Cocky's Fight (Devils Rejects MC 6)

“What shoes? What perfume?” She shakes her head back and forth quickly. “I didn’t take her stuff. I would never hurt Jimmy,” she cries, and I throw my hands up and pace the small room as Uno watches on.

“What could have happened to her?” I look at Uno and we both come to the same conclusion. “Jim,” we both snarl the name at the same time.

“I’ll call Terror and have him trace her cellphone,” Uno volunteers.

In the meantime, I call Hades and ask him what the hell should I do with Carmen. He says Boogeyman will take care of the cunt. I wanted to deal with her personally but finding Melissa and Jimmy is more important. They are all that matters to me. I can’t just sit still. I drive all over town. Everyone is looking for Melissa and Jimmy. I can’t reach my contact in Indiana who was supposed to be watching that bastard Jim either. I feel helpless and useless. When I get my hands on Jim, I will end him. If he has hurt them, I promise his end will not be a quick one.

My cellphone vibrates from the inner pocket of my cut as I walk into the Cherry Room. It’s Terror. “Got a hit on Melissa’s phone. The old carpet warehouse. Not far from the motel on the outer edge of town. Cupid and I will meet you there.”

I run back to the truck I borrowed from the garage and hit the gas. I’m the first to arrive. I park and pull my gun out of the glovebox. I don’t wait for backup. All that matters is getting to Melissa and making sure that her and the kid are okay. I find a side entrance with the lock broke and make my way inside.

The main floor is empty as far as I can tell from a quick sweep of the place, so I go up to the second floor where the offices once were and find them all locked and no sign of my woman or her son. I dial her phone, but it goes straight to voicemail. I hear movement on the first floor, but it is only Terror and Uno.

Then I hear Uno’s voice crack when he yells, “In here.” I know the scene must be bad. I rush toward the sound of his voice where he stands with tears running down his face, stricken with grief and heartache. He puts a hand to my chest to stop me, but I push past him. My beautiful Lissa is rocking in the corner covered in blood while brandishing a knife. Her teeth are chattering, and she has this blank stare masked on her face. The corners of her mouth are slit, dried with blood. Jim is dead at her feet on a mattress soaked with blood. I hold my hand out to her. “Come on, baby. I need you to tell me where Jim Jam is.” The mention of her son seems to snap her out of shock and a sob rips from her throat. I get her out of the small room and give her the shirt off my back.

The word motel leaves her mouth in a low whisper.

I look to Uno and I don’t even need to ask. He takes her into his arms and tells me he will take her to Amber. Cupid is the last on the scene and him and Terror will take care of disposing of Jim’s body and erasing any trace of what happened here. I gotta go get Jimmy.

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I found little man scared but unharmed alone in a motel room. Cupid and MaryAnn are watching over him while Melissa recovers at home in bed from her injuries. Her wounds would raise too many questions if treated at the hospital so Amber has been coming over twice a day to tend to her.

Melissa hasn’t spoken much. She’s weak and locked away inside herself. I don’t need her to tell me what happened. Terror recovered her phone from the scene and there were videos of the vile things that monster subjected her to. Things I will never speak of because if I think about the torture my woman endured it makes me fly mad with an unstoppable rage. All that matters is that Melissa is safe and warm in my bed. Jimmy is okay too. And that monster Jim is dead, and his body will never be found. He will never harm her again. No one will. She has a long road to recovery, not only physically but mentally.

I am worried about her, but I know she is tough.

Chapter 16

—Melissa

Two months later

“Shouldn’t you be living it up in Texas by now?” I look at Uno standing outside my front door holding a bouquet of flowers and he shoots me a faint smile.

“Just visiting. Had to come by and check in on you. Shawn said it would be okay?”

“He did?” My expression must show my surprise.

“He’s a good guy. He loves you.”

“Yeah, I know. Please come in.” I step aside so he can enter the house I share with Shawn. Things have been rough for us. He’s been so strong all the time for me. Not pushing me to get out of the bed on the days I have felt too depressed to do so all while suffering in silence and battling his own demons. It took some coaxing but eventually he told me about Carmen and how that made him feel so broken up inside. Like less of a man. All that coupled with the fact that he wasn’t here to stop Jim has taken a toll on my man. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Take a beer if you have one.” Uno takes a seat on the couch.

I excuse myself to the kitchen to get his cold beer and to put the flowers in water. “Here you are.” I hand the bottle off to him and take a seat in the recliner on the opposite side of the room. “So how are things? Stephanie have her baby yet?”

“Two weeks old tomorrow. A boy. Has his mother’s temper.” We both laugh at that. “How are you really?”

“I have my good days and my bad, but Shawn has been so wonderful to me. We are both finally starting to heal. He told me how you were there, how you helped him with the Carmen situation and through my whole ordeal with Jim. I really appreciate you doing that. It means a lot to me—to both of us.”

“Don’t mention it. Shawn would have done the same for me. When push comes to shove, we are still brothers patched or not. I care about both of you and little man. I wanted to get him a little something for his birthday. I hope you don’t mind that I gave Shawn a card to give to him later at his party.”

“You could stick around and give it to him yourself.”

“Nah, sweetheart. I gotta get back on the road. Had some business to take care of in Drag Creek and just swung through here on my way home to Texas.”

He stands, and I go to see him out. He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I want you to be happy, Melissa. I’ll be expecting an invitation to the wedding when you and Cocky say I do.”