Kink's Way (17 page)

“Callie, God, what’s wrong?” Cookie said and moved
closer, fearing that she had just gotten a call that Kink and the other men
were… She shook her head, not about to think about that, or even contemplate
that Kink was dead. “Callie, honey, talk to me.” She grabbed her shoulders,
shook her slightly, and tried to get through the clear shock that had taken
over Callie.

Molly finally came back downstairs, and Tatum
finished up in the bathroom. Adrianna followed shortly after.

Kendra, probably the youngest girl that had been in
Denver when the pimp had attacked them, came out of one of the rooms. She
stopped, looked at everyone, and said, “Oh, God, more bad news?”

And then when Harlem, another young girl from the
house, shuffled behind Kendra, Cookie could have screamed. This wasn’t a
fucking circus, yet there were now several women staring at them. They all wore
either confused or worried expressions, and Cookie hadn’t even heard what the
news was Callie had just gotten. Cookie glanced away from the women, and looked
back at the young girl. “Callie, sweetheart, please tell me what’s going on.”

Callie looked at Cookie, opened her mouth, and
promptly shut it. She closed her eyes, and these two big tears slipped out of
the corner of them. Cookie felt that dread fill her to the point she felt like
she was suffocating from it all. Her throat tightened, and just staring at
Callie, and seeing the pain cover her face, Cookie just wanted to take the girl
in her arms and comfort her.

When Callie opened her mouth again, this gasping
sound left her. She scrubbed her hand over her face, and Cookie saw the way her
hands shook. She stared right at Cookie, and the color of her eyes looked so
much like Kink’s. “That was the police.” Callie swallowed audibly again. “My
mom and Dale are dead.”

Chapter Thirteen

Kink was in front, with Lucien, the rest of The
Brothers, and Jagger and his men following closely behind. They were not some
kind of trained SWAT team, but they were organized, and had the same goal in
mind: end this now so no one else got hurt. This cult had stirred up shit in
Fairview, and although Kink hadn’t been there, he had heard from Malice and the
other guys what the cult had done. This “church” had a one-track mindset, one
that was toxic, vile, and screamed it was their way or no way. The Brothers
would have just turned their back on their hateful protesting, but the cult had
taken it way over the fucking line, and now it was time to get their answers,
and make them see that once they screwed with the MC, they were dead.

Kink stopped, which caused the rest of the guys to
do the same. He was just about to round a corner when he saw the slight shadow
move across the wall, and heard the shuffling of someone moving closer. Marx’s
men were standing on the other side of the building, waiting for the action to
start so they could move in and take out anyone vulnerable. He turned and
glanced at Lucien who was directly behind him. The President of the club looked
hard, tense. They gave each other a brisk nod, not that they could read each
other’s minds, but because they knew what they needed to do.

Kink stepped around the corner, gun trained straight
in front of him, and the only light coming from one of the broken skylights
above him. The man who stood only a few feet from them had his back to Kink,
but upon hearing something behind him the man turned. For a moment all they did
was
stare
at each other. The MC men wouldn’t react
until Kink or this fucker made the first move. But the man didn’t move so much
as a muscle for a long minute, and then his smile spread, as if he had been
expecting Kink.

“Welcome, brother.” The cult member smiled wider,
and from the corner of his eye Kink saw the guy’s fingers move. “Before this is
over with you will be the ones kneeling before us, and accepting our way.” The
man lifted his gun, but Kink was the one to react faster.

He shot his gun right when the cult member lifted
his and aimed it right at Kink’s chest. The sound of the bullet leaving his
Glock
ricocheted off the metal wall, and had this ringing
settling in his ears. It was like a giant tuning fork had been hit, and they
were stuck in the center of it. The MCs reacted, moved behind Kink, and then
they went forward in unison. The cult member lay on the floor groaning. Kink
hadn’t killed him, but he had incapacitated him with a bullet to his knee.

“Where is the fucker that is leading you and these
lemmings?” Lucien said in a deep, deadly voice.

Kink was on alert, watching the narrow hallway and
listening for any movement up ahead. He turned around, saw Jagger and his boys
scanning the area behind them, and knew they were watching as well.

“You are all nothing but cattle in all of this,” the
man said again, and then moaned out and clutched his knee. “We knew you’d come
to us after you received our message.”

There was a low hiss that came from Lucien, but Kink
focused before him. Malice was beside him, and Rock came up on the other side
of Kink. He glanced over his shoulder quickly.

“Where is he?” Lucien leaned down on his haunches
and moved close enough that he was right in the man’s face. “You think you’re
in pain now, you haven’t felt anything yet.” Lucien wrapped his hand around the
guy’s throat.

“Lucien, we need to keep moving. They no doubt heard
the gun, and the longer we sit here with this piece of shit, the more time they
have to prepare for us.”

Lucien didn’t move for a suspended second, and when
it was clear they weren’t going to get any answers out of the cult member aside
from Lucien clocked him right in the fucking face.

“We welcome the pain because that is the will of the
mighty, but heed our words, and know that when this is all said and done your
bodies,
and the ones of those whores you protect and make
money off of, will be lying at our feet.”

And then Malice was moving toward Lucien and the
man, lifting his gun, and putting a bullet in the guy’s head. The cult member
fell to the ground on his side.

“Damn, man,” Lucien said and slowly rose to stand.
“Nice fucking shot.” Lucien clapped Malice on the shoulder. Everyone stared at
the body on the ground, but then snapped into motion. They didn’t waste another
second in moving down the hallway, but when they rounded a corner they faced
off with a man standing before an entryway. The light from the room behind him
shone brightly, and the chanting that came forward was loud but muffled. But
the man didn’t raise the gun he had strapped to his side. Instead he moved to
the side and gestured them forward. Brick was on the guy a second later, taking
him down as if he were nothing more than an annoying fly.

“Brothers, there is no need for violence.” The deep,
male voice came through the open entryway, and the sound of the men grabbing
their guns and aiming them was loud behind Kink. “But we will engage if that is
the will of our Master. Enter, show yourselves, and let us worship the good and
only.”

They could see the man speaking, the one who was
clearly the leader as he wore this bright white robe, had this large wooden
cross hanging from his neck, and had about twenty men standing behind him in
dark hooded cloaks. None of the MC men said anything, but Kink felt their
anger, felt the violence brewing right below the surface. It was the same thing
he felt, the same hatred he had for these men he didn’t even know.

“That’s him, that’s the motherfucker that was
leading these washouts in Fairview,” Malice said as he moved up closer beside
Kink. He glanced at Malice, saw his jaw locked up tight, and then lowered his
gaze to his hand only to see his knuckles bone white from holding the gun
tightly.

“You followed us from Fairview, came to our
territory, and spouted your holier-than-thou bullshit,” Malice gritted out, and
Lucien reached out and grabbed his forearm.

“Easy, brother.”

Kink took a step to the side and let Lucien move
forward. “You knew we were here,” Lucien stated matter-of-factly.

The leader nodded, and his grin widened. “We knew
that the bombing would get your attention, and we have come to learn that you
and your little congregation are in desperate need of our guidance.” The leader
stepped back, and the dark robbed men moved an inch forward.

Kink and the other MC members lifted their guns, but
the leader
tsked
and shook his head.

“Brothers, we are here to save you, to bring you
redemption for your sins, and help you see the light.”

“Motherfucker, the only thing we are going to be
doing is taking you down,” Lucien gritted out, and Kink knew that the showdown
was going to happen any minute now. Everyone was barely leashing in their rage
as they stared at the bastards that thought destroying their property and
putting innocent lives in danger was “saving them”.

“Join us and put away all of your filthy and immoral
ways of earning a living.” The leader grinned. “Be one of us or fall like the
banished angel from heaven.”

“Oh man, this is like a really bad and twisted
afterschool special,” Stinger said from behind Kink.

“You have to be high, drunk, and deranged to think
we came here to join your little fucking cult,” Malice said. The men removed
their hoods, and Kink was relieved to see there were no women or children
amongst them.

“That little explosion was a threat,
a warning that we will not stand by and let this world get
sent down to the pits of hell by the likes of you and your kind.”

“Our kind?”
Jagger was the one to speak, and The Grizzly leader looked two seconds away
from tearing through his skin.

“The kind that sells women for pleasure, deals with
drugs, guns, and the like. You and yours are a stain upon humanity, and the
sooner you are eradicated, the sooner this world can get back on the right
track, too.”

“You piece of shit,” Rock growled out, and before
Kink knew what was happening Rock had fired a shot. The next sequence of events
happened fast. The large room was filled with shouting and gunfire. Kink and
Lucien moved to the side, and he pressed his back to the metal beam.

“Go around, Kink, take out as many of these bastards
as you can.” A bullet slammed into the concrete in front of them, and Kink and
Lucien both ducked.

“Where the fuck were they hiding those guns?” Kink
asked and leaned to the side, and saw the cult members no longer wore their
dark robes. They held shotguns and 9mm handguns, and Kink realized these
fuckers had them hidden under their cloaks the whole time.

“Man, these guys are fucking
psycho
,”
Lucien said and ducked just as a stray bullet slammed into the wall beside him.
“And they’re dead.”

Kink nodded at Lucien, and they both turned and
faced off with the firing squad. Jagger and his men were taking care of several
of them, and The Brothers had the other half, but there were three men,
including that fucking crazy ass leader, who were coming toward him and Lucien.
Kink fired off a shot and took out the guy to the right. Lucien put a bullet in
the head of the guy on the left. The bodies stacked up on the ground, and
several of Marx’s men came running in through a side door. Blood thickened the
air in a tangy, metallic scent that was nauseating, but familiar. Soon the
large warehouse room was filled with Brothers of Menace and Grizzly bikers.
Everyone was breathing hard, and they slowly moved forward, circling the
leader, who wore this cocky smile on his face.

“Brothers, children of the light, we are one.” The
leader held his arms up above his head, tipped his chin up, and closed his
eyes.

“Motherfucker, you’re about to be another body on
this ground.” Lucien moved forward, cocked his gun, and stopped when he was a
foot from the leader.

“Tobias, my brother.
My name is Tobias.” The leader grinned. “You can kill me, lay my body with my
brethren, but I won’t be the one that judges you. That bomb should have killed
you and all of your fucking whores,” Tobias snarled out. “And if I had to do
over again, I would have taken the bitches out myself, and rid the world of
their disgusting and nasty lives on this earth.”

“Well, well, well, looks like the asshole’s true
colors are coming out,” Ruin said on a humorless laugh.

“I don’t need any other reason to have done what I
did other than the fact I am doing my God’s work.”

“Motherfucker, I should make you suffer for all your
bullshit,” Lucien said, and in the next instance backhanded Tobias so hard the
leader fell backward. The deadly silence filled the room. Kink clutched the gun
and felt his skin pull taut with the need riding high in him to just shoot the
asshole.

“Why would you follow us? You could have done your
creepy, demented shit back in Utah, but you traveled here to, what? End up with
my gun pointed to your head and two seconds away from tasting the bullet?”
Lucien snarled out, and lifted the gun. “If you would have stayed in Fairview
and minded your own fucking business you wouldn’t be about to die right now.
But you put the people that are my family in danger, and because of that I will
not show you any mercy.”