Blaze asks.

  “He’s not answering. Somethings wrong and I’m heading back there now,” I grit out.

  None of them say anything as they follow me out to the bikes. “Mack! You want me to take care of things here?” Tyke yells out just as I start up my bike. Not even waiting to hear what Mack says, I take off at a fast clip towards the club. Please fucking be there. Please God, let my girl be all right.

  I make it back to the clubhouse in record time. I’m the first to pull in, but the rest of my brothers aren’t far behind me.

  If I already didn’t know there was something wrong with Louie not answering his phone, I would know by the look of the clubhouse. All the windows are busted in, the doors wide fucking open, and I can smell gas.

  Jumping off my bike, I take off inside, searching for everyone.

  The main room is trashed, but there is no one visible here, so I take off toward the back hall that leads to the rooms. I check them all, but come up empty. Heading back into the main room, I see Mack and Blaze come out of the kitchen, carrying a limp Louie. “Fuck!” I yell as I run over to them. “What the fuck happened to him?”

  “I can only guess that he was knocked out from behind. He’s got a good size gash on the back of his head that’s bleeding like a motherfucker. Where are the girls?” Blaze asks.

  “I searched the back rooms. They’re not here.” I get out, then all of a sudden there’s an explosion that comes from inside the kitchen. “We need to get outta here now. The gas lines were cut. This place is gonna burn to the fucking ground with us inside if we don’t fucking move!” Mack yells.

  I can see flames coming from inside the kitchen, and they’re spreading fast. Lyle and Blaze grab hold of Louie’s feet while Mack and I take his arms, then we haul ass outside. “Where’s Skinner?” I yell to Mack, not seeing him anywhere.

  “He’s at the club with Tyke,” Mack replies and we run outside.

  We barely get out the door before the whole place blows.

  The force of the blast kicks us up a few feet before dropping us onto the hard gravel of the parking lot. My ears are ringing, but I try to shake it off to make sure everyone’s okay.

  I see Mack gingerly getting to his feet, wiping blood off his eyebrow. Other than that, he looks fine.

  Blaze is hunched over Louie, checking him over, but as far as I can tell, Blaze isn’t hurt and Louie isn’t any worse than what he was when we found him.

  I turn slightly and see Lyle still lying on the ground, not moving, and I can see a lot of blood. I try to rush over to him, but on my first step, pain shoots up my right leg. Fuck, that hurts! Looking down, I see a piece of debris sticking out of my calf. Well, that’s not fucking good.

  Mack is instantly by my side. “Are you hurt?” I shake my head and point toward Lyle. “I’ll be fine, but we need to check on Lyle. He’s not moving,” I say, my voice laced with pain and worry for Lyle and the girls. We still have no idea where the fuck they are, but I’m confident they weren’t inside.

  I watch as Mack runs over to where Lyle’s lying face down on the ground with blood everywhere. He rolls him over and starts looking for injuries. I limp on my bad leg over to them and kneel down by his head while Mack is feverishly patting down his body for where the blood is coming from. He’s covered with it. I reach a shaky hand out and check for his pulse, praying that I’m not right, but there’s nothing. Lyle’s gone.

  Falling back onto my ass, I say, “He’s gone.” Even though I’m not speaking to anyone in particular, Mack’s hands instantly stop searching and I can see Blaze stiffen out of the corner of my eye. “He’s gone,” I say again, not really believing it, but knowing it’s true.

  We’re each quiet for a moment, then Mack stands up and yells, “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!” He looks down at Lyle, running his hands through his short hair, then looks toward the clubhouse with flames looking like they are licking the sky.

  I don’t know how long we stay like that, but we snap out of it when we hear a groan coming from Louie.

  “Yo, Louie? You with us, man?” Blaze says to him over the noise of the flames. Louie coughs a little and tries to sit up, but Blaze pushes him back down. “Just stay still, brother. You’ve had a pretty good fucking hit to the head.”

  Mack and I make our way over to where our brothers are at and drop down beside them. “Dani…Sara…,” Louie’s able to finally say. None of us say anything because really, we have no idea where they are or if they’re even okay.

  “We’ve gotta fucking find them. Someone broke into the clubhouse and―” he looks over Blaze’s shoulder as he’s talking and must finally notice the clubhouse in flames. His eyes get big and then he starts freaking out. “NO! Dani! Sara!” He starts struggling against Blaze when he tries to keep him still. “Let me fucking go! We’ve got to get them out of there!”

  We finally get a hold of him and keep him down. “They’re not in there, man. They’re fucking gone. Just settle the fuck down before you hurt yourself even more,” Mack says. Louie looks to him with confusion and anger.

  “What the fuck do you mean they’re not in there? Where the hell are they?” he asks as he looks around the parking lot. That’s when he notices Lyle and comes to the conclusion that I did.

  “No,” he says, knowing that he’s dead.

  A few seconds later, we hear a motorcycle pull in next to where we are still sitting on the gravel. “What the fuck? Are you guys okay?” Tyke asks as he jumps off his bike and runs towards us. Next, Slayer skids to a stop and jumps off his bike.

  “What the fuck happened?” Slayer yells out, looking first at the clubhouse, then at Mack, Blaze, Louie and I, before his eyes finally land on Lyle.

  Slayer rushes over to him and checks his pulse, but when he doesn’t find it, he stands up stiffly and runs his hands through his hair, spewing every curse word he can think of.

  Tyke speaks over his ranting, “Mack, I was able to get more information out of your guy. He said that Trixie was supposed to meet him in ten minutes at some lookout.”

  I cut my eyes instantly to Mack. He must be able to read my thoughts because he says, “Toby, head out and get the location of the girls. Do whatever you have to do to get her to fucki
ng talk, then get rid of the bitch. We need to get Louie to Doc to get checked out and we’ve gotta take care of Lyle.” I nod my head, but look over towards Lyle once more. I’ll have time to say my peace to my fallen brother when we end this shit. Standing up, I go to make my way to my bike, but remember my leg.

  Tyke rushes over to his bike and removes a first aid kit from his saddlebags. When he makes it back over to me, he pulls up my pant leg and quickly removes the piece of metal that’s sticking out of my calf. After he wraps it, he pulls my pant leg back down and stands back. “You’re good to go,” he says.

  “Thanks, brother,” I say as I jump onto my bike and tear outta there like a bat outta hell toward the lookout Tyke said Trixie would be at. Bitch is gonna find out what it means to play games with the big dogs.

  A couple minutes later, I’m coming up to the lookout point Tyke said Ryan was supposed to meet Trixie at. Parking a little ways away so she doesn’t hear me coming, I get off my bike and limp up the hill.

  I spot her right away. She’s leaning against the guard rail, looking out over the city.

  When she hears me come up behind her, she starts turning around. “About fucking time you laz―” she starts to say but she’s cut off when I reach out and grab her by her throat. Her eyes are as big as saucers and her mouth is gaping open, gasping for air that she’s not going to get.

  “Thought you were smart, huh bitch?” I growl, my face only inches from hers. She starts struggling, so I push my body against hers, trapping her between me and the guard rail. “This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to ask you one time where that fucker took Dani and Sara, and you’re going to tell me,” I spit. I’m leaning into her, forcing her body half over the railing.

  Trixie nods her head as much as she can with my hand wrapped around her neck. Letting up just a little, but keeping her in my grasp, I wait for her to speak.

  She takes in a few shallow breaths, but she’s taking too fucking long. “You’ve got three fucking seconds before I really get pissed,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

  “Please,” she pleads.

  “Talk now!”

  “The old mill. He’s taking them to the old mill,” she says, her voice low and cracking from the limited air and my hand holding her throat.

  “Does he have anyone else helping him?” I ask, needing this to be done with so I can get to my girl.

  She nods her head, but when she doesn’t speak, I tighten my grip on her neck. She gasps, but pushes out the words I want to hear. “One…guy. He’s got…one guy with him.” I loosen my grip again so she can tell me who it is. “I’ve only met the guy a few times, when he came into the strip club I worked at on the side.”

  I release her neck completely and take a few steps back, which allows her to hunch over herself and take in large gulps of air. She looks up at me with tears running down her cheeks. “What are you going to do to me?” she asks weakly. I don’t answer her, not wanting to waste any more time on her. Instead, I kick out my leg and connect with her stomach, then watch as she’s forced backwards, tumbling head first over the railing from the force. I turn around, not even bothering to watch her fall to the ground hundreds of feet below. Bitch isn’t worth my fucking time.

  As I walk at a fast pace back down towards my bike, I call Blaze, knowing he’ll want to be with me when we get the girls back. “They’re being held at the old mill. Meet me down the road in five,” I say, then hang up without waiting for him to answer. It’s time to get our fucking girls back.

  CHAPTER 20

  Sara

  When I wake up, my head and the right side of my face is killing me. I feel like I went twelve rounds with Mike Tyson, though if that were true, I’m sure the only pain he’s feeling is in his hand from beating my head in.

  I try to open my eyes, but only one is working. Reaching up, I run my finger lightly along the eye that’s shut and realize it won’t open because it’s swollen. What the hell happened? Then I remember―the clubhouse. Trixie, Rick, Dani ... Shit, Dani!

  Frantically searching around me, I see her a few feet away, lying on her side. “Dani,” I whisper yell at her. Please be okay. When she doesn’t answer, I gingerly crawl over to her. “Dani, wake up,” I say, lightly shaking her, not wanting to hurt her more than what she might already be. Oh God, this is all my fault.

  Dani finally starts coming to, groaning as she reaches behind her head. “Shit, my head fucking kills.” When she opens her eyes and looks at me, she flinches. “What the fuck happened to you?” She reaches up and feels around my face. When she hits just below my eye socket, I flinch away from her touch. “What happened?” she asks. I let out a deep sigh and lean back against the wall beside her as she slowly sits up.

  “Trixie stole your gun and knocked you out, then Rick, my ex, came in. She helped him. I don’t even know how she even knew about him, but they were working together.” I try to think of what was said, but don’t really remember anything specific. “He hit me with his gun, then I woke up here. That’s all I know.”

  “Did they say anything about Louie?” Louie? Oh my God, I forgot he was at the club with us. Did Trixie or Rick hurt him?

  “I don’t know. They didn’t say anything about him and I was out of it when they took us from the club,” I say when I look at her worried eyes. Louie is her best friend, and he’s become mine too. Please don’t let him be dead because of me.

  “Stay calm. Louie will be fine. He’s tough, and he’s dealt with worse shit than this.” I shake my head, not understanding how she can be so calm.

  “How do you know? What if they shot him? What if they shot him because they were trying to get to me?”

  “Knock it off. He’s fine, do you hear me? We can’t think like that. We need to figure out where the fuck we are so we can get out of here,” she yells at me.

  I stare into her eyes and see that she really believes that Louie is okay. If she believes that, then I need to as well. I nod my head, but I’m not able to say anything because the door suddenly slams open.

  Rick stands in the doorway with a sick smile on his face. “Well, look who’s finally awake?” he says as he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

  He walks in half way and stops, looking from me to Dani, then back at me. “I’ve really missed you, sweetheart. I haven’t had anyone to soothe my frustrations and anger out on for a long time, but that’s okay. We have some time to make up for before we leave here and head back home.” I open my mouth to say something, but the look on his face silences me. I’m back in New York, back at his house, and feeling the pain from his hand across my face or the leather from his belt.

  “You’re not going to fucking touch her, asshole,” Dani seethes. I look to her and try to get her to stop talking with a look, but she doesn’t take her eyes off Rick, looking at him like she wants to kill him. Fuck, she probably does, but she doesn’t have a gun this time. We’re stuck in a room. We have no idea where we are, and the guys might not even know we’re missing. How are we supposed to get out of here?

  The smile on Rick’s face disappears and is replaced with a snarl, directed at Dani. “You talk awfully big for a bitch who doesn’t have her gun with her anymore.” Dani laughs. She fucking laughs at him.

  “You think I need a gun to kill you? You are one stupid motherfucker,” Dani says while she continues to laugh. Rick, having enough of it, rushes forward. Before I can stop him, he punches her in the face so hard that she falls to the side from the force of the hit. Rick instantly straightens up and kicks her in the stomach. God dammit, the baby! I’m going to kill him.

  I jump up, hitting him with my fists anywhere I can connect on his body, but he easily pushes me away. I don’t back down though. I won’t let him touch Dani again. This is my fight, and it’s time I stand up for myself.

  When he turns his back to me to face Dani again, I jump up and wrap my arms around his throat. Maybe if I can hold on long enough, I’ll be able to choke him close to the point he p
asses out, then I can grab Dani and we can get the fuck out of here.

  He struggles against my hold, but I don’t let up. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel something poke the inside of my thigh. The knife. I try to maneuver him so I can reach down with one hand and grab it, but before I can get a strong enough hold on his neck to reach, I feel him move us backwards and my back hits the concrete wall. I’m stunned, but I’m able to tighten my hold around his neck. I’m afraid that if I let go, it will be the end of both Dani and I.

  Rick takes a few, quick step forward before ramming us into the wall again. This time, the back of my head hits the wall so hard, I see black dots in my vision.

  When he feels me loosen my hold a little, he takes full advantage by removing my arms and legs from around him. Once he’s out of my reach, he looks at me and says, “First I’ll take care of your friend, then you and I are gonna have some fun.” My eyes go to Dani, who’s awake, but clutching her stomach. She looks like she’s in pain, but more than that, she actually looks afraid. I’ve never seen her afraid, but after everything she’s told me about her past and everything she’s done, I know it’s not for herself. She’s afraid for her baby.

  Fuck this.

  Pushing off the wall, I charge Rick again, but this time, he expects it. He turns around before I can even reach him and slams me into the wall again. My head hits harder than last time, but I don’t allow myself time to think of the pain.

  Rick pushes his forearm into my neck, blocking my airway. “You stupid fucking whore. When are you going to learn your place?” He screams in my face.

  I use my left hand to try and distract him by clawing at the arm that’s holding me against the wall, but with my right hand, I reach down and pull the knife free from its spot. I spare a quick glance at Dani to satisfy myself that she’s okay, then I look Rick in the eyes. “As soon…as you…learn where yours…is,” I gasp out as my vision starts to fade out.

  He laughs, “And where’s that?” I smile as much as my face will allow.