Biker Born: The Lost Souls MC Series (The Lost Souls Series Book 4) (22 page)

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

MICHAEL

The best time of the month is the ride home after a run. Six hours on the road with the road beneath me and the open blue sky above us, nothing matters and responsibilities do not exist. And of course, the fat payday in my pocket helps too.

Oak has appeared from the store with another Barbie doll.

“Don’t you think she’s got enough of them by now?” I laugh, as he stuffs it in his saddle bag.

“One more won’t hurt then.”

“I doubt Kit will agree with you when she’s the one picking them up all the time.”

He doesn’t reply but I see the smirk on his face. Sometimes I think the guys over compensate with toys and dolls for her because her parents are both gone.

“Are we still stopping off for a beer?” Micky asks, his voice does my head in.

Every time he talks to me I feel like ripping his voice box from his throat with my bare hands, but I put on a smile and say, “Yeah.”

It has become a ritual to stop off at the local haunts I’ve heard Chase sometimes frequents. All times have been a bust. Each time I pray I find him sitting at some bar unaware that his life is seconds away from ending but my prays haven’t been answered yet, I’m positive they will. It’s just a matter of time.

We’re on the road again and I let the wind clear my mind and enjoy the calm before the storm, and there will be a storm. Maybe it’ll be killing Chase or when I get home to the aftermath of the fight with Kitty.

The bar I want to stop off at is a rundown shack really, you could hardly call it a bar. The Raging Riders don’t have standards and that is evident by the way they live.

When we pull up at the shithole my hopes of finding him here diminish. There is only one bike parked up and it doesn’t look like Chase’s. I should carry on and ride straight past but I have to see for myself he isn’t in there.

I signal left and everyone follows behind me. The lot isn’t large enough for us all to park up so the remainder of us park around the back.

“We’ll go in and ask around and then head home if he’s not here.”

“I don’t think he is, look at this place Michael. What would he being doing out here?” Oak asks, just like he does at every bar we go to.

“Who cares what he’s doing out here, I just care if he is or not,” I bark, ending the conversation.

We all pile through the door and the locals don’t look happy to see us. The bartender shifts uncomfortable behind the bar and gives us all the onceover.

“Hey, a guy called Chase Carson come around here?” I ask, loud enough for all to hear, “he belongs to the Raging Riders motorcycle club,” I clarify.

“Look man, I don’t want no trouble here,” the bartended pipes up.

“I didn’t ask for trouble, I asked after Chase Carson. Do you know him?”

I’m losing my patience. Why can’t people answer a simple fucking question anymore?

“I know who he is but he hasn’t been here for weeks.”

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Are we staying for a drink?” Micky asks, already heading for the bar.

“No, we’re leaving. We got we came for, let’s go,” I order.

Micky looks as if I have slapped him and I wish I had.

Taking our time we head back outside and I hide the frustration of yet another wasted side trip.

We arrive back at the club and while the rest go into the bar to get a well-earned drink, I gingerly head towards the house and see mood my old lady is in. When we left she didn’t even come out to say goodbye and give us a kiss.

The door is unlocked and I quietly enter the house. Alannah comes bounding the hall and announces my arrival for me.

“Do me a favour and go find Oak, he has a present for you,” I tell her to give me some privacy to make it up to Kitty.

I wait for her to get her shoes on and watch her cross the lot skipping over to Oak still at his bike.

He looks up and makes sure I know she’s with him and I close the door.

“I was wondering if you were going to show your face today.” I spin around to find her standing in the kitchen doorway.

“I’ll always come home, babe,” I shrug, moving towards her.

She goes to step away from me but I reach out and grab her before she can get away.

“I’m sorry, okay? You know I love you and I never want to hurt you and make you cry,” I assure her.

“Why do we do this, Michael? I’m so sick of it. I thought it would get easier but it hasn’t,” she says beginning to cry.

“I don’t know, babe. I really don’t.”

And like that, everything is back to normal, as much as it can be anyway.

“Why don’t I sort someone out to watch Alannah tonight so you can come to the party?”

This is what she needs, a good night out to let her hair down and be the little firecracker she can be when she isn’t tied down with the responsibility of looking after Alannah.

“That sounds good, it feels like ages since I last had a drink with the girls,” she smiles for the first time in days.

“Alannah is with Oak and we have the house to ourselves,” I smirk, raising my eyebrow.

“So we do,” she agrees smiling.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Her smile takes on a wicked edge and she purrs, “Unless you’re thinking about helping me with the dishes, you better get me up stairs.”

I bark out a laugh, “Fuckin’ dishes, really Kit?”

“Why not? The both of us doing them, they would take no time.”

“The only thing I plan on doing is my wife,” I promise her.

“I’m all yours then.”

KITTY

The music is loud, I’m in my tiniest black dress and tallest black heels, and I’m looking and feeling good. I’ve needed this for a long time. Jane pours me another drink and I knock it back in one as I have been doing all night. I have the night off and I’m taking advantage of it. As of tomorrow I’ll be back to cleaning, laundry and full time babysitting. Throughout the night I’ve overheard snippets of people’s conversations and all I seem to hear is their bitchin’ about Michael’s need to track down Chase.

Dancing my way through the crowds of whores and brothers I see my man leaning against the bar talking with Oak. The years have been hard being with him but when he looks at me now like I am his everything with his lop sided grin only I see from him, it makes it all worth it.

“Hey baby, you having a good time?” he asks, putting his arm around my shoulders.

His strength always turns me on, so masculine and Michael. I’d know him anywhere if I were blindfolded.

“Sure am,” I smile and slightly wobble.

The drink has gone straight to my head but I know I have to tell Michael what I’ve heard.

I lean up on my tip toes and whisper into his ear.

“The guys are talking about Chase, they don’t sound happy.”

“Oh yeah, what’re they sayin’?” he asks.

“From what I’ve heard they’re questioning why you want him so bad.”

He doesn’t say anything to that and looks around to everyone. He stays quiet and holds me tighter.

“What are you going to do?” I ask him.

He pulls a face and says, “I’ve never needed the club to find him, I’ll pull them back and do it alone. I don’t need anyone’s help killing him anyway.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt without back up.”

This was the last thing I thought I’d hear from him. The thought of him being alone with this guy and the tables turning on him and Michael being the one who ends up dead scares me senseless. But, it’s in these moments when Michael and I are the only ones who know what’s going on his head that I love, it makes me feel connected to him in a way no one else can be.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

MICHAEL

TWO YEARS LATER

The time has finally fucking come. I have the bastard Chase Carson in my possession and by the time I’ve finished with him he will be as dead as Rayna is and would have suffered more than she did.

I wasn’t even out looking for him when last week he rode past me on his own and didn’t see me then I followed him and run him off the road.

As soon as his body hit the ground I was out of the truck and hauling him into the trunk. The cunt didn’t even see me coming, making it all that much sweeter.

Big Ron is here too, only because he was with me when it happened. I’ve spent two years diverting the club’s attention away from Chase so this day could belong to me and me only. Big Ron is something I’ll have to deal with another time, this is something I want for myself.

Flicking my cigarette to the ground I step back into the warehouse and Chase is tied up where I left him and where he’s been for the last week. There have been whispers on the street that he’s gone missing but nothing has been brought to the Lost Souls.

“Stay out here and keep watch, don’t come in for anything,” I warn him.

It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the warehouse but when they do what I see gives me immense pleasure.

Currently he is tied to a chair and looking like he has been run over by a truck thanks to the blows I’ve delivered to him. He’s broken and begging to go free.

“If you’re going to kill me then get it done,” he spouts through broken teeth and a split lip.

“You’ve been here for seven days now, aren’t you the little bit interested in why?” I ask, ignoring him.

He looks at me through swollen eyes as if I’m fucking stupid. It’s normally pretty obvious why you’re in a situation like this but not this time.

“We’re fucking rivals, what else is there to know?”

I stop circling him and smirk, my time for revenge has come and he’s going to know exactly what he’s dying for.

“Because of you someone very important to me is dead.”

He looks at us now confused and wondering what the fuck I’m talking about.

“Do you remember the night you shot at me when I was heading towards the hospital? You chased me down with two of your guys and made it impossible for me to get Rayna the help she needed. She died because of time wasted and that was because of you.”

“Rayna? Your brother’s old lady? She wasn’t there that night.”

“Yeah she was, she had just given birth in the back seat and was falling in and out of consciousness. Because of you she didn’t get the help she needed to survive in time.”

I don’t bother giving him any more information and swing my fist into his jaw, using my left fist to upper cut him and his head snaps back. The force from my punch knocks him and the chair he is tied to rocketing backwards and he slams to the floor.

Gathering eight years’ worth of grief and anger I repeatedly kick him anywhere my boot can land. By the time I’ve finished his body is slack and he is muttering something I can’t understand.

Reaching into my pocket for the switchblade I grab him by his hair and tilt his head back. He is covered in his own blood and covering me in it too.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” I whisper in his ear and drag the blade along his throat.

I watch in satisfaction while he chokes on his own blood, until he goes slack and his life is no more.

Finally I have fulfilled a part of my revenge for Ray. I don’t for one second think she would rest easier now having had killed him, but it’ll make me sleep better tonight. I said he would pay and now he has.

One down, Micky to go. I waited nearly eight years to get my revenge on Chase, I can wait a little longer and plan something special for Micky.

I throw the blade to the ground and pull out my smokes from my pocket. Lighting up, I inhale deeply and let the smoke fill my lungs until they burn.

No longer does my chest weigh heavy with need to kill this cunt still tied to the chair, I walk out of the warehouse feeling lighter than I have in years.

Flashes of Rayna’s stark blonde hair falling down her back, her bright blue eyes smiling at me and her gentleness come to mind and the pain I usually feel when I let them in do not come. They will come again but for today, I can rest because half of the reason she is not here is gone. I did that for her, no one else, only me.

“Is it done?” Big Ron asks.

“Yeah, get rid of the body and clean up. I’ll meet you back at the club,” I say, trying to get rid of the smell of blood with the fresh air around me.

He brushes past me and I hear him gag at the sight of Chase and his throat hanging out.

A clatter to the side of the warehouse gets my attention and I think that someone has seen something they shouldn’t. Making my way around quietly, I pull out my gun and ready myself for any outcome.

Crouched over I find a lad rooting through a bag. He doesn’t look old enough to be out of school. What the hell is he doing out here in the middle of nowhere?

I stay out of his sight and watch what he’s up to.

After finding what he needs he crawls under an old abandoned truck I had yet to get towed away and in less than five minutes, crawls back out.

Going back to his bag, he pulls out a little black box and starts pacing backwards in my direction.

From this point I can’t see his face but I can see his finger press something on the box in his hand and in the next second, the truck is blown sky high and huge balls of fire are erupting all over.

What a fucking little shit.

“Hey,” I yell, causing him to jump around at my loud voice.

I see the minute he debates internally about running off and I swing my gun up and aim straight for him.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, if you run I will shoot you,” I warn him.

Funnily, I’m not angry at him for blowing my shit up. I’m intrigued.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he lies quickly.

“Don’t bullshit me son, I saw you with my own eyes. What was that you did?”

He looks back at the truck, now engulfed in flames.

“Come on, I don’t have all fuckin’ day,” I yell over to him.

“I didn’t think anyone was around,” he yells back.

“That’s not what I asked ya. You blew the shit out of that truck, how did you do it?”

“It was pretty easy, but I’m not going to give my secrets up,” he shrugs as if every fucker should know this shit.

“Is this first time you’ve done this?”

He shakes his head and I lower the gun.

“Where are you from?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m not going back,” he says, adamantly.

This could work to my advantage, I quickly think it over and come to the decision I could use him for the better of the club when it comes to dealing with those Raging fucks. When Hunter finds Chase’s body, he is going to be coming from us.

“How old are you?”

“I turn eighteen in three days.”

Humph, he doesn’t look a day over fifteen.

“You lying to me?”

“No sir.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Here and there.”

“So nowhere?”

Again, he shakes his head and looks back to the truck.

“Do you know what this means?” I ask, pointing to my cut.

“Yeah, I blew up the wrong man’s shit,” he smirks.

I like his balls, the kid has spunk.

“Do you want a place to stay? I can offer you a room and a place to hang while you get sorted. There’s a load of us in a town a few miles down the road.”

He looks at me sceptically.

“What do you want in return?”

“Nothing.”

I’m not lying, I’ll let him see the club. Make sure he has fun at the parties and then I’ll ask him to prospect. Only if he agrees will I want something in return.

“Sure, why not.”

“Grab your shit and meet me around the front.”

“What about the truck?”

“Unless you have something to put the fire out with grab your shit and follow me around to the front. It can burn out,” I shrug.

The kid does as he’s told and follows me around to my truck. He jumps in and I jump into the driver’s side.

“What were you doing out here?” he asks.

“First rule, don’t ask questions unless you’re prepared to die to keep the truth you’ve heard.”

He nods and thankfully remains quiet on the ride back to Willow’s Peak.

Dusk has fallen by the time I ride into the compound and it looks like another party is in full swing. Good, this kid will no doubt enjoy himself.

“Come on Sparky, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

I walk with a slower step than I usually do so he can get a good look at everything. I see Oak and Jane by the bar and stop when we reach them.

“Oak, this is Sparky. He’s going to be staying with us for a few days, make sure he has a good time,” I say, introducing them.

“Sure, why’s he called Sparky?”

“You’ll find out,” I grin, “Right, follow me and put your bag away then you can come back down and party with everyone.”

His face is like a hungry fat kid in a cake shop, this is going to work out brilliantly.

He barely looks at the room before dumping his bag on the bed and disappearing back down the stairs.

I make my way to the house and jump in the shower. Kitty hates it when I get into bed with blood on my hands. Not that a shower can get wash away the blood I’ve got on me, they’re stained beyond fuck.

Towelling down, I don’t bother to put on any boxers and climb straight into bed. Kitty murmurs sleepily and snuggles deeper into the covers.

“It’s done, babe,” I whisper into her hair, pulling her against me.

“It’s about time.”

Yes…it fucking is.