Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) (16 page)

“Someone chained the doors,” Easy said and stood.

The room emptied as the men went to the entrances. Creed and Fork stepped into the main room of the strip club where the women were already standing looking confused. Creed searched the floor and couldn’t find Harmony, shit, or Shady.

“Where is Harmony?” Creed barked out and the Prospect stepped up.

“Shady and her went to go get Shady’s bag in the car,” the Prospect said.

“By themselves?” Fork yelled and the Prospect winced.

“They were on our property,” the Prospect said weakly.

“Guarded means fucking guarded,” Creed yelled and went to the backdoor and pushed. It didn’t move.

“Fucking windows are shatterproof,” Fork said as a chair bounced off the window.

“Can you see them?” Creed asked.

“No,” Fork said. “The corner of the building is blocking me.”

“Upstairs,” Poke yelled and they ran for the top floor, the windows overlooked the parking lot in the back.

Easy was ordering everyone to help try to bust the doors down and they could hear the pounding already. Creed and Fork ran up the stairs and as they looked out the back window, both of them grew cold. A man was holding a gun on Shady and Harmony.

“Get me outside,” Creed yelled loudly.

“Shit, Creed,” Fork whispered as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

They heard a crash and knew Easy had somehow found a way out of the building but they were frozen. The man raised his gun as Harmony turned with one in her hand and shot. Right before their eyes, Shady and Harmony fell to the ground.

As the man turned, Creed looked at his cold eyes. He stared up for a brief moment at Creed and Fork and then smiled and walked away. Fork grabbed him by the arm and they ran; the only thing they could think of was getting to their woman, praying when they reached her she was still alive. There was no other option.

*****

“Harmony?” she heard someone call. “Harmony, come on and wake up.”

It was Creed, she could tell by the pissed off tone of his voice and she frowned.
Why the fuck was he pissed
as she tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn’t open though.
Shit, what the fuck
? she thought, and tried harder, then she remembered.
Shady's fucking psycho brother shot me. Where did he shoot me
?

“Harmony, I am gonna fucking spank that ass until you can’t sit down for a week if you don’t fucking open your eyes,” Creed barked.

“I don’t think this is what the nurse meant by talk to her.” Fork laughed.

“Only thing she responds to, stubborn bitch,” Creed said.

Harmony lay and listened as she took inventory of her body, she felt something on her arm, a bandage.
Well at least they hadn’t gotten her in the head,
she thought,
would have seriously sucked
. Her head was fuzzy; she couldn’t seem to make herself do what she wanted, like open her eyes.

“I am not fucking around, Harmony,” Creed said.

“Damn,” she murmured. “I am pretty sure you are supposed to bring flowers when someone is shot, not fucking call them a bitch.”

“Thank God,” Fork said and leaned over. “Babe, open your eyes.”

“They don’t want to,” she murmured.

“Do it anyway,” Creed ordered and she frowned. Concentrating, she focused and finally felt her eyelids moving.
Shit, the light, that fucking hurt
.

“Shady?” she whispered.

“She’s in surgery,” Fork said back.

“Where?” she asked.

“Right here, babe,” Creed said.

“No, where did she get shot?” Harmony asked.

“In the chest, babe,” Creed said.

“Fuck,” Harmony cried and then opened her eyes fully. She felt the tears already forming, she had let her friend down damn it, if she had only been quicker. What the fuck was she going to do without Shady, she was the only one who understood her. She was her sister, her best friend, her head Bitch. Damn it.

“Hang on, babe, let me call the nurse. They gave you some shit. You have stitches, bullet entered and exited in the fatty part of your upper arm. They cleaned it, got the bleeding stopped and stitched you up. But they had to sedate you because you wouldn’t let go of Shady. Fuck, I have never heard anything like it. You screamed her name and held on so tight, babe. Broke my heart,” Creed whispered.

“Scared the shit out of me, I didn’t know where the blood was coming from. Easy and Poke had to knock out the front window so we could get out, bastards had the club rigged. They were going to blow us up after they left. You two saved us by going back to the car. If they wouldn’t have had to waste time actually trying to kill you two, we would all be dead,” Fork said and Harmony frowned.

“I gotta get up, she needs me,” Harmony said.

“Wait for the nurse, if she says you are good, we will go to the waiting room, everyone else is already there. We have called the Savages, they are backing us up right now outside, guarding. Called the chapters already, we have men coming in to help. This is going to turn into a blood bath, babe, but seriously, they signed their death sentence when they fucking shot you and Shay,” Creed said.

“It was her brother,” Harmony said.

“What?” Fork said, looking confused.

“The man behind all this, Dom Reyes III. Shay told me right before he shot us. He is her brother, and he is the reason why she ran, I know it. She hates him. Her eyes, I have never seen that much hate in them,” Harmony whispered.

“What the hell does he have to do with any of this?” Creed asked.

“He said she ran away,” Harmony said.

“She did,” Fork said absently. “Ran away from home I mean, she told us once, said she was running from an abusive family. I assumed it was her father and mother.”

“I don’t think so,” Harmony said. “And I don’t think it was the hitting kind of abuse either, he was fucking creepy. The way he looked at her.”

“Remember that night she was in the mine offices?” Creed said.

They nodded, who could forget that night; she had been beaten so bad Harmony hadn’t even recognized her when she saw her when she came to help her. That was the turning point of their relationship, that was when they had become sisters. Because that night, Harmony knew what happened to Shay and no one else did, only her because she had promised not to tell.

“Yeah,” Harmony shivered.

“She kept saying that night he found her, somehow he found her and he was never going to let her go,” Creed said grimly.

“I thought she said she didn’t know her attacker,” Fork said slowly.

“She did afterward. I also believe her, I don’t think she realized what she was saying that night. I think it triggered something,” Creed said and Harmony closed her eyes.

“Shit,” she whispered.

“Yeah, shit is right,” Creed said.

“We need to know everything we can about Dominic Reyes III and fast. I will make some calls, get people on this now,” Fork said, pulling out his phone.

“Get me out of here, and I will find everything there is to know about this bastard,” Harmony growled.

“Babe, you are on the sidelines until you heal,” Creed said and Harmony snapped her head toward him.

“No, Creed, I am not,” she snapped and then pushed the blanket back and snapped again. “Get the nurse and get the fuck out of my way. I need to go make sure my girl is going to live, because if she doesn’t, I will burn this fucking town to the ground finding my revenge.”

“We are with you, babe,” Fork said gently.

Harmony paused, took a deep breath, and then looked at her men. She felt the tears threatening again and this time she couldn’t hold them in. She hated crying, made her nose snot but damn it, this way Shady.

“She was so frightened that night when we came to clean her up. So frightened. I will never forget how broken she seemed. It was like someone had reached inside her and blew out her light. The whole time we were cleaning her she kept mumbling about it.”

Creed frowned. “She didn’t remember.”

“Not that night, she didn’t know who that was either, but they only beat her. No, she talked about HIM, I didn’t know it was her brother, she only said HIM. The shit he did, my God, I don’t know how she survived. I would never have been able to. She has scars, hidden in her tats, scars from what he did to her. All of it came back, because whoever beat her said he was coming for her. That is what HE used to tell her. That she could never run because HE would always come for her. It took me hours to get her to calm down and not to run. She was ready to pack up and leave. Said she was never going to be safe. Damn it, I told her HE would never find her here. The club was her new family, that you would take care of her. I promised,” Harmony cried and Fork and Creed surrounded her, took her pain, and planted it on their shoulders.

“That night,” Fork said with a frown. “After we kicked out Lola, remember what she said. She said she knew who could make us pay.”

“Lola said a lot of shit,” Creed growled.

“What if she had been working with him for longer than we thought?” Fork said.

“Lola was here for two years, been gone for another two,” Creed reminded him. “That is a long time to work through a plan.”

“Yeah, but she fucked up several times. We need to go back and look at shit. Because I swear I am right,” Fork said and Creed nodded. “Add that to the list.”

“Dom,” Harmony whispered. “He is behind all of this, I know it. The first thing he said was he was pissed off that a woman would think she could beat him.”

“Beat him at what though?” Fork asked.

“I don’t know, but Shady needs to make it through, because I have a promise to keep to her,” Creed said with a hard tone. “No one is going to hurt her on my watch again. I am done dicking around with this asshole. He is going to pay in more ways than one for this shit.”

“I agree,” Fork said. “I am also going to make a suggestion.”

Creed closed his eyes, shit, he knew this was coming. She was going to go off the fucking deep end at them.

“Yeah,” Creed agreed. “I will make the call.”

“Who are you calling?” Harmony asked and looked at the two men who were looking like they were in pain.

“The one man who is going to be able to get through to Shady,” Creed said.

Harmony looked confused. As far as she knew, Shady had never had a steady boyfriend. She had always said there wasn’t anyone who could handle her for long, and vice versa as well.

“Grant ‘Slider’ McRae,” Fork said and shook his head. “He is gonna be pissed we didn’t call before now.”

“He can’t be,” Creed said. “I tried calling four years ago when she was hurt and he said he didn’t want to know, before I had even told him the situation.”

“What a fucking prick,” Harmony said. “Wait, I remember him, wasn’t he one of the guys from your unit?”

“Yep, joined us when he got out. Stayed here for six months and then went to the Cali chapter,” Creed said and she nodded, she did remember him, he was badass biker—scary too.

*****

Alive
, Harmony thought,
Shady was alive and she was going to be fine.
Of course, she was going to be a pain in the ass for a few weeks. The doctor said she would be released in a week. The gunshot wound had hit her in the chest but had surprisingly missed everything important. Other than hurting like a son of a bitch, she was going to be fine.

Harmony walked out of the hospital with her two men beside her. They had brought her a change of clothes and she looked like a bag lady but her best friend was alive and she was fine. Creed and Fork promised her they would rain down the fires of hell on whoever did this. Lola and Dominic were going to die, and they were going to be the ones to kill them. Harmony had already called her shot.

In the biking world, calling a shot meant one of two things. Either you were in the circle of people to beat someone or you were in the circle of people to fire a shot at someone when they were executed.

She had never in her life thought she would actually call a shot for anyone. She knew about the rule, but thought she was too squeamish to carry it out. After looking into the eyes of a monster, she knew now what she had to do. Sometimes it was worth making a deal with the devil if the person wasn’t worth the ink on the paper. She would take her shot, and then she was going to forget about it and scrape it off, because neither of those assholes deserved a second thought.

*****

Harmony sat in the police station after leaving the hospital. She wanted to go home but she had to answer questions first. The detective sitting across from her apparently didn’t have a sense of humor, because after she told her story, the man just stared at her.

She refused to back down so she stared back.

“Just because you work for the DA doing investigations, and he is your daddy, does not mean you can do whatever the fuck you want in this town. Office building being burnt down. Stabbing a man with a fucking spork!” the man exploded.

“I didn’t set the fire, and he was trying to kidnap me!” she yelled back, refusing to feel bad about that.

“Now you and your friend are shot, in what appears to be a hit being carried out, a bomb was strapped to your boyfriend’s club and you waltz in here like it is a normal fucking day!” the detective continued.

“It is not a normal day, it is a shit day, why don’t you go out and find the fuck head who shot me and my friend. I gave you his name, his description, and who he was with. Find one of the little gangbangers and get the information out of him. I have no idea other than my company investigating a case why these assholes are targeting me.”

They went round and round for an hour before Creed finally insisted on taking her home. She was winding down fast and her arm was throbbing. The bad part was she wasn’t done for the day because her father was waiting for her when they pulled up.

“Daddy,” she said and walked to him and he hugged her.

“Hey, honey,” he whispered. Her father had come to the hospital to make sure Shady and she were fine and then he left. His office was calling in the big dogs to help, they had no choice, and Creed wasn’t happy about that. Dominic Reyes III was a wanted man, so Fish was calling in favors to get some help.