Bounty: Fury Riders MC (21 page)

The pressure disappeared from my throat. “Say hi,” Onyx demanded, pointing to the phone in Alexander’s hand.

What should I say? It had to count for something. I couldn’t waste my chance. Onyx pulled my hair to get me to do as he said. I whimpered.

“Vince! Stay away!” I screamed. Then, Onyx’s hand was over my mouth, his fingers pressing into my cheek. I wondered dimly if I’d have a bruise there. I struggled against him, clawing at his arm with my free hands. I wanted to hurt him. I dug my nails into his hand, making him wince and loosen his grip. When he did, I bit him as hard as I could.

“You bitch!” he screamed. Alexander was already off the phone. It was too late. I couldn’t get another message to Vince. I’d hurt Onyx, at least. He was gripping his wounded hand with a look of cold, hard hatred on his face.

“Tie her arms back up,” Alexander ordered. “I’m done trying to be nice to her if this is the way she repays me for it.”

I laughed. He sounded like this was a hotel I was staying in, not the hellhole he treated as a clubhouse. He was pathetic. I knew why he had to rely on deception to get what he wanted—he wouldn’t be any good at it any other way.

“Don’t be gentle,” he added, spitting on the floor in my general direction. “And close her mouth.”

I couldn’t help but cry out when Onyx tied the rope excruciatingly tight around my wrists. It was even worse than before. That was where my mouth got me. My arms screamed in pain, and a single tear trickled down my cheek.

I looked up at Onyx when he walked in front of me. He held up the strip of fabric that had been tied over my eyes earlier.

“Why?” I asked. “Please, I just want to know. Why did you do it?”

He looked taken aback. I wasn't snide or confrontational. I genuinely wanted to know. He would never get the chance to tell Vince why, that was for sure. I had the feeling Vince would kill him as soon as he looked at him by the time he found out what happened—if he didn’t already know. I remembered the holes he punched into the office walls after seeing the photos of Lance. What would he do when he found out Onyx was even worse?

“I needed the money.” He shrugged. “That was all. It wasn’t personal.”

“Alexander paid you for this?”

He shook his scarred head. “The drugs. Vince wanted out of drugs, but that means cutting off our revenue. A huge chunk of it. Lance and me, we were pissed about that. He wouldn’t listen when I told him it wasn’t a good idea to pull out. York wants the club, wants the business.”

“So you agreed to hand over the club in exchange for money.”

He nodded, then tied the cloth tight around my mouth, knotting it at the back of my head. He turned and left the room, throwing one more look my way before closing the door.

Another tear trickled down my cheek, then another. I would be dead by morning.

Vince

“No fucking way you’re going,” Axel hissed. “I won’t let you. I’ll fucking tie you down if I have to.”

I shook my head. “I know you’re against it, but you don’t have a say in it.”

“Why the fuck not? This is club business, Vince. This isn’t all about you. What do you think York’s gonna try to do after he blows you away?”

I shrugged. I knew well what he would do, but I couldn’t think about it. All I could do was try to save Erica. No, not try. I had to do it, period.

“Listen,” he said, “I know you care about Erica. She’s a good girl. But think about us, too. You’re gonna leave us like that? He’s gonna come in here, try to take everything over. It’ll be fucking chaos, man. We need you right now. You’ve gotta step up and be a leader right now. Think about the big picture.”

“You try thinking about the big picture when you’re in my shoes,” I snapped, miserable. “When that happens, stand there and tell me how easy it is to do. I can’t wait to see it.”

“I know, I know. You’re all fucked up over this. But please, I’m serious. Think about it rationally for a minute. You go there, he blows you away. Because there’s no other way for it to end. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” I had thought of that already. I was willing to accept that.

“Where’s the guarantee that he’s gonna let her live?”

I froze for a minute. I hadn’t thought about that. “I’ll make sure she’s safe,” I said.

“How? You’ll be dead.”

“Since when can’t I trust you?” I had assumed they would protect her. I guessed I was wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time I misjudged a member of my club.

Axel’s massive body shook with intensity. “Think, Vince! He wants to take over the club, right? So she won’t be under the protection of the Fury Riders anymore because there won’t
be
any Fury Riders.”

I saw how right he was.
York. That fucker
. He’d thought the whole thing out way in advance, like a game of chess. Piece of shit probably couldn’t spell his own name, but he could think ten moves ahead.

“What do I do, then? Leave her there?” I pushed myself back from the desk in a violent shove and stood. “No fucking way, man. I can’t.”

Axel shrugged. “I’m sorry, Vince. That seems like the only option. If she were out of the picture, you wouldn’t have to worry about keeping her safe anymore.”

“You sick fuck. Get outta here. I don’t wanna see you.”

He stood. “You know I don’t really mean that. I like Erica, and I like her for you. I’m just trying to help you see this from all sides is all. Before you met her, you took on the responsibility of leading the club. We were your priority first. You’re talking about handing us over, just to save her. Fuck us, right?”

I sighed heavily, some of my anger melting. “You know I don’t see it that way. This is ripping me up inside.”

He nodded slowly. “I get it. I don’t know what I would do if I were you. I mean it. You’re my president. Whatever you decide, I’m with you.”

I turned away and heard the door open and close. When he was gone, I let myself collapse back into the chair.

It was an impossible decision. Give myself up, which meant giving my club up, or leave Erica there to die.

She would think I deserted her. I imagined her sitting there in that shithole, wondering why I wasn’t coming for her. Thinking she didn’t mean anything to me. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but there wouldn’t be any way for me to tell her that. If anything, York would tell her I didn’t care. He’d fuck with her head before he killed her. And he might do it slowly, after the pigs and degenerates he called a club did whatever they wanted to her.

My blood boiled. I pounded on the top of the desk with my fist, wishing it was York’s face.

The laptop was the only thing on the desk I hadn’t swept off with my arm, and I opened it in the hopes the memory card was still inside. It was, and the picture up on the screen was probably the last thing Erica saw before Onyx took her. There he was. He was still in the shadows, but he was there.

When had it happened? When did he decide to turn on me? How didn’t I see it? Lance was one thing, but Onyx? He was the closest friend I had in the world. How did I not see what was right in front of me?

Maybe York was right and I didn’t deserve to be president of the club. I was fucking blind to the obvious. I wanted Onyx to be my loyal second-in-command, and that’s who I told myself he was. So what if he was actually going behind my back and destroying the club? I didn’t wanna see it.

I still didn’t, even as I sat looking at the picture. I wanted to believe it was a mistake. There he was, though. Standing still, watching Harrison murder Lance. Someone who was supposed to be his brother. He let it happen and didn’t flinch.

I told myself to harden my heart against him. There was a good chance I would be seeing him at the clubhouse. York would make sure of it. He wanted to be sure I knew he won, right down to stealing my best friend’s loyalty.

I wondered for a minute if he would compromise. If I offered him the drug trade, he might take it and leave the rest alone. That was what he wanted. The prestige, the money. He was welcome to have it. I wouldn’t hand over my club, though. Axel was right. I had to think about them, too.

I walked out of the office. The lounge was empty, the door to the game room closed. I nodded grimly. They were having a meeting without me. It made sense. They would have plenty without me before long.

I went to the bar and poured myself a whiskey. I was proud of everything I did with the club, including the steps I took to get us out of drugs. I hoped York didn’t put them right back into it, but it was obvious that he would. Drugs and the money from them—that was what he wanted.

That and the knowledge that he’d beaten me. That meant a lot to him, too. He was so pathetic, it made me sick.

How many times had I sat there with Onyx next to me? Even way back before I was president. When I first got hooked up with the club. We used to sit and watch the older guys and wish we could be as cool as they were.

I didn’t have anybody else in my life then. I had just lost my family, and I was looking for something. I never had time for friends at that age either—taking care of the kids, going to school, it ate up all of my time. After I had dropped out I was really lost. I couldn’t relate to people my age.

Then, I met Onyx. He was a prospect with the club in those days, but he had been around long enough to show me the ropes. I trusted him from day one—he tried to be tough and hard, but I saw through him. He only acted that way because of the scars. He thought people would reject him, so if he rejected them first, he wouldn’t have to get hurt. I never told him that I knew, though.

I couldn’t think of the club without thinking of him. The two were so closely wrapped up in each other for me. What made him do it? Was there ever a time I said something or did something he didn’t agree with? Yeah—that happened a lot. He was never afraid to tell me what he thought about my decisions, though. I didn’t think we had any secrets. In fact, when I was first named president, I asked him always to be brutally honest with me. I needed somebody to keep me grounded. He swore he would be that person.

When did he stop? I couldn’t remember things changing. He had to be the best actor in the world, keeping me fooled the way he did.

Then again, Lance had, too. I had thought he was loyal. Maybe I was the problem. Could I ever trust any of my men again? I reminded myself it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t have to worry about it for long once York had his way.

The door opened like they had heard me thinking about them. They filed out one by one, two dozen of them. None of them would meet my eyes. The girls followed them out, and they looked at the floor, too.

I was leaving them. It broke me up inside, thinking of handing them over to anybody else—especially York, who was barely a step up from human garbage. What would happen to them?

Before any of them could speak, I took a deep breath. “I know Axel told you what’s happening. I know you think I’m crazy for thinking about this. I don’t see that I have a choice. I can’t leave her there. And he’ll kill her if I don’t go, believe it. York doesn’t make empty promises.”

“We know,” Axel said, quietly.

“I don’t know what this means for all of you. I’m sorry. This is the choice I have to make. Even if I stay here, he’s never gonna stop coming after us. How many more people have to die before he gets what he wants? I’m trying to think of you guys, too. But, in the end, I have to try to save Erica. I’m sorry. It’s what needs to happen.”

“So that’s it, then? None of us gets a say? York moves into your spot and we go on like nothin’ happened?” Frankie looked livid, his face dark.

“That’s what he wants. He’s got me cornered. I don’t know what else to do.” I stood, showing them the gun I had in my waistband. “I’m gonna do my best.” I would have to find some way to take him out. It was the only way I could think to protect Erica and the club at the same time.