Reprisal (Tidals & Anchors MC 2)

“How’s it going, darling?” he asked, taking me into his arms and kissing my cheek.

“Good! So what brings you here?” I asked, with a bright smile.

“Looking for something that was taken from me,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I was just wondering if you might know where I could find it.”

“Depends on what it is,” I replied with a laugh.

“I think you know what I’m looking for Alaska,” he said with a tired sigh. “I’m really not in the mood for games. Just tell me where you put Leon’s boy and we’ll leave. No repercussions; scout’s honor.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. Fuck. I knew he found out somehow. I looked Pardon up and down for a moment before I went over and sat down next to him on the edge of the stage.

“What makes you think I would know anything about that?” I asked, glancing at him.

“Bring her in, Boots,” he nodded to one of his larger, scarier looking club members.

Bring who in? I thought curiously as I looked toward the door. When the club member reappeared, he had a small, obviously frightened person by the arm. The closer they got the more I realized who it was and I felt myself become furious.

“Judas bitch! You can fucking shoot her for all I care,” I spat out angrily. “You and your sister deserve everything that happens to you, Saylor! And in case you were wondering I already put your bitch sister down myself.”

Pardon glanced at me and gave me a grim smile. I didn’t understand at first. The look on his face was smug and dangerous at the same time.

“I knew you’d have him,” he said softly. “Warner got to you, didn’t he? Told you the Raders are good people? Did you know that he’s the one that set up Nero? He’s the reason he wound up in the warehouse getting cut up, but you just couldn’t leave well enough alone could you, Alaska? You just had to play the hero and go running in to save him. Warner hates Nero. He hates Leon. The only one he respects is Harold, but you’re too blinded by worshiping the legend of Leon that you pretty much made up for yourself, that you don’t see anything else. Your father would be so disappointed if he knew what his little girl was up too. Hiding the man that almost killed him because of her wanting to be so badly like his old man.”

“Leave Warner out of this,” I replied through grit teeth.

“That depends on you Alaska. You gonna give me what I want or am I gonna send Saylor to kill your old man?” he asked.

I looked down at my shoes and took a deep breath. Glancing at the blinds I could see that they were being held open by two sets of curious hands.

What would Leon do?

With a slight shake of my head, I looked at Pardon and smiled, “I don’t have him.”

“Kill them both and burn this fucking place to the ground,” he said to Boots, who shoved Saylor onto the stage. Pardon signaled for the rest of his club to follow him as he walked out of Femme Fatale.

Five

Dallas

The outside condition of Swing’s workshop made my heart drop into my ass when I arrived. The door had been left cracked open, something he never allowed, and as we backed our bikes into our usual spaces, I was honestly terrified to see what the inside looked like.

“It’s not that bad once you get over what the outside looks like,” Red assured me, as I walked toward him.

No sooner had he said that, did Honest walk out of the workshop looking extremely pale. “There’s so much blood,” he mumbled in a shaky voice.

“You’re not helping right now,” Red snapped at him.

“I’m sorry, Dallas,” Honest said looking at me with tears in his eye. He blinked a few times to keep them from falling and shook his head as he walked past me and went to sit on his bike.

“What’s he apologizing for?” I asked Red, a sick feeling suddenly forming in the pit of my stomach.

“He’s overreacting. I’m telling you that it is not that bad Dallas. Swing wasn’t the only person in there, remember? That mask with the bullet hole is still in there; whoever was wearing it was bleeding out too. It’s not all his. Come on,” he said, leading the way in.

“I don’t know if I want to see this,” I replied, not moving.

“Dallas. I know how tight you and Nero are; I wouldn’t let you walk into some shit show if I didn’t think you couldn’t handle it. You know if he was here right now, he’d call you a pussy and shove you inside,” Red remarked with a chuckle.

If he were here right now, I wouldn’t have to worry about this shit, I thought grimly. With a nod, I relented and followed Red