Six

by Storm, Hilary

  "Who are they?" Switch enters the conversation with logic.

  "Prospects of the Inferno MC. From what I can tell, they were Nomads. Members of and old MC that fell apart. I just don't know what their purpose was. They obviously were sent to make a statement. Inferno is offering complete cooperation in this, so I know they didn't have anything to do with it. This came from somewhere else."

  "Well, it's time we make a statement back to whoever sent it. I'm fucking done with this. Let's find out who the ring leader is, then I'm gutting them." I stand. I'm done fucking talking. It's time.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Blade

  Beast drives me to the yard. Trap follows on his bike. I left Switch with the girls. Leaving them with one of the officers is my only option right now.

  I bend to pull my knife out of my boot when the truck starts. It's time to make a mother fucking statement. Stepping out of the truck, I don't stop walking until I'm within reach of the first guy. They're strapped to the frames we use. Ready and waiting for me.

  I slice open his throat without a second thought, letting the blood drain at my feet for a few seconds. Walking past the middle guy, I face the third guy and watch his eyes as I do the same to him, feeling some relief as the blood pours from him.

  The guy in the middle cries out in fear. He better, because he's next. He's just lucky I need information first.

  "Who the fuck sent you to mess with my sister?" He looks up at me with disgust and spits in my face. I lift the waist of my shirt to wipe my face off, planning this fucker's fate as I do.

  Taking a step back, I light my cigarette. I need clarity in this moment of insanity. If anything can give me that, it's this fucking cigarette.

  "You have three mother fucking seconds to tell me who called in that order, before we go get your family. Revenge sounds fucking sweet right now." His eyes open wide as if he's trying to decide if I'm lying or not. Stepping back, I go to Beast. The desire to kill him and deal with the consequences later is consuming me and I need something on this guy.

  "He's a dad. His daughter is six. The mom is a teacher at the school the little girl goes to. He's been in and out of their lives. The mom doesn't let him have the little girl without supervision."

  "Fuck. See, it's better if I don't hear the god damned details."

  "Fact is, he tried to rape your sister and Tori. That's all you need to know."

  "Under who's fucking command? Give me the torch." I start it up. Walking over to the last man standing, I nod at my guys standing post. They take a step back and let me have complete control.

  "Who in the fuck sent you to rape my sister?" Letting the hiss of the fire come near his face, before turning the flame even higher makes me feel the crazy inside coming to surface. This crazy is how I do this. It's how I get through the desire to mutilate a human just because I fucking can. I have a mission to carry out. I need to stay focused.

  "We were told to bring in the brunette."

  "Were you told to rape them?"

  "No and I didn't touch them. I wasn't there to do that shit. I needed money for my kid's doctor bills. I was there to get the girl and deliver her."

  "Who called the order in?"

  "I only know him as Red. We were only told the name Red." I let the flame touch his arm to see if it changes his answer any. It only brings out the screams and the smell of burning flesh.

  "Why so many of you?"

  "There was talk that we might see your guys in the mission."

  "Do you really think I'm going to believe that you have no idea who you're working for?" He begins to cry like a fucking baby.

  "I swear on my kid, I don't know anything. I'd tell you."

  "You mean the kid you never see?"

  "I'm trying to turn that around. Her mom is starting to let me in more. I was hoping this job would set me for awhile and I'd be able to make it right for them."

  "Quit fucking talking unless you can tell me something about who the damned leader is." He looks at the flame and goes quiet.

  "He's an old vigilante who has it in for the girl's dad. I'm not sure. I just know the dad has something to do with it and should have an idea." He screams the response to me, trying to get me to stop from getting closer with the flame. I think about what he's saying. The fucking dad had something to do with all this. It makes sense. He wants nothing to do with her because of the guilt of the shit with the mother. I guarantee he's the reason she died and Six was taken all those years ago.

  I step away, trying to process it all. It's time to pay a visit to a Mr. Douglas.

  Now I have to decide what to do with this guy. I step in front of Beast once again. "Tell me what you saw in the camera. What did this guy do?"

  "He was the one who grabbed Tori first. He grabbed her from behind, making sure his hands groped her chest while he pulled her outside. She racked him before he fell to the ground, puking up his guts." I can't listen to another word, marching straight for him, I torch his dick and let it burn a few seconds before saying his goodbye. Waiting for him to stop screaming takes longer than I want.

  "Look at me. I want you to know who to watch for in hell. I'll be the one there to find you. I'll be your worst fucking nightmare." I raise the knife and slice his throat before walking away.

  "I almost believed that fucker. He has a six year old daughter. I can't fucking stand it. I have somewhere to go tomorrow, so I'm going to need someone else to handle these guys. Put them in the pit before the concrete is laid tomorrow at the Shaw building. We'll bury them in the foundation.

  "Already on it." Trap takes over as Beast and I walk to his truck. I'm so repulsed and my adrenaline has me raging to continue this spree. Who the fuck is Red? There's only one redhead I've ever known. There's no way this is him.

  "Where are we going?" Beast's voice stops me from the crazy possibilities that begin to run through my head.

  "Back to the house for tonight. Tomorrow we go see Mr. Douglas."

  I walk into the house. Everything is quiet. I start by looking for my sister. Switch is sitting on the couch by himself.

  "Where is everyone?"

  "I set your sister up in that room." He points to the back bedroom. "We got the bed put together and found some sheets of yours upstairs. She's been out for maybe thirty minutes."

  "Have you seen Six?"

  "She hasn't been down. How'd it go?"

  "The three are gone. We're adding to the Shaw pit and it'll be filled in tomorrow. Beast just left. You stayin?"

  "I thought I would. Until we know shit is clear. Fuck, I don't sleep anyway."

  "Alright. What's with you and my sister?" He looks up and stands to approach me.

  "Nothing. I'm just working to keep her safe. I consider her the club's sister, so that's how I treat her." Nodding, I try to believe that's all it is. I'm not even fucking sure how I feel about it all right now. The whole reason for keeping them all away from her was to keep her from joining the life of the club. Fuck if now I don't have her living in the god damned house.

  "I need to move on building my house out on the mountain. Hell, security alone is a reason to hurry that along."

  "I agree. We need to get you out of this house. Now that you're President, you need to stay off site. It's just better all around. You don't need to be dealing with the day to day bullshit that this house brings."

  "Yeah, I agree. Well, I'm off to bed. See you in the morning."

  "Night."

  I take a shower to rinse the sweat and grime off of me. She was sleeping so peacefully. Too bad that isn't gonna last long. Fucking is something I have to do after a run. It's the only thing that relaxes me.

  I slide in next to her, both of us fully naked. I love that she waited for me naked. Call it convenience.

  Pulling her into my arms, I slide into her from behind. Moving us up the bed, I fuck her slowly before savoring every inch of her just like I said I would earlier.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Six

  I hear hi
m enter the room. I can tell he's stressed by the way he's moving around the room. His shower is short, and he smells so fucking good when he wraps me in his arms. He moves his body against my back and I'm instantly wanting more. He's so tender with me, yet in charge of everything we do. He makes the calls and I'm willing to let him. The anticipation of what he'll do next has me on edge and makes everything so much better with him.

  Having sex with him beats any that I've had in the past. There's just no comparison to the way he touches me. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he's making love to me.

  I turn my head to the side until our mouths meet. His kiss is gentle this time as he moves into me. His body fits mine. It doesn't get any better than this.

  He rolls his hips into me, thrusting even deeper each time. His grip on my hair as he twists it into his fist sends a spark of pain through my scalp and straight through to my core. I love having my hair pulled. If he spanks my ass, I'm marrying him.

  "Where have you been all my life?" His grumble across my ear goes right through me. I've been so fucking lost. That's where I've been.

  He pulls out, slowly kissing down my back. He rolls me over before he starts kissing my legs, back, ass, and every part of me he missed in the shower earlier.

  I let him cherish me. It's oddly erotic when he kisses each of my finger tips and sucks on my toes, but I let him know just how much I appreciate it as he passes each sensitive spot.

  He pushes my legs apart, sliding his tongue up the inside of my thighs as he does. I want to ride his beard the second he touches me with it. Holy fucking hell. Why have I never done this with a bearded man before?

  He licks, sucks, flicks, and nibbles his way inside me. Inside my body, inside my mind, and dare I say... inside my heart. I've dreamt about this man and often wondered what he'd be like if I could ever see him in person. Now that I have him with me, I'm not sure I want to ever let him go.

  It's been so fast, yet has taken so fucking long to be like this with him. I don't do this. I don't fall quickly. Hell, I've never fallen before. I just don't do it.

  He unravels me all night long. Over and over again and we both fall asleep hard as soon as he releases inside me. Thank god for birth control, because I never want to feel anything other than him inside me when I'm with him.

  Last night was exhausting; the shit in the alley and the all night sex both. I wake to the sun shining on the bed, Blade is gone and I have the bed to myself. I look down and see my naked chest just freely showing and instantly cover myself. What if someone walks in here? I really shouldn't sleep naked. I don't like to be covered up with blankets, so it really is a hazard to sleep naked.

  I take my time in the shower and just as much time fixing my hair. I need to feel good about myself today, so spending the extra time on me is deserved.

  Opening the door to the bottom level, I listen to see if I can hear anyone. When I don't hear anything, I walk out into the open, looking at everything in the main part of the house. It's full of memorabilia and pictures. I find myself walking down the wall filled with all the men of the MC, both present and past. It brings a smile to my face to see so many men a part of the club that is trying to help me stay safe.

  Blade's picture must've been years ago. He looks much older now. In fact, I'm not too sure that picture isn't from when I first met him fifteen years ago. 'President' is such a notable position. I'm sure he deserves it.

  I see Switch, Beast, Trap, then my heart falls. I look closer, hoping to hell I'm wrong, but I know right off that I'm not. I'll never forget that face. I have to get the fuck out of here NOW.

  I'm not even sure where I'll go, I just know I have to leave here. I say a silent prayer that he doesn't know I'm here. I take notice of the name at the bottom of the picture and search the house for a set of keys. Any keys. I'll even drive a fucking motorcycle out of here if it'll get me away.

  I start thinking of any other options I have. My dad is the only other thought that enters my head. He's never been a real father to me. I'm not sure why I think he'd be any different with this, but I'm going to have to try. I can't stay here and I can never ask Piper to leave her brother now that she has a real chance to get to know her family.

  Someone obviously wants me dead and I refuse to allow a blood war to prevent it, let alone something like this. Blade will never be able to accept this, not to mention the lives of those men last night were lost because of me.

  I spot a set of keys on the bar, and hit the button, hoping to see Blade's truck light up when I open the door to the garage. It does. "Sorry Blade. I promise to get it back to you as soon as I can."

  Sitting in his truck, I pull up Google and enter the name of the man I just saw in that picture. I need to know what area to avoid and I hope his address is listed.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Blade

  "Where the fuck is my truck?" I bust through the door to the house to find no one listening to me. My sister probably borrowed it, but it would be fucking nice of her to ask before she just takes it. I text her to see where she's at.

  Blade: Where the fuck is my truck?

  She walks out of the back room. "How would I know? Where did you leave it?" I look at her, shocked to see her.

  "Have you seen Six today?"

  "No. I'm letting her recover this morning." I take two steps at a time as I race up to see if she's up there. I know she's gone as soon as I open the door. Rushing back down, I realize I don't even have her number.

  "Shit. She's gone. Tell me what her number is so I can call her to get some guys on her." Piper spits out her number as I dial it, only to be sent straight to voice mail.

  "Fuck." I send her a text while I try to think of where the fuck she'd go.

  Blade: Where are you? This is Blade. I need to get guys on you. You're not safe.

  She doesn't respond. I text Shadow to get a location on my truck and thank fuck that I had that installed on all of our vehicles.

  Blade: I need to know where my truck is located right now.

  Shadow: Give me a minute. I'll have it for you.

  I wait for his text for what seems like forever as I throw a new shirt on. I should've stayed home from that run this morning. How the hell was I to know she'd leave? Why the fuck would she leave?

  Shadow: 1010 West Cherokee.

  "What the fuck?" I'm instantly confused. Why would she go there? I slide my leg over my bike and race to his house. I've been there many times lately, but this time feels like it's taking forever as the road seems to get longer and longer as I watch my phone, waiting for her to respond. If she's at his house she should at least be safe, but I can't help but feel like something is wrong.

  I open the door, to a sight I wasn't prepared for. Six has a gun in each hand. One pointed at his head, the other at his dick.

  "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Tex grabs his dick and starts stuttering.

  "Crazy bitch. I don't even know who you are."

  "DID YOU ENJOY FUCKING HER BEFORE YOU KILLED HER?" Oh fuck. What is going on?

  She turns one of the guns on me as soon as she hears me, backing away and forcing distance between us.

  "What are you doing, Six?"

  "HE WAS THERE THAT NIGHT. HE'S THE ONE THAT'S AFTER ME."

  "Wait. This is Tex. He would never hurt a woman."

  "I FUCKING SAW HIM, BLADE. HIS HAIR WAS RED THEN." Red.

  "Blade. This bitch is crazy. I have never seen her in my life."

  "LET ME FUCKING REFRESH YOUR MEMORY OLD FUCK. BLONDE HAIR. SIX YEARS OLD. IN A TINY ROOM WHILE YOU RAPED MY MOM BEFORE YOU KILLED HER." She moves closer to him, pointing both guns on him again. She's trembling.

  I look at Tex. I watch him as the look of realization flows over his face. He did this. He was a part of that night. The night where an innocent woman was tortured to death and her child was left with a child rapist.

  Absolute disgust consumes me. I sit down in the chair, trying to understand how this could be. How could I love someone like a father, who
is actually worse than the father I hate?

  "Tex. Tell me what your involvement is with Ed Douglas." She's still aiming both guns at him. I prepare myself for what he has to say.

  "Blade. It's old business. The MC is different now. There's no reason to bring all that shit up." He reaches for a Tootsie Roll and Six pulls the trigger, blowing the fucking bowl of candy into pieces and scaring the shit out of all of us.

  "What the fuck, lady. You almost shot me."

  "I hit exactly what I aimed for. The next shot I take will make you scream." She lowers one of the guns to point at his dick once again. He grabs it again, trying to protect it and I start to remember things from my past.

  "Ed Douglas. What do you know about him?"

  "He owed the club money. We went to collect." Six gets stir crazy with his reply.

  "This isn't about fucking money. You don't rape and kill over money." He sits up in his chair better; I can see his eyes searching for an escape. What he doesn't realize is she's not the one he needs to be trying to get away from.

  "TEX. Tell me what in the fuck had you killing Annie Douglas and nearly allowing Ed's daughter to follow in her footsteps? Quit fucking around and tell me."

  He looks at me with a look of defeat. Sadness washes over him and I watch him struggle to speak.

  "Blade. You're my boy. My son. I'd never do anything to hurt you." I reach out and run my hand over Six's arm, sliding it down until my hand is over the gun aimed at his head. She looks at me with an uncertainty and I nod, before I slip it out of her fingers. I let her keep the one aimed at his dick.

  "My father wouldn't rape a woman. He wouldn't have to. My father doesn't kill innocent women or children. He's helped me rid the streets of many dead beat parents who beat their children. My father doesn't send eight fucking men out to pick up a woman. A woman who just happened to be with my sister."

  "Alright, I'll give you the real story. Ed hired us to kill his wife."