Kraken (Hades Abyss MC 4) - Harley Wylde Page 0,32
over the damn place and gather up a few men. By the time we got on the road, night was falling. The wind blew through my hair, but it didn’t have the usual calming effect. My bike ate up the miles, and with every minute that passed, I worried what they were doing to my woman. It gnawed at me, nearly drove me insane, thinking of their hands on her. I knew what she’d been through before, and I didn’t want her to live through it again.
My fault. I failed her.
It took too fucking long to reach the Sadistic Saints’ territory. My body ached, and exhaustion pulled at me. A line of bikes was on the side of the road, along with two trucks. The men waiting had on cuts from various clubs. Reckless Kings. Savage Raptors. Wicked Mayhem. It seemed Havoc had been busy on the phone while I’d gotten my wounds patched. I glanced his way and he merely smirked.
“Told you there would be backup. These men want a piece of these assholes just as much as you do,” Havoc said.
“Can’t exactly go in guns blazing,” I said. “I have no idea where Phoebe is and I won’t risk her life.”
“We scoped the place out already.” I scanned the man’s cut. Socket. Wicked Mayhem MC. “You won’t like what you find inside.”
“Phoebe…”
“It’s bad, man.” He held out his hand. “I’m Loch. Socket and I got here first. Did what little recon we could until the others got here.”
“She’s going to need a doctor. I’m Crow, by the way. With Reckless Kings.”
“I appreciate all of you coming. I need to get her out of there, then I want to put an end to those bastards once and for all. Should have burned this damn place to the ground after I took out Deuce.” If I’d done that, maybe Phoebe would be safe at home right now.
“They’re all drunk as shit,” said Socket. “Means they’re dangerous, but they’re also slow. I think we can take them.”
Havoc folded his arms. “Not going to tell you what to do on your own damn mission, but if it were me, I’d get my woman the fuck out of there and run. Let the rest of us handle these assholes. We’ll make sure there’s nothing left.”
“No. Not nothing. I need to handle this myself. Find out who hurt her the most, who started it. I want that man gift wrapped with a fucking bow, then I want to rip his insides out with my bare hands.”
Havoc grinned. “Knew I liked you. Consider it done. Just focus on Phoebe.”
Crow tipped his head to the trucks. “One of those is ours. There’s a Prospect ready and willing to go wherever you need him to. Put your woman in the truck and follow on your bike. Get her to the nearest fucking hospital.”
If she needed a hospital… what the hell had they done to her? I nodded and pulled both my gun and my knife. Crow and Havoc took point, clearing a path for me. Even though I’d said no to going in guns blazing, that’s exactly what we did. A few men came in through the back. I scanned the area, not seeing any sign of Phoebe, but the blood on the floor drew my attention.
I gave myself a mental slap and hurried down the hall. A man in a Sadistic Saints cut tumbled out of the bathroom, still zipping his pants. I didn’t hesitate, didn’t even think. I just pointed and pulled the trigger. He fell to the floor and I knelt, dragging the blade of my knife across his throat. As he gurgled and choked on his own blood, I made my way to Phoebe’s room, hoping I’d find her there.
I kicked in the door and saw her on the floor near the bathroom. I holstered my gun and put away my knife, dropping to my knees beside her. Tears burned my throat and eyes as I surveyed the damage they’d done.
“Oh, baby girl. I’m so fucking sorry.” I moved her hair off her face and openly wept at the carnage. I pulled a blanket off the bed and wrapped her in it before lifting her into my arms. I carried her out the back and went back to the road. A Prospect leaned against one of the trucks and jerked to attention as I got closer. He opened the backdoor and I laid Phoebe on the seat. “Nearest hospital. I’ll follow.”
He nodded and