Biker Bait: The Lost Souls MC Series (14 page)

Chapter Fourteen

Cas

Four hours and three minutes had passed and we were no closer to finding Alannah than we were at the cabin. Slade sat vigilantly at his laptop waiting for a signal to appear, Michael disappeared into his office as soon as we got back while the rest of us pulled every weapon we had, luckily Sparky thought to bring the stash from the cabin too.

For the past hour brothers from others chapters slowly arrived and were filled in on what has happened.

It wasn’t only because she is my old lady, Alannah
had been engrained into all these men’s lives, she didn’t need her family connection to the club, looking around I felt the respect they had for her, she held her own.

I couldn’t get Billy out of my head, I got to thinking, even if two or three Ghost Riders showed up wanting to take her, he still wouldn’t have survived, he wasn’t the bi
ggest guy I’ve ever met. I desperately wanted to blame him, but I couldn’t, it’s someone’s fault and when I find out who, they’re going to wish they had never laid a finger on what’s mine.

My body was aching from head to toe, I’ve been pu
nched, kicked, even stabbed a couple of times, but none of that amounted to the pain I feel now at the thought of losing her.

Hunter’s nickname came to mind,
‘Noose’, as in his preferred method of taking someone out was to watch them hang. Sometimes he made it quick by positioning his victims so their necks snapped instantly on impact, other times he liked to watch them suffer, drawing their deaths out.

“I’ve got a signa
l.” Slade shouted to everyone.

About fuckin’ time!

Staring at the laptop screen, it looked like she was at a warehouse and not one I recognised.

“It’s roughly a two hour drive nort
h.” he informed us, tapping on the keys a mile a minute.

“Okay, you heard him. We’ve got a locatio
n.” I said, loudly, everyone fell silent and I carried on,

“Alannah is my old lady, most of you have known her the whole of he
r life, she is our family and you all know what happens to fuckers who mess with that! Take out any fucker who gets in ya way, get in quick and get her out even quicker.” I told them, “All prospects will join us, the more men we have the better.” I added.

They all looked to Michael, he nodded and they looked back to me.

“Anyone have a fuckin’ problem?”

They all shook their heads and remained silent.

“We leave now, get ya shit and hit ya bikes. Everyone from the mother chapter will go in the vans.”

I was
on the edge and it took all I had to keep it reigned in.

“And tonight brothers, this ends! I don’t want a Ghost Rider fuck left alive by the time we’re finished.”

Ending my speech, the clubhouse vibrated with their roars and vengeance for blood.

We were sixty men strong, the amount of bikes would be hard to hide
, but until Alannah is safe I couldn’t give a fuck, we needed to make an impact and that was it.

I grabbed the duffle bag I packed full of guns and ammunition and headed outside. Sparky was waiting by one of the vans so I made my way to him and threw my bag in the back.

“The prospect was alive when we got there, Barbie will still believe he’s alive. For some reason she took to him, this will crush her, I know her well enough to know she will blame herself for his death.” he said, stubbing his cigarette on the ground under his boot.

“She’s not to blame, Michael is, he’s the one who put him there, and I’m gonna make sure she fuckin’ knows i
t.”

I couldn’t console her over Micky’s death but I’ll be damned if I won’t be by her side after this until her tears run dry and she is smiling again.

“Cas, hang on.”

Michael came jogging over, I nodded to Sparky and he got in the van.

“You’ve shown great leader skills tonight.”

I went to tell him to shut the fuck up, I wasn’t trying to show off my skills, I’m doing it without thinking, I’m doing it for my girl.

He held up his hand to shut me up.

“When
we get back, I won’t stand in your way with Alannah, I don’t think I’ll meet another man who’s gonna end a war over a woman. Tonight, this is gonna be the end.” he promised.

All I wanted last year was to have his blessing, all I wanted since Alannah came home was his blessing and now I have it, it feels wrong
, it feels planned.

I wasn’t doing the heart to heart right now, I nodded and got in the van.

Forty three roaring bikes and two vans crammed with seventeen men rode out Willows Peak.

We had been on the road for an hour, you could feel the tension in the van. The closer we got, the more you could taste the violence that hung in the air. We stayed mostly silent, preparing ourselves for the fight of our lives.

Loading and unloading my gun kept my hands and mind busy until like a fucking jigsaw being put together at lightning speed sped through my head.

Everything was beginning to add up, Michael going to the extreme of threatening to rip my patch from me, forcing Alannah out of the club and into the middle of nowhere, claiming she won’t be living our lifestyle anymore but then keeping her close and a prospect by her side. If he truly wanted Alannah out of the club and away from our world then he would sent her far away, on her own. Continuously warning me away, calling me out in the club about my disappearing acts, like he was trying to keep her isolated. He knew if she was with me then I wouldn’t let her out of my sight often and she definitely wouldn’t be living in the middle of nowhere. 

And thinking back to earlier, he has remained calm and collected through out, he is her uncle, her blood, took her on as his own, he should have been livid, he should have put me in my place over riding my relationship with his family bond and took charge, but he let me continue to give out the orders.

And most of all why have her tracked if she wasn’t a part of the club anymore?

Like a ton of fucking bricks falling on me at once, it hit me. No, there is no way he would do that!

I trembled with anger, barely able to hide it, I loaded my gun for the final time and slowly raised my arm, pointing it straight at Michael’s head.

There wouldn’t be a single person in this van who wouldn’t be co
vered in brains and blood at this close range.

“What the fuck Cas?” Sparky boomed, ripping his ear buds out.

I couldn’t tell you what the brothers faces were showing, my eyes were trained on Michael’s and never fucking left them.

“One more time, why did you force Alannah to the cabin?” I asked, keeping my voice calm.

He showed no fear, his arrogant features had me nearly pulling the trigger without his answer.

“I think you know o
therwise you wouldn’t be pullin’ that gun on me son.” he spoke quietly.

“I don’t want it to be tru
e.” I whispered.

He had been a father figure to me since the day he first saw me trying to steal a car, his next words would change everything.

“Will someone tell us what the fuck is goin’ on?” Sparky shouted, looking between the two of us.

“You not gonna deny it?” I asked, my voice full of pleading for me to be wrong.

“No.”

“Okay, I’m gonna shoot ya both, if you don’t fuckin’ tell us what is goin’ on!” Sparky shouted again
.

“He used Alannah as bai
t.”

Chapter Fifteen

Alannah

Coming back to reality wasn’t pretty, I’d rather have stayed wherever I was in knocked out land, my head hurt tremendously. Not only did I have the headache from hell, I was hanging from sort of contraption in the middle of a warehouse
. Trying to gain my bearings I couldn’t see much, there were a couple of lights on, one of them shining on me, making it difficult to see further than the glow around me.

It was freezing and
the air smelt like rain and dirt. I don’t know how long I have been here but I hoped Cas had returned to the cabin and found Billy and knew I was gone. Oh god, I remembered Billy slumped on the hallway floor, I prayed he would be alright. No, I couldn’t think about him, I had to focus on myself and how I was going to get out of here.

My hands were tied above my head to a chain and I was standing on crates. My arms ached from the pressure and when I noticed the rope around my neck I looked up to see the rope had been tied around a rafter. Oh fuck, am I going to be hanged? Who the fuck does that?

Taking a better look at the contraption I was tied to, I think I had it figured out. My hands were tied to a chain that kept me in place, the chain was connected to the rope somehow so if anyone kicked the crates from under me, I would hang. When I tried pulling my arms down, the rope around my neck tightened. I had no chance of getting myself free.

I didn’t have much time to think about anything, a door on the far side opened and the two men from the cabin came through.

“Ah, our guest is finally awake.” the president said joyfully.

He came into the light and I got a better look at him. I didn’t take any notice of his looks earlier what with trying to save Billy and all.

He looked about the same age as my uncle, but his hair was much more speckled with grey, his beard was longer than most and I swear if I got any closer I would see the dirt buried in it. He was tall and maybe one day long ago he had muscle but he just looked fat now, his belly so rounded, I doubted his cut would reach far enough round to do up? Most of all he was just dirty.

He stepped closer towards me and tugged on the rope above my head, I felt the squeeze around
my neck and fear like I never experienced before blow me apart from the inside out.

“Just
checkin’ ya comfortable bitch.” he sneered.

While h
e was this close to me I spat in his face.

“They’ll be coming for me, they’ll you kill you for this!” I screamed.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand and wiped it on my jumper, putting extra pressure as his hand ran over my breasts.

“I want them comin’ for you, but those pussy bitches won’t be doin
’ fuck all but dyin’ themselves. We’re waitin’, we’re ready and when they come, we’re gonna blow each and every head off of those mother fuckers.”

No! I am not going to lose anyone else to these animals.

I laughed at him, using every ounce of strength I had left to show them his threats weren’t scaring me because on the inside I was full of fear.

“We’ve b
een watchin’ you, baffled us at first why you were out in the middle of nowhere but we got over it and used that to our advantage in the end. Saw that cunt Castiel makin’ himself at home in ya pussy and knew you were special. Not only that fuck Michael’s niece but the VP’s old lady too, don’t get much loved than that. The pussy’s think they can blow up my shit and get away with it, your fuckin’ wrong bitch, when they get here, they die. If you play nice I’ll let you watch as I rip your uncle’s throat out.”

He laughed.

Biker two hadn’t moved or said a word, he just stood there watching, agreeing with everything he said.

“Oh, how rude of me, we haven’t been
introduced, I’m Hunter Carson, no need for your name bitch, I know all about you, have done for a long fuckin’ time.”

Funny, the way he kept calling me bitch, I would have thought that was my name.

“Fuck off, I don’t need to know your name, I won’t remember it when my club puts you in the ground!” I told him, hoping and praying I was right, if not, then I would die and if I’m going to die, I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.

“Your club?” biker two laughed, “No wonder the cunts don’t know their heads from their asses, their women have too much fuckin’ sa
y.”

“Feisty ain’t sh
e.” Hunter laughed, turning to look at biker two, “If my daughter was as feisty as you, I might have given her more leeway, fuckin’ disgraceful mistake she was.” he mumbled to himself.

“Having you for a father I’m not surprised
she isn’t feisty.”

He has probably beat the shit and any feistiness she had out of her. 

Oh god, why can’t I stop goading him?

“Stop
talkin’ now bitch.” he warned.

“I’m not a bitch.
And.Fuck.You.”

Oh please Alannah stop! I told myself.

My stubbornness gained me a back handed slap, my lip split on impact, filling my mouth with blood and dripped down my chin. Somehow I still managed to let out a small giggle, if I ever imagined I would be kidnapped and tied up, I would have thought I’d be scared shitless, but from somewhere and god knows where, I dug deep determined not to show any weakness.

The sound of my giggle flipped him over the edge. He gripped my chin and in seconds his fist collided with my head, he didn’t stop, my vision blurred and my skull bounced
around until he finally stopped.

I could feel wetness running down my forehead, and when it flowed over my eyebrow and went into my eye, my right side vision went a shade of red. Blood.

I couldn’t focus on one single thing, he began taunting me again, telling me how my club was going to die painfully while I watch, how I was going to die if they didn’t turn up soon, he yanked my hair back millimetres from his face, I wasn’t sure but I thought I saw biker two holding a phone, holding it up, was he taking a picture?

I had too much blood in my mouth, turning my head to the left I spat all I had at him, his cheek
painted with my blood. His other hand came up and gripped my mouth, my lip was throbbing, more blood poured out.

“Michael.
Castiel. You better hurry up, this bitch can’t keep her mouth shut, if you want her alive, you better ride faster boys!” I heard him say, who the hell was he talking to?

I managed a
‘fuck you’ before my vision completely clouded over and I was back in knocked out land.