Hyde's Absolution (Sydney Storm MC 4)

King walked our way carrying Jen’s limp body. Her blood-soaked clothes hung from her, and I knew from the amount of blood that there was no way her heart, or her baby’s, was still beating.

I’d seen my president handle some bad shit. Had watched many times while he allowed his madness to take over. I watched now as that madness circled, claiming him.

It was in the rigid set of his shoulders.

The harsh lines etched into his face.

The savage hollow of his eyes.

King would go on a rampage to avenge these deaths.

I strode towards him, meeting him halfway.

“Who the fuck did this? Did you get a look at them?” I demanded, taking in the blood covering him, trying to figure out if he’d also been shot. Trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

He exploded with deranged anger. The veins in his neck strained against his skin, and his lips pulled back, baring his teeth. “I don’t know who it was, but they fucking messed with the wrong man.”

Blood roared in my ears as I balled my fists. The need for vengeance surged through my veins as I stared at Jen lying in King’s arms.

Where the fuck would this end? We now had the blood of a woman and her unborn child on our hands. The body count was adding up too fucking fast.

“Let’s move this the fuck off the road.” Nitro rounded us up and pulled the clubhouse gate closed behind us.

When we were safely inside the compound, King knelt and placed Jen on the grass. He pressed a hand to her belly and kept it there. His

jaw clenched as he looked up at us with cold, hard eyes. He didn’t say a word, but we all read his silence. No words were needed.

Our club was in turmoil, and anarchy would follow. It wouldn’t matter that the feds were watching, or that picking off enemies could bring new ones. King’s wrath would dictate our actions from here on out, and as brothers, we would all stand behind him. We would be ruthless and uncompromising to the bitter end.

“Fuck!” Devil thundered, nostrils flaring. “We’re done trying to fucking pander to Ryland. We need to take that fucker out once and for all.”

King grunted as he stood. Ignoring Devil, he pulled out his phone and made a call. “Billy. Tell me you fucking have something for me,” he barked when Billy answered.

When he ended the call, his eyes met mine. “We have an address.”

“For?”

“Someone tied to the motherfucker who did this.”

King inhaled sharply, determination filling his face. “This guy wants a war? He’s fucking got one.”

It was a two-storey building we were sent to. In a quiet, unsuspecting suburb full of soccer mums. Dusk had fallen on the busy street as people arrived home from work, There were far too many people around for what we had to do.

King didn’t care. He’d pulled fifteen club members from the get-together for this. We roared in on our bikes, not even trying to draw attention away from us.

“You take the back, I’ll come in from the front,” King said, and I directed members to where he wanted them.

There was no silent entry. We kicked in doors and filed into the house, spreading out as we went. It was a huge place with numerous rooms to check. No furniture, though, so nothing slowed us.

The lower level of the house was clear. Not a person in sight, silence consumed the place. I met King at the bottom of the staircase. He pointed up, and most of us followed him. Devil stayed downstairs with another member to ensure no one came at us while upstairs.

We checked every room methodically and came up with nothing. There was no one in the house. I pulled the curtain across in the last bedroom we checked, to see if anyone was outside.

“It’s fucking clear,” I said to King who paced the bedroom we stood in with Nitro. The rest of the club members waited outside in the hallway, ready for King’s next order.

He slowed and glanced up. Pointing, he said, “Here.”

I followed his gaze to an attic ladder.