Cutter 5: Red Sin Mc (4 page)

Krusher took a few
strides into the room. “You know what they said about the guy who couldn’t mind
his own business, don’t you?” He pointed his gun at his head. “He got a bullet
put through his head.”

The cop gasped and
backed away from us. “Please, I beg of you.”

“Oh, God.” Krusher
rolled his eyes. “Can we get this over with? I forgot what
cowards
cops turn into the second you take away a little bit of their control. No gun
means no power for these guys.”

“Do you ever shut
up?” Blaze snapped.

Krusher listened
for once, backing back into the hallway.

I picked the cop’s
body up off the ground and tossed him onto his bed. “I don’t want your money. There’s
a case you’ve been assigned involving
me and a girl over on
Richardson, Grace
. You keep bothering her family about where she is.”

“Right, the girl,
the girl. You want any leads I have on the girl.”

“What?” I shook my
head. “No, I want you to drop it. As far as you’re concerned it’s over with. At
this very moment that tape it being destroyed and if I hear anything more about
it, I’m going to come back here and rearrange the faces of that pretty family
you have downstairs that loves you so much, do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes.” He
nodded forcefully. “What case? It’s dropped! Please!”

“Good.” I turned
around. “Let’s go before anyone sees us.”

“Wait,” Krusher
said. “You said you had leads on the girl? What leads?”

“He doesn’t know
what he’s talking about,” Blaze said. “Let’s get out of here, who knows if
someone spotted us breaking down the door of a cop in their neighborhood and
called 911.”

Krusher shook his
head. “Wait a minute, what leads?” he asked the cop again, pointing his gun at
him. “Do you have any leads on where she’s hiding out?”

He shook his head.
“Hiding out? No, I was showing her face around town this week, trying to get a
feel for where she was and I got a call from someone who I gave my card to
saying that they saw someone who looked like her hiding out at this hotel they
work at over on Bayville.”

“Makes no sense,”
Blaze said.

“That’s Misfit
territory, must be someone else.” I turned around and headed for the door.
“Grace wouldn’t be staying in a hotel over there, she would know better than
that.”

“They said they
were positive it was her, said her and a bunch of men rented out the entire top
floor of the building and that everyone is on strict orders to not go up there,
even to clean. I was going to take a ride over there this afternoon and check
it out.”

Blaze glanced at
me. “But that makes no sense, Grace wouldn’t be held up in some hotel with a
bunch of Misfit brothers unless…” he trailed off, afraid to say out loud what I
was already thinking.

“Unless she was
being held there against her will,” I finished.

“Heather was
right?” Blaze asked, just as stunned as I was.

“Oh, God,” Krusher
said, sounded like he wanted to throw himself off the top of the building.
“That’s the girl you’re looking for? The crazy bitch that The Misfits have held
up in one of their hotels until their President gets back from Europe?”

“You knew about
this?” I growled, moving closer to him.

“I know they had a
girl there, I didn’t know it was the girl you were looking for!” He shook his
head. “I’m surprised you didn’t know about it, everyone in my fucking
brotherhood is talking about it states away, they think the girl is an absolute
lunatic.”

“And why the fuck
would they think that?” I barked
,
my rage factor was
rising by the minute. My Grace hadn’t run away from me, she was held up
somewhere having God knows what done to her.

“Because she
wasn’t captured,” Krusher said, rolling his eyes. “She turned herself over to
them!” He shook his head. “Unbelievable, this is the girl you’ve been throwing
a pity party over for weeks.”

“That’s
impossible!” I told him. “Grace wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Unless…” Blaze
trailed off.

“Unless what?” I
spun around to face him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually buying into this
bullshit, Blaze. Grace saw first hand what they were like, she would know
whatever happened to her would be the worst kind of torture before they killed
her completely.”

Blaze shook his
head. “You were so pissed off that night, Cutter, and I know how you get when
you’re mad. If she really thought you were done with her she might have… she
might have done it thinking that she was protecting you.”

“Whatever the
reason, she clearly has a death wish,” Krusher told us. “And she’s clearly
insane.” He looked back and forth between the two of us and shrugged. “What?
I’m just saying.”

“I don’t give a
fuck what you’re saying.” I pushed past both of them and started down the hall
toward the stairs. “I don’t have time for it.” And I didn’t, Grace was held up
somewhere by some of the worst men I’d ever came across in my life. And even
worse, she was there because of me. She was there for me. She thought she was
doing the right thing by me even if, as far as she was concerned, I wanted
nothing to do with her.

And that meant she
still cared for me just as much as I cared for her.

“Again,” Blaze
called, following after me. “We don’t have a plan.”

I stopped at the
top of the steps. “My plan is to go in there and get her back,” I told him.
“It’s been two weeks, I’m not giving it another fucking second. Now you’re
either with me or you aren’t. And if you aren’t then stay the fuck out of my
way.”

“I’m with you!”
Krusher agreed, always excited to tag along to danger.

I glanced at
Blaze. “Well?”

He sighed. “Come
on, you know I’m always with you.”

I swung around and
flew down to the first floor, now that we had that little debate settled I had
to go across town and get back the only woman I’d ever loved.

Chapter Five

GRACE

The pain was the
worst pain I’d ever felt in my life. Physically, anyway, emotionally it was
nowhere near the way I felt knowing Cutter didn’t want me anymore. After a
certain point, my body started to check out. Maybe it was after I’d lost enough
blood, or maybe it was after the fifth or sixth kick to my head.

“Okay, okay,” I
could hear Lance saying in between laughs. “Don’t fuck her up too much I still
want her to be conscious when I fuck the shit out of that fat pussy.”

One of his
brothers laughed. “I get to fuck her in the ass first, I want to take her
asshole virginity.” More laughing and the sound of hands cracking against one
another.

“Fuck no,” Lance
said. “I get to have her first everywhere!”

“Hope you brought
your coffee, brothers, it’s going to be one long night!” Someone hollered and
cheers erupted all around the room. “Are you sure we shouldn’t hit her a few more
times? Might be better if she’s knocked out, that’s when bitches are the best;
when they finally shut the fuck up.”

More hoots and
hollers.

Sexist, assholes.

“Na,” Lance said.
“I like when they fight, that’s the best part. Before this slut got him killed
me and one of my favorite brother’s used to go out hunting for the perfect type
of pussy, the kind you could just take.”

If everything
around me didn’t feel so fuzzy in my head, I probably would have been more
disgusted. How was it possible men like this still existed with all the strides
women had made over the years? I wished more than anything else in the world
right now that Cutter was there to teach this pompous asshole a lesson.

“Come on,” Lance
said. “Help me get her up, I’m ready for my fun.”

A few pairs of
rough hands dragged me over toward the bed and propped me up. I felt like I had
a bobble head, moving up and down and in and out of consciousness whenever it
saw fit. Lance dug his hand behind my hair and pulled me toward his crotch.
“You ready for a cock sandwich?”

“Fuck you,” I
whispered.

My head bobbed
back onto the bed and I told myself to just shut it off, all of it, and
hopefully the next time I opened my eyes I would be in a better place. A place
where none of this would matter, where none of the pain would hold me captive
any longer.

And it worked.

Because a second
later I heard the sound of gunshots and when I forced my heavy eyelids open I
saw the flash of Blaze’s head first and when I forced my vision to the right,
he was there.

Cutter.

He had Lance up
against the wall, beating the shit out of him. There was blood everywhere, rage
and sweat dripping down Cutter’s face. He looked like a wreck, I barely
recognized him he was so dirty and scruffy. And so reckless, the most reckless
I’d ever seen him.

I reached my hands
out slowly, wanting him near me. “Cutter,” I whispered. “Cutter.” I felt like I
was going to die, I felt like this may be the last thing I ever did in my life
and he was the last person I wanted to see, he was the last thing I wanted to
hear.

He had come for
me. He still cared.

My brave Cutter.

I glanced up,
unable to move and locked eyes with Krusher. Krusher? I squinted, sure that I
must be dreaming or hallucinating because I was so fucked up. What the hell was
he doing here? He dropped the guy he was fighting and shot him right in the
middle of the heart. Then he rushed over to where Cutter was and pulled him off
Lance.

It took him a few
tries but eventually he did it, pointing over to where I was holding my hand
out for him and then taking over for him, starting to kick Lance in the head
now that Cutter had dropped his body to the ground.

Cutter ran over to
me and took my hand in his. “Grace? Grace?” he called out. “I’m here, I’m
here.” He put one of his hands in the back of my head and looked down at me
with bloodshot eyes. “Grace? Can you hear me?”

I glanced up at
him then down at the floor where Clause lay. “He tried to help me,” I told him.
“Save him if you can.” I shook my head slowly, squeezing him with as much
strength as I could muster up. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything.” I
shook my head. “I’m not sure… Cutter, I’m not going to make it.”

“No!” Cutter said,
screaming. “Blaze! We need to get her to the hospital now! Get the car!” He
sounded frantic and frazzled; like he was lost in the middle of a maze he
couldn’t get out of.

Blaze took off,
leaving Krusher and Ace to finish the job.

“Grace, look at
me,” he told me. “Look at me! You don’t get to do this, okay? You don’t get to
say goodbye to me because you’re going to be fine, you have to be fine, Grace…
because I… because I never even got a chance to tell you how I’m in love with
you, Grace.”

I smiled through
the pain and held his grip tighter.

“Because I am
Grace, I’m in love with you.” He had tears in his eyes but he wasn’t allowing
them to fall down his cheeks. He pushed a piece of hair off my bloody forehead
and leaned down, kissing me all over my face. “And that’s something I never
thought I would be with anyone,” he told me half laughing.

“Cutter,” I whispered,
motioning for him to come closer to me.

He put his head
down next to me, inhaling my scent.

“I love you, too.”

And then I passed
out.

***

CUTTER

Heather raced into
the hospital lobby as fast as her little legs could carry her. She stopped when
she saw me pacing in the waiting room and ran up to me, wrapping her body
around me and pulling me into a hug. “Oh, Cutter,” she breathed into my neck.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

I held her close,
not wanting to let go for some reason.

Normally I wasn’t
a touchy feely type of dude but this whole situation had me fucked up and I
needed my sister close to me right now. I loved my brothers, they were one of
the few things I was willing to die for, but there were very few people in my
world that I felt like were a part of me. And as hard of a time as I gave her,
my sister was one of them.

“I love you,” she
said to me.

“I love you, too.”
I pushed her small frame away from me. The words had never come easy to me and
here I was saying them all over the damn place today.

“Is she going to
be okay?” She asked, worry crinkling her face.

I pointed toward
the other side of the hospital. “She’s in… she’s in surgery or something. I
don’t know! I keep asking the fucking nurses to get me the doctor and no one
will fucking tell me anything!” I ran my hands up and down my face, slapping
myself in the skin a few times.

I felt so out of
it, so lost.

I didn’t know what
I would do if she wasn’t okay.

I needed her to be
okay.

Blaze came back
into the waiting room, cups of coffee in hand. “You need to calm down, Cutter,
getting all worked up isn’t going to make the situation better for anyone,
especially Grace.”

“That’s true,”
Krusher called from his spot on the couch he was lounging on. He had his feet
up, sipping an iced latte he’d managed to get somehow. “I’ve always found the
best situations are the ones in which you don’t panic.”

“Who invited him?”
Heather hissed, pissed off. “This is supposed to be about Grace. He doesn’t
even know her!” She uncrossed her arms and took one of the coffees out of
Blaze’s hands, taking a small sip.

“Sure,” Blaze
said. “I’ll share.” He placed his hand over my sisters and brought the coffee
to his lips, taking a long sip before releasing her from his grasp. “You’re
right, it is about Grace. So let’s keep it that way and not worry about what
Krusher is or isn’t doing here.”

The door swung
open and a man in a long white coat came out with a clipboard in his hand.
“Who’s here for the girl that was found beat up in the doorway of her apartment
building?”

Krusher sat up.
“We are.”

We were?

“We are?” Heather
asked.

Krusher lunged up
from the chair and pushed me toward the doctor. “I couldn’t exactly tell them
that we rescued her from a room full of bikers and then killed them all, now
could I?”

He was right, that
would cause too many questions. Blaze already had our clean up crew at the
hotel getting rid of any evidence of what had taken place.

“Yes, that’s me,”
I said. “I mean she’s with me. Is she okay?”

“Whoever attacked
her did a number on her. She has a lot of scraps and bruised muscles and a
broken arm. They came about this far from cracking her knee cap.” He glanced
down at the chart. “She’s going to be okay but I recommend some light physical
therapy and bed rest for a while. She needs to heal.”

I nodded. “But
she’s going to be okay?”

“She’s going to be
okay, yes.”

I sighed in relief
along with the rest of my crew.

“I need to see
her,” I told him. “Please.”

He shook his head.
“Visiting hours are over but she’s been asking for you. I’m assuming you’re
Cutter?” He nodded when I said yes like this was good enough for him. “Then you
may go and see her, but only you, the rest of you will have to wait until
tomorrow morning.”

He didn’t have to
tell me twice, I darted toward the double doors.

“Cutter?” The
doctor called out after me.

I stopped and
looked back at him.

He glanced around
the room, taking in Blaze, Krusher, and Ace. “If you care about this girl the
way I think you do… you may want to keep in mind what the kind of life you live
may do to her.”

Anger overwhelmed
me.

Blaze stepped
forward. “You aren’t telling him anything he doesn’t know or hasn’t thought
about himself, doctor.” He walked around him, putting himself between the two
of us. “Go see her, Cutter.”

I turned away from
him before I did something I might regret later, especially because we were in
a public place. What the hell was everyone’s problem? I had just gotten her
back and already everyone was trying to keep us apart again. It was fucking
annoying; like I didn’t have enough shit to deal with right now I had to listen
to some stuck up doctor tell me about how I should be taking care of the woman
I loved.

Well, he was an
idiot.

I wasn’t going to
let anyone take Grace away from me ever again.

She slept for
hours but I didn’t care, just being in the same room with her was enough. She
looked a lot better than she did before, at least, she wasn’t covered in blood
anymore, but she still looked pretty bad. I couldn’t believe I’d fucked up so
bad, I couldn’t believe I’d let her stay there for so long without realizing
what the hell had happened.

I’d been too busy
throwing myself a pity party to wake the fuck up.

Grace stirred in
the bed, slashing back and forth until her eyes finally flickered open. I was
at her side within seconds, holding her hand in mine. She motioned to her mouth
and I grabbed a bottle of water off the side table, slowly laying it into her
mouth.

She took a few
large gulps and then pulled me close to her. “Cutter!”

I wrapped my arms
around her gently, not wanting to hurt her. “
Shh
,” I
said into her hair. “It’s okay, I’m here now, I’m here. You’re going to be
okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“I was so scared,”
she said into my chest. “I can’t believe you came, I can’t believe you actually
came back to me. You saved me, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything.”

I leaned her body
back from mine gently. “First of all, are you okay? Are you in pain?” I looked
up and down her body, worried about the marks that seemed to cover her skin in
so many different spots.

“I’m okay,” she
said slowly. “A little sore but I would be a lot worse if it weren’t for you
and your brothers coming in when you did and saving me.” She rubbed up and down
my arm with her good hand. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Of course, I
came, Grace. Are you joking?” I looked her in the eyes. “I’m always going to
come if you need me, I’m not… I’m not ever going to let anything bad happen to
you. I’m just sorry it took me so long.” I leaned forward and brushed my lips
against hers softly.

“Oh, I missed
that,” she whispered, a soft smile on her lips.

“Me too,” I sat on
the edge of her bed. “Now that we’ve figured out that you’re okay… Grace, what
the hell were you thinking? How could you do something like that to me? How
could you do something like that to your family? Or to yourself for that
matter?”

She shook her head
and her eyes grew wide. “I didn’t do it to you, Cutter, I did it for you. Don’t
you get it? I didn’t want you to have to go to war over me. You said Krusher
couldn’t be handed over and I… I betrayed you. It was the right thing to do.”

“It wasn’t!” I
yelled. “It wasn’t the right thing, it was the wrong thing!” I shook my head
and forced myself to lower my voice. “I came back to the room to look for you
Grace and you were just gone! I thought…” I trailed off and glanced out the
window. “I thought that you left me.”

Grace let out a
long breath. “I would never leave you, Cutter.”

I turned around
and looked back at her, closing the distance between the two of us again. “And
I’m never going to leave you, Grace. No matter what. I don’t care if you make a
million shady deals with my father, I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

Tears filled her
eyes. “I love you, I love you so much.”

I crushed my lips
against hers, forgetting about her injuries until she winced at my contact. I
pulled away from her. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” I took my hand away from her,
not wanting to cause her any more pain.

She closed her
eyes and leaned into me. “Say it again.”

“What?” I smirked.
“Baby?”