Bare (Diamondback MC 3)

“Be out in the van,” I grouse, walking out, leaving them be. No one needs my piss-poor attitude right now, and I need a Goddamn minute to shut out the world and center myself.

Fourteen

Sadie

“Monroe, wake up, sweetie.” She slept through the last time Scar made his entrance into this room, licking his lips like one of us was his morsel to taste. Gag me with a stick. The only good part about him coming in was the phone call he received, causing him to leave, and with that, the door was left wide open. I counted to one hundred ten times before shaking Monroe up from her nap.

“What’s wrong, what? Oh fuck, this isn’t a dream.” Henley is sweating through her clothes, plastering me with a fever I’m praying she broke, but now she’s been even longer without antibiotics, and I know she needs them.

“We’re leaving.” I nod towards the door. “I’m going to give you Henley to carry. I’ll go out first to make sure the coast is clear. If they come after us, you run. I don’t care what you have to do, just get to the club.”

“I can’t leave you. You’re coming with us. We’ll figure this out together.” I’m not going to argue with her, because who knows how much time we have left until someone comes back.

“Don’t argue with me. Right now, getting you and Henley out is my priority. You can yell later. Here, hold Henley.” I jostle her lightly, trying to be careful of waking her up while giving her to Monroe. My lips kiss the crown of her head, getting one last moment with her just in case it’s the last.

“Alright, let’s go. Though, if there’s a chance for you to come with us, don’t be dumb, please.” The way she tacks on please at the end almost has me laughing.

“Deal. Now let me go first, and then you two follow me.” Monroe nods. My steps are light as a feather, trying not to make any noise just in case Scar makes an appearance.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Monroe questions. I turn my head, making a be quiet motion with my finger against my lips. If I ever get out of here, there’s definitely going to be a chat with Doc about Monroe and the need to talk things to death.

“Fine,” she says quietly. My head is the first thing out the doorway, looking left and then right, doing a double take when I see Scar on the ground, facing up, and a bullet hole between his eyes. I’d like to say I feel bad that he’s dead, but I don’t. Clearly, he wasn’t the best of human beings walking this earth.

“Monroe, look straight ahead when we get out into the hallway. Whatever you do, don’t look down,” I warn her.

“Sure. Now that’s the first thing I want to do.” I’m sensing she’s using her sense of humor and the need to talk to calm her nerves, so I don’t respond. Instead, I walk towards Scar, seeing a gun lying beside him, thankful for Ruger and his insistence on at least being used to the feel of one in my hand and knowing the mechanics. Though we never made it to the gun range on club property. That’s another thing to rectify. I hear Monroe’s hiss of breath, clearly doing what I told her not to, but I can’t take chances right now. The only thing on my mind is getting her and Henley to safety.

“Dear God.” This place is small. Had I known how tiny it was, I probably would have gotten us out of here hours ago. That being said, I wasn’t anticipating what we walk into next.

“Holy shit, no way. Sadie, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Yeah, but who the hell did all of this?” I respond, looking at three other guys, dead with bullet holes in their foreheads, much like Scar. We never heard gunshots ring out, leaving me with one scary piece of information. Someone’s in here, and with silencers. “We need to leave now, right fucking now.”

“Waiting on you.” I run towards the door, wrench it open, and stop in my tracks. The shit just keeps hitting the fan because there’s Tony, killed the same way as the others, and standing beside him, gun in her hand raised at us, is a woman.

Fifteen

Ruger

The kid was right. We never heard dick from Tony. We still loaded him up in the van, hog tied and with duct tape slapped across his gunshot wounds. Not the best of work, but it held the blood in a bit and made it so he wouldn’t pass out on us.

“I can’t believe Bennett managed to hot wire a bike in the amount of time he had and followed them out here. From what he told me, a little old lady asked for help, then she pistol-whipped him as soon as he bent to change her tire,” Shovel grunts on our way to meet up with Bennett and the rest of the brothers.