The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) (18 page)

The man was so intent on what he was doing that he’d not even seen them entering. Nerd was sickened and disgusted at what he was seeing. He was part of an MC, and had seen a lot of death, even doing some of the deeds himself. But never anything like what was in front of him.

Lifting his gun, he fired a single shot, taking out the man’s arm. He had his attention.

“Get him out of here,” Nerd said.

Brash and Lucky moved forward and grabbed the Uncle. Striker could deal with him.

“Help me, please, help me,” the woman said. Nerd approached her. She was tensing up even as he moved closer.

“I’m not going to hurt you, honey. I’m one of the good guys.” He smirked even as he said it.

“He took me, and I’ve been locked away for so long. I’m so scared.”

“Can you stand?”

She nodded.

“I don’t want to touch your back, and we’ll deal with that when we get you out of here.”

Nerd released the woman who had been locked onto the cross, and as he did, he hoped to fuck Striker made the Uncle scream. Once she was released, he reached for her hip to help her up.

“I’m naked,” she said, sounding ashamed.

“I’m not looking, sweetheart.” All he wanted to do was help her. There was nothing sexual here right now. He just wanted to protect her.

E
lena slowly rose from her seat, Deanna having fallen asleep. She didn’t want to wake her, not after everything she’d been through. Looking at the clock on the wall, she realized she’d been here for several hours. The biker that had brought her here had poked his head in, looking nervous, but she didn’t know if that was because they’d left the club, or because of Deanna’s situation. Either way, he hadn’t rushed her. But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because she wouldn’t have left Deanna, not when it was clear the other woman had liked her company.

Granted, they’d stayed silent the majority of the time, but it had been the good kind of silence, the comfortable kind.

She slipped out of the room and shut the door silently behind her. Skull was standing by door, his arms crossed, his focus on her. “We can go now. She’s sleeping.”

Skull pushed away from the wall, grumbling about getting his ass kicked over this, and she couldn’t help but smile. The fact Deanna was suffering, her baby’s life was on the line, coupled with the club going on a secret excursion, although she knew what it was about, had dread filling her. Her stomach was in knots, her heart ached, and her worry was through the roof.

“Everything will work out,” Skull said, and she stopped, surprised by the big biker’s words.

“How can you be sure?”

He turned and faced her. “Because the club takes care of what’s theirs, and Demon and Deanna are both strong. That little baby of theirs has that quality, and I know it’ll pull through.”

She couldn’t help but smile at that last part, but she still worried. She didn’t want anyone hurt because of her, and she knew the club was hunting down her father and uncle, knew they would hurt them for what happened. Although she was glad the two men who had put more fear and sadness in her would finally get what was coming to them, she couldn’t help but feel this twinge of sadness. Yes, she hated them, had run from them, but they were all she’d known, all that her world had revolved around.

“It’ll be okay,” Skull said again.

She felt hope fill her at Skull’s words, even though it was strange to feel something like that with everything going on. “I hope you’re right.”

S
triker glanced in his rearview mirror and saw the two men tied and gagged in the back of the SUV; they had been knocked out, coldcocked to the side of the head. He would have preferred to kill Elena’s father and uncle right then and there, but they had plans for these pieces of shits, and it was going to be sweet vengeance when they finally killed these motherfuckers.

Striker tightened his hands around the steering wheel and focused on the road again.

“How much longer,” Demon said from beside him, clearly lost in his thoughts about Deanna and the baby.

“Another twenty minutes and we’ll reach the warehouse.” Striker was the one to respond, and he couldn’t get there soon enough.

Twenty minutes later, they were coming to a stop in front of the rundown warehouse the club owned. They’d bought the property with the building because of the land and had plans down the road to make another clubhouse as an additional base. But construction was on hold for the time being, and he was glad for that. This place was deserted; that was exactly the way they liked it and what they needed to get this shit done.

They all got out of the SUV, Nerd and Brash grabbing the two fuckers that were still out cold. Joker and Steel had come along, as well, and Striker knew they wanted a piece of these fuckers, too.

“Shakes and Vengeance taking care of the other sick fucks?” Joker asked.

“Yeah,” was all Striker said.

They weren’t about to let any of those twisted motherfuckers live. No, they’d take out every single one of them and not even think twice about it.

The other Patches and Lucky had taken the two girls they’d found and headed back to the club. They needed to get things worked out, and he wanted to make sure Elena was okay. They’d left Skull at the clubhouse, but he worried about Elena, and of course what Deanna was going through. He had to believe things would work out, because envisioning anything else wasn’t something he wanted to even contemplate.

They took the assholes into the clubhouse, the air stale, the beams looking like they’d give any minute.

“Where the fuck are those lanterns?” Demon asked. They’d come here several times since buying the property, and although the place was a shithole the way it was, they did have a few essentials in case a brother needed to be here.

Battery operated lanterns, work tools, and even weapons were stored here. Although the latter was in a metal box buried behind the building, it was going to come in pretty fucking handy tonight.

“Hang the fuckers up,” Striker said without emotion and went over to the toolbox, pushing it from the side of the room. He crouched, grabbed a hammer, a pair of pliers, and a rusty as fuck saw out of the metal box. When he stood and turned around, he saw Nerd and Brash had already strung them up like pieces of meat in a freezer.

“Who’s ready to go to work on a couple of sick, abusing motherfuckers?” Striker asked. All the Patches came forward, their focus on the two pricks.

“No weakness, boys. These asshole deserve everything they get tonight,” Demon said, rolling his head around his neck and grinning.

The president of their club looked feral right now, and Striker knew the stuff going on with his baby and Deanna was making him even more dangerous. But that was good, because Elena’s dad and uncle didn’t deserve any sympathy.

Yeah, shit was going to get bloody, but Striker was looking forward to it.

M
asculine screams filled the warehouse. Striker was covered in blood, and they still had to kill the two men. Elena’s father and uncle hung from hooks they’d pushed into the main part of the warehouse. He’d watched Joker in action only a few times, but nothing could have prepared him for the violence the other man displayed. There was no mercy, and Striker couldn’t believe this was the same man who had married Amy. The two didn’t seem like the same man to him.

“How do you want to handle this?” Demon asked.

No one could hear them scream. The Uncle was already cut and bleeding. The father looked so damn pissed, as if he couldn’t believe that someone had him chained up.

“Is this about money?” Elena’s father asked.

Striker burst out laughing as did the rest of his brothers.

“Girls? You want women?”

“No, this isn’t about money or women. We’ve got plenty of them and we don’t have to beat them to keep them in line.” Striker walked up, grabbing a blade from the table. He placed the flat edge of the tip underneath the father’s head and lifted his face up. “You remember your daughter, Elena?” he asked.

“I don’t know where she is. Stupid bitch decided to run. This is why women need to be controlled.”

The desire to just slide his blade across the bastard’s throat was strong. Instead, he held back and gritted his teeth. In his head, he counted to ten and finally calmed himself the fuck down.

“Elena belongs to me!” Striker ran the blade up and down the man’s throat. “I thought you were just some nut, but you’re actually a sick fuck who preys on the weak, aren’t you? I hate fuckers like you.”

“We’ll do anything,” the Uncle said. “You can have Elena. We don’t want her.”

“Do you really think we’re going to let you go and start hurting other women? You’re fucking crazy,” Demon said. “We’re the Soldiers of Wrath; we don’t like what you do, what you stand for.”

The rage was vibrating inside Striker. The men in front of him had hurt women and purposefully preyed on others that were weaker than they were. He never agreed with that. Striker had helped Elena when some men had tried to hurt her. What was it with men who thought they could get away with shit like that?

In his mind, he saw Elena as a young girl, fighting to be herself. These fuckers had tried to break her spirit and that didn’t sit well with him. He loved Elena’s fire and her submission. She called to him, bringing out his possessive side. Not only did he want to possess her, he wanted to protect her. The world could go and fuck itself as far as he was concerned. He loved her, and these bastards were never going to touch her or hurt her ever again.

“You beat and fuck underage girls, keeping them as slaves for your pleasure. I’m about to make your life a fucking misery.”

“Go for the cock,” Joker said. “It’ll hurt, but they’ll stay alive for you to hurt.”

Grabbing the man’s dick, Striker sliced the blade through. He didn’t want to know how Joker knew about the cock. The night was only just beginning. By the time he was through with these two men, no one was going to recognize them.

E
lena woke up as the bed dipped. She looked behind her to find Striker climbing in. Glancing toward the clock on the bedside table, she saw it was a little after seven in the morning.