Two Bit: Satan's Fury MC

by L. Wilder

  “I think my Mickey Mouse watch is still in there,” I sighed.

  “And didn’t we put a wish list or something in there, too?”

  “It was all the things we’d have done before we turned twenty-five.”

  “I have no idea what I put on that list.”

  “You were going to be a school teacher… and you were going to be married with three kids.”

  “At twenty-five? What the hell were we thinking?”

  “Twenty-five seemed really old back then.”

  “What about you? What was on your list?”

  “I said I would be living by the ocean in a beautiful house with my Prince Charming, and we’d have one boy and one girl: Mathew and Samantha.” I sighed. “I guess that’s never going to happen.”

  She gave my hand a tight squeeze. “Don’t give up just yet.”

  “You’ve always been a fighter.”

  “No. You’re the fighter, Zo. No matter what’s thrown your way, you never give up. You face things head on and never make excuses. That’s a fighter.”

  “I love you, Kat. I hope you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been in my life.”

  “Don’t go getting all sappy on me, Zo. I can’t take it… not right now.”

  “I’m sorry, but I needed you to know.”

  “Well, I already knew, so stop freaking me out,” she scolded me as she stood up and brushed herself off. When she walked past me, I noticed the light was no longer shining beneath the door. It was night, which meant we’d been locked away in that room for at least twenty-four hours.

  Kat started pacing around the room, searching again for another way out, when she stopped dead in her tracks. “What was that?”

  “What? I didn’t hear anything.”

  “Come over here. Hurry!”

  I pulled myself off the floor and hobbled over next to her.

  “Put your ear against the wall,” she instructed me.

  “Why?”

  “Just do it!”

  Reluctantly, I pressed my ear against the wall and listened, trying to hear what Kat had heard. “I don’t hear… Oh my God. What was that?”

  “I think it was gunshots.”

  I held my breath as I tried to hear the sound again, and after several seconds, I heard the same popping noise, only this time it was louder, closer. “I think you’re right, Kat.”

  “Do you think it’s the cops? Maybe they’ve come back for more?” Kat asked excitedly.

  “I don’t know.”

  We stood frozen, our ears flat against the wall, and listened. Suddenly, there was a huge explosion, one that was large enough to make the walls and floor shake. “What the hell was that?”

  Our heads were still pressed against the wall when there was a loud boom at the door. My heart started to pound against my chest as I stood there frozen, waiting to see what was on the other side of that door. There was another boom at the door, only this time it opened. A bright light filled the room, blinding us both, but I would know his voice anywhere.

  “Zoe!” Seconds later, I felt Seth’s arms wrap around me, lifting me into his grasp. I’d never felt such relief or overwhelming joy in my entire life. I grimaced when he gave me a squeeze, making him ask, “Are you okay?”

  “I think so. My side is pretty sore.”

  “I was going out of my mind with worry. I saw everything up until the lights went out. When I couldn’t find you, I was…”

  “I’m fine, Seth. Still talking. Still breathing,” I assured him.

  “Whoa, dude. Hands off. I can walk on my own,” Kat growled as Clutch tried to help her.

  I smiled when he held up his hands. “Easy there, killer. I was just trying to help.”

  Ignoring them, I turned back to Seth. “I can’t believe you found us.”

  He motioned his head towards the door. “I had some help.”

  When I turned, I found Scotty standing in the hallway. “Scotty?”

  “It took some time, but he managed to get word to us. He put his life on the line for you.”

  My voice trembled. “That’s what you were up to. Thank you, Scotty. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

  Scotty gave me a smile and a wink, then motioned us forward. “We’ll take them around back. There’s a path through the field. We can follow it back around to the truck.”

  Seth nodded as he carried me out into the hall and up a flight of stairs. When he reached the outdoors, he turned to Clutch and said, “Stay close.”

  I could still hear the sounds of gunfire echoing around us as Seth carried me out towards a row of trees. Once we were in the clear, he looked down at me and asked, “Can you walk?”

  Even though my ribs were still killing me, the thought of getting out of there had me forgetting about the pain. “I think so.”

  He lowered my feet to the ground, then reached for my hand, leading me over to the path. The grass was tall and prickly as we made our way over to the path. Even with the dirt and gravel, the path wasn’t much better. I flinched and cowered with each gunshot that rang out, but Seth just kept trudging forward. The longer we walked, the more familiar everything became. I knew I’d been there before, and when I saw my favorite oak tree, I knew exactly where we were.

  It wasn’t until then that I’d realized that Slider had locked us in the old cellar under the clubhouse garage. I’d been there a hundred times as a kid, but in the pitch black, it seemed completely different. With each step, my lungs burned like fire, but I didn’t complain as I followed Seth back to Clutch’s SUV.

  By the time he’d gotten us both safely inside, I no longer heard any gunfire. “What’s going on back there?”

  Without answering, he turned to Scotty and handed him the keys. “Can you get them to the hospital?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Good. Get her checked out, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  “Wait. Where are you going?”

  “The guys need me. I won’t be long. I’ll be at the hospital before you know it. For now, I want you to get yourself checked out. Can you do that for me?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

  I hadn’t missed the bloodstains or the smell of gun smoke on his clothes. He could’ve been hurt or worse, and it terrified me. “I don’t want to leave here without you.”

  “I’m going to be fine. Don’t you know? There’s nothing in this world that’s going to keep me from you.” He pressed his lips tenderly against mine, then said, “Be careful. Go straight to the hospital and wait for me there.”

  “Okay.”

  I watched as he and Clutch disappeared into the line of trees, and my heart sank when I could no longer see him. I knew he was headed into danger. I’d heard the gunshots and knew what he was up against. I could only pray that when it was all over, he’d find his way back to me.

  My pulse raced as Clutch and I made our way back to the Chosen’s clubhouse. While I knew the battle was almost over, my body still hummed with adrenaline. I was in the moment, continuing to hear the gunfire exploding around me, even though everything had gone quiet. As we headed for the front door, bodies were scattered along the driveway, each covered in their own blood, each finding death by surprise. I was about to follow Clutch inside the clubhouse, when I noticed a familiar face slouching down in the corner. When I stepped closer, I realized it was Tank, the president of the Chosen—the man responsible for leading his men to their demise. His breaths came in slow rattling gasps as he laid there clinging to his bleeding wounds. Holding true to his despicable self, he didn’t plead for help or ask for mercy. Instead, he glared at me with fury in his eyes, showing no remorse for everything he’d done. I considered putting a bullet in his head, but thought better of it when I heard the strain in his lungs like a drowning victim coming up for one last breath. He deserved to suffer, even if it was only for a few moments longer.

  I knelt beside him. “I’m guessing you regret fucking with Satan’s Fury. You should’ve known we’
d find out it was you and come hunt you down.” I stood up and glared down at him. “You’re going to burn in Hell for what you did to that little girl and the others before her, so motherfucker, you best hold on as long as you can.”

  I left him lying there and headed inside to find the others. When I walked in, Q’ and Bear were helping Smokey drag the blood-soaked bodies into the center of the room. Before we set the place to flames, we’d need to make sure all the Chosen were inside. I walked over to Smokey. “Need a hand?”

  “We’ve got this. Go check in with Cotton. Make sure he’s ready to torch this place once we get them all inside.”

  “Okay. Where is he?”

  “Out back with Stitch. Just follow the screams.”

  It wasn’t until then that I realized why he was sending me after Cotton. Like many of us, he respected the fact that Stitch could go to such extremes, but Smokey wasn’t one that wanted to watch him in action. It wasn’t something that was easily stomached, but knowing what those motherfuckers had done made it a little easier for me to bear.

  As soon as I walked out the back door, I heard the strangled screams of someone being tortured. I followed the sound to the clubhouse garage. When I’d rounded the corner, I was hit by the stench of burnt skin. I stepped inside and spotted Dodger, the Chosen brother we’d seen in that video. He was hanging with his hands bound over his head by a thick, metal chain. His clothes were removed, and while seeing his slit throat and all the cuts and bruises made my stomach turn, it was his manhood—or what was left of it—that brought the bile to my throat. Stitch had torched them, leaving nothing but charred remains of flesh. It was a well-deserved punishment for what that motherfucker had done to that little girl.

  When the screams continued, my attention was drawn to the man tied to a table in the back of the room. As I stepped closer for a better look, I spotted Cotton sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette. While I was fighting the urge to puke, he seemed totally unaffected by the scene unfolding before him. I was about to go to him when I noticed something familiar about the man on the table. His head rolled to the side, revealing his face, and my nausea was quickly replaced with utter satisfaction. Slider’s hands and feet were bound to the table, and Stitch was steadily slamming each of his fingers with a sledge hammer.

  As I made my way over to them, I considered taking the hammer from Stitch, exacting my own revenge for the hell he’d put Zoe through, but I didn’t have the patience. I knew after a few zealous throws of the hammer, I’d want to end that motherfucker. Maybe some would see it as a copout, but I wanted that motherfucker to pay. I knew in a matter of minutes that my need to see him dead would take over, which would’ve been too good for that piece of shit. Stitch, on the other hand, was all about patience. He’d make sure Slider suffered, and that he suffered good.

  I leaned over the table and smiled as I looked down at him. “Not looking so good there, Slider.” He groaned in response, spurring me on. “Actually, you look like shit, dude, but don’t worry… you’ll look a hell of a lot worse by the time he’s done with you.” I motioned over to Dodger’s dead body. “You saw what he did to your buddy over there, didn’t ya? Well, he was just getting warmed up.”

  I patted Stitch on the shoulder before heading over to Cotton. His attention remained on Stitch as I asked, “You alright, brother?”

  He nodded. “Better now.”

  “You ready for us to torch this place?”

  Without looking at me, he growled, “Burn it to the fucking ground.”

  In just a few hours, we’d ensured there was nothing left of the Chosen Knights. We all stood and watched as every square inch of that place burned. It gave each of us time to decompress and let the adrenaline that pulsed through our veins run its course. We’d done what we’d set out to do, and the Chosen Knights were done, but sadly, there was no way to erase all the damage they’d done. Those kids. Zoe. It was all too much.

  I was standing by the fire with my mind bombarded with thoughts when Clutch came over to me. “You’re good to go. I know you want to go see about her.”

  “You sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  With that, I got in my truck and headed to the hospital. My patience was growing thin. I needed to know for sure that she was okay. I remembered seeing the pain in her eyes when I lifted her into my arms, and I couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. When I finally got there, I rushed inside and found Kat sitting with Scotty in the ER waiting room. Her eyes widened with dismay as I headed over to her. She motioned her hand towards me as she said, “I think you might want to change before you see her.”

  I was in such a rush, I hadn’t even thought about my clothes. I looked down and cringed when I saw all the blood and dirt that covered me. “Fuck.”

  “She’s still in X-ray, so you’ve got some time.”

  “I’ll be right back.” I rushed out to my truck and scrounged around until I found something I could put on. Once I was changed, I headed back inside. I returned to her and asked, “This better?”

  “Umm… you might wanna go wash up a bit. You’ve got… stuff on your face and hands.”

  While I didn’t give a fuck about the blood on my hands, I didn’t want Zoe to see it, so I went directly to the restroom to clean up. It took some effort to get it out from under my nails, but by the time I was done, there was no trace of blood to be found.

  When I made it back out to the waiting room, Kat was gone. Scotty noticed the concern on my face and spoke up. “They’ve called her back to be with Zoe.”

  “Thanks,” I told him as I turned to leave. I was about to walk out of the room when I stopped and turned to him. “Hey, there was something I wanted to ask you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “How did you know to come find us at the warehouse?”

  “I was worried about Zoe. That whole thing with Slider rubbed me the wrong way, so I started keeping an eye on her. I followed her there after the cops raided the bar. At first, I wasn’t sure who she was meeting up with, but later when I saw your brother Stitch come out, I knew.”

  “And you didn’t say anything?”

  “I would’ve left the club months ago, but I couldn’t leave without knowing she was okay.”

  “I appreciate your help. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

  “I’m glad I could help, but I’m sure you would’ve found a way.”

  I nodded, then went out into the hall to find Kat. When she spotted me, she yelled, “Seth! Over here.”

  When I got to her, she led me into a small room where Zoe was resting on a hospital bed. Her face was pale and her eyes looked weak, but she smiled brightly when she saw me coming towards her. “You’re okay!”

  “I promised I would be.” I walked over to the bed and took her hand. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m good. My ribs are bruised, but not broken. They’re releasing me as soon as they give me my prescription.”

  “That’s good to hear.”

  “How did everything go?”

  Without giving her all the details, I simply said, “It’s over, Zoe.”

  The expression on her face turned somber as she looked over at Kat. “And Hawk?”

  Hawk was one of the first to go down. When he charged out of the clubhouse, Cotton put a bullet between his eyes, killing him instantly. Telling her the only thing I could, I said, “He’s gone. They all are.”

  Unfazed by my remark, Kat asked, “Well, now what?”

  “I was thinking you’d both come back to Clallam County with me.”

  “Both of us?”

  “Of course, that’s up to you, but I don’t see why not.”

  Zoe told her, “I think it’s something to consider. I’d love having you there with me.”

  Hearing the words come from her mouth set my mind at ease. I knew she had her doubts, that she didn’t want me fixing her problems, but I wanted her with me. Simple as that.

  It took Kat a second to come to terms with the idea, but
eventually she agreed. “I might as well. It’s not like I have anything holding me here.”

  “Then we’ll go by your place and gather your stuff. I’ll send the boys down to get the big stuff later in the week. After you’ve both packed what you need, we’ll be on our way.”

  Once Zoe was discharged, the girls said their goodbyes to Scotty, and we headed over to their apartment. As soon as we walked in, they both collapsed on the sofa, making it clear they were exhausted. Even though I was eager to get home, I knew the girls needed some time to recover. “Why don’t you two get some sleep, and we’ll get your stuff packed tomorrow?”

  Sounding hopeful, Zoe asked, “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. I’m sure.”

  They both sighed with relief as they sprawled across the couch, leaving no room for me. I sat down in the recliner next to them and sent Cotton a text, letting him know we’d be back there sometime the following day. After the girls each took a shower, they both grabbed themselves a sandwich. While they were eating, I went to take my own shower. By the time I’d returned, they were sound asleep. Knowing she’d sleep better in her own bed, I went over and carefully lifted Zoe into my arms, carrying her to her room. Before I slipped in next to her, I went back and covered Kat with a blanket.

  Returning to the bedroom, I settled in with Zoe and eased her closer to me, holding her as she slept. I had my girl next to me, and for the first time in days, I was finally able to relax and fell asleep with her in my arms.

  I awoke the next morning with her nibbling at my neck. I smiled and said, “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Morning,” she whispered.

  She continued to kiss me just below my ear, and the touch of her lips against my skin made my cock start to stir. Knowing she was still sore, I warned, “Zoe.”

  “Mm-hmm,” she purred.

  I rolled to my side and faced her. Her lust filled eyes locked on mine as I told her, “What are you doing?”

  “If you have to ask, then I’m not doing a very good job,” she teased.

  I nodded towards the tent I was pitching in the sheets. “No, darlin’. You’re doing an excellent job, but the doctor told you to take it easy for the next few days.”