Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (30 page)

My skin crawls as an icy sweat invades every single inch of me. I turn to Sentinel, who’s clearly shaking and pale white.

This is NOT good!

I have no idea what to say, so I say nothing as my ears begin to ring with the sound of blood pumping through my veins.

“We voted, and the only thing to do with you is to send you to Wreaking Havoc. You’re patched members. We respect that even if you don’t, so you go out on a club rule.”

Time stops still on the two words that I was dreading to hear—Wreaking Havoc—which means
death
by the club.

Fuck!

My heart races frantically as I look toward the door to see if I can make an escape, but Blade is standing right in front of the door with a gun in hand. I turn back around to see Chops, Penetrator, and the rest of the club step out of the shadows surrounding Sentinel and me. A chill seeps into my bones as I start to shake.

“You can’t do this, we’re officers of the law,” Sentinel declares making me cringe.

Mad Dog smiles and brings his gun up swiftly pulling the trigger, the bullet flies out penetrating Sentinel’s knee cap. Blood squirts out as he drops to his knees screaming out in pain, as I jump on the spot from the shock. I move to help him, but Chops tuts at me waving his finger through the air, so I stand back up straight breathing harshly and heavily as I look around the room at my brothers all glaring fiercely at me.

“Fuck you, you trash. You treat people like arseholes. When you’re the biggest arsehole of them all—”

“Now, now, Doug. That’s not very nice,” Mad Dog teases.

“Not very nice?
Not very nice!
You just shot me in the fucking knee cap, you God damned psycho. I don’t know how I put up with you for so fucking long. You and your mob of ingrate bastards, all acting macho and tough like you think your shit don’t stink. Well, I tell you what, I’ve lived with you lot for fucking long enough and I know one thing… you do stink. All of you. Have you ever heard of a thing called a shower? For fuck’s sake guys, use some deodorant or something. Have a little bit of pride in yourself. It’s no wonder us cops only think of you a slovenly scum sucking cunts.”

“Doug, shut up!” I berate through grated teeth.

“I’ll shut him up,” Mad Dog grunts pointing his gun right at Doug’s head. I open my eyes wide as time stands still and Mad Dog pulls the trigger. The gun rebounds as the trigger is pulled, and I don’t even have time to register before blood and brain matter splash all over my jeans. I cry out as Doug’s body slumps down lifelessly to the ground, a gaping bullet wound in his head.

“Ah, fuck, Doug…” I murmur as my heart pummels in my chest, and my stomach knots on itself so forcibly I feel like I want to be sick.

I stutter out a staggered breath as anger surges through me, and I look up glaring at Mad Dog and grit my teeth. “You’re an arsehole, Mad Dog. I can’t believe for a time I actually enjoyed being a brother. I stood up for you. I told my handler you weren’t all bad… I was wrong!”

“Be careful, Adam. We haven’t gone after that beautiful wife Hannah and your three kids… yet—”

My jaw clenches and I grit my teeth. “Touch them and my ghost will slaughter you all!” My fists ball at my sides as my chest heaves frantically.

“Empty threats, Adam, believe it or not I liked you. So I will spare them. They’re safe. You on the other hand… well, I’m afraid ratting us out is a problem. A problem with only one solution.”

I nod sniffing and standing taller. “A bullet?”

He nods and exhales. “I really wish you weren’t the heat, Adam. You had so much potential. But you’ve fucking made me angry, and I hate being angry. Prepare for Wreaking Havoc. Any last words?”

Closing my eyes, my heart is pounding ferociously. I think of Molly and how beautiful she already is and how stunning she will grow up to be. I think of my boys and how capable they are, how strapping and strong—they will help their mum through this.

Hannah.
Her beautiful face fills my mind and a smile crosses my face. She’s the love of my life, and every ounce of love I have is for her. She is my light in this darkness.

The cold metal of the barrel of a gun is placed against the left side of my forehead and I hear it being wracked, which sends a shiver down my spine as I swallow hard.

“I love you, Hannah.”

A soft click is followed by a monstrous blast. A sharp pain radiates through my head and everything goes black…

I look down to Doug and Adam’s bodies lifeless on the floor and I exhale. Such a waste, fucking traitors! “Take off their cuts, I have an idea for them!” I call out to no one in particular as Blade walks over and starts to pull off Doug’s cut that he had no fucking right in wearing.

Turning around, I notice Acid walking in with the generator and the jigsaw. I’m really fucking pissed that Jigsaw isn’t here to fix up this mess, but he chose his path. He’s a fucking traitor too, as far as I’m concerned. Him, Techie, Lookout, Behemoth, and Crash, can all go and get fucking fucked, the cunts.

Chops walks up, handing me the two cuts from the traitors and smiles wide. “I’ve always watched Jigsaw do this and wanted to try it myself.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “You’re a sick fuck,” I say as my phone rings. He raises an eyebrow as I look down to see it’s Rover. Furrowing my brows, I swipe the phone. “Rover, I only said to call if something was wrong.”

“It is Prez, José is here. He said if you don’t get back here now to talk, then he’s gonna burn the clubhouse down. He told me you have fifteen minutes.”

My jaw clenches and I shake my head. “Fucking motherfucker. Okay, tell the fuckhead we’ll be there soon.” I hang up the phone as Chops looks at me furrowing his brows.

“Trouble?”

“Yeah, fucking Cartel are at our doorstep. We gotta leave.”

Chops huffs and tilts his head. “But I wanna be Jigsaw for a day.”

“Stiff, I need my VP with me when dealing with José! I’ll leave Acid here to do the dismantling, everyone else is coming back with us. Tell Acid to start dismantling. Once we’re done with the fucking scumbags, we’ll come back to set up the cameras for the fireworks for tonight.”

“Righto,” Chops replies walking off with the Jigsaw.

Taking a deep breath, I walk outside to the cage and shake my head. I was hoping it wasn’t true, that Steel wasn’t stupid enough to recruit two fucking cops. But I guess he always was reckless—he gets that from me.

Some of my favourite men are dead. My kid is gone, five others deserted and went Nomad, the Cartel is killing off my lackeys and the cops infiltrated my club.

What the fucking fuck am I doing wrong?

Lighting up a durry, I open up the back of the cage and throw in the two cuts. Looking in the back, I see two big arrangements of flowers. Grabbing one, I walk back inside the warehouse to the sound of the jigsaw cutting through Doug’s bone as it squeals through the open expanse. I place the flowers down next to the first rectangular makeshift coffin, as a sense of betrayal runs over me. I trusted Stealth and finding out he was the heat really stung. I’m not sure I can move past this. Shaking my head, I walk back out to grab the other bunch to take in.

You’d think I’d feel a slight sense of remorse or regret, something for the two lives lost today, but there’s nothing like that. Just pure unadulterated anger. Those two fucking cops could have destroyed everything I’ve worked so hard to build. I won’t let them or anyone else bring down my club, the only person who can destroy Virginia is me. And I’m not going down without a fucking fight.

Chops walks back to me with everyone else except for Acid, who’s busy doing his job. “Right let’s go get this fucking Cartel shit sorted.”

Nodding, I turn and walk out with my brothers—my loyal brothers—toward the cage.

I know I’m the Chief of Police, and breaking the law shouldn’t be part of my daily ritual, but when one of your undercover detectives sends you a message like
that,
you break the fucking speed limit!

I have no idea what I’m going to be driving into. A warehouse surrounded by the Savages, or an empty lot with just a lot of carnage. Either way, I’m taking too fucking long, and my heart is racing so fast I feel sick.

Donovan and Barringer are some of the best, and they’ve been struggling with this sting. It was all coming to a head tonight, and now it’s all fallen to shit.
I better get there in time!

“Jones, what’s the ETA?” I ask the only cop I could find on short notice, who isn’t affected by this club, and who doesn’t really know Hudson that well. Last thing I need is Hudson knowing about this right now. His best friend’s in danger, I need Stone out of this!

“We’re coming up to it now, sir. Should be just around this bend,” he responds and I pull to the left to see the giant red warehouse coming into view. The thing that scares me the most though is the fact that there’s only one motorbike in sight.

“Jones, do you see what I see?”

“Yes, sir. You should park out by that tree. Not too close, so whoever is inside won’t hear us.”

“Agreed.” I park the car and we get out, pulling our weapons. The sound of a power tool sends a chill down my spine and I glance at Jones, who clenches his jaw tightly as we approach the front of the building.

Suddenly the power tool stops, and the sound of a ringing phone takes over. We both stand up against the wall of the building and listen in.

“Yo, Prez,” a young man’s voice chimes.

“Acid, José is being a cunt and wants us all here. He thinks we’re doing something behind his back. Stop what you’re doing and get back to the clubhouse. You can finish when we all go back to set up the cameras later, when the heat shows up to find the bodies.”

Thank fuck, he has his phone on speaker so we can hear the conversation clearly. My posture stiffens at the word
‘bodies.’

We’re too late!

“Sure thing, boss man.” Hiccup.

Furrowing my brows, I clench my jaw.

“Acid did you just hiccup?”

“I don’t know man. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m just cruising along, doing some shit. I’m fucking high as and it’s awesome.”

“For fuck’s sake, Acid. I told you not to take those pills and smoke joints today, you fucking little shit. Fuck! Just get your ass back here. Can you at least do that?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming now. Over and out.”

Jones looks at me and I point toward the back of the warehouse. We run making it just in time for the runty looking man to stumble out and jump on his bike. He takes off, not thinking about his helmet which flies off his handlebars onto the dirt. A storm of dirt and pebbles fly up and around in a swirl as he skids off down the road fishtailing his bike. Once he’s safely out of sight, I gesture toward the warehouse.

“Go!”

We race toward the door at lightning speed. My feet can’t get me in there quick enough. When I enter the warehouse, my heart stops beating as I look down to the floor to see Adam laying lifeless and still. Pale white, like there’s nothing left—no life at all.

“God, no!”

I rush to him, my knees hit the concrete as my hand rushes to his neck. The gaping bullet wound in his head, half his face deformed, makes bile creep up my throat. But my heart leaps back into gear when I feel it. It’s faint. So fucking faint, but I feel it.

“Fuck! Jones come here,” I call out and he rushes over and bends down.

“Is he?” he asks.

I grab his hand placing his fingers on Adam’s neck. Jones’s eyes light up as he looks at me and he smiles. “Is that a pulse?”

“So you feel it, too?”

“Yeah, it’s hardly there, but it’s definitely there, sir.”

“I don’t think we have time for an ambulance. Get him in the car. Take him now. Get him to a hospital. Where’s Barringer?”

Jones shakes his head. “I don’t think you wanna see, sir. But he’s in the box over there.”

My chest tightens, and I clench my eyes shut tight. “Shit, is he?”

“Yes, sir, there’s no way he’s alive.”

Opening my eyes, I clench my fists tight and shake my head. “Okay, then let’s concentrate on Adam, get his clothes off.”

“Sir?”

“It will all make sense, just take everything off, except his trunks and then get him to the hospital
now
. Don’t tell anyone, if the Savages find out he’s still alive, they’ll come after him. We gotta keep this under wraps. If he pulls through, he’s going to have to go into witness protection. He’s gonna fucking hate that, but it’s the only way. Go…
go now!”

Jones pulls Adam up quickly stripping off his clothing then takes him outside. I slowly stand up, my knees crunching from being on the ground for too long. I take a deep breath preparing myself for what I’m about to see. Turning, I walk over to the box and look in. My stomach churns and I wince looking at Doug, cut up into pieces, his head placed firmly on top. Rubbing my forehead, I try to hold down the bile. I can’t look anymore, so I turn away and huff.

“Fuck!” I yell out and then it dawns on me. The phone call, Mad Dog said they were coming back. When they do and see Adam gone, that’s going to be a problem.

Fuck! What the hell am I going to do about that?

Then it dawns on me. Pulling out my phone, I dial the number for my contact at the morgue.

“Chief, how nice to hear from you again. Not a social call I’m presuming?”

Normally, I’d laugh, but I can’t find the strength. “Not this time, Jane. I need a fresh cadaver, and I need it fast. Like within thirty minutes fast.”

“Oh, Chief, c’mon.”

“Jane, I know I’m pushing it, but if you do this for me, I’ll invite you over to dinner with Evie and me. I’ll even invite Macca, I know how much you like Officer McDonald. God only knows why.”

She chuckles and sighs. “Okay, tell me what you need.”

“Okay, first, no questions. Second, you know my officer Adam Donovan?”

“Yeah?”

“I need a cadaver that looks as close to him as possible.”

“Oh, shit Chief. What’s he gone and gotten himself into?”

Sighing, I wince. “You know I can’t say anything, Jane.”

“Damn it! You know I thought being in your pocket would give me all the inside info, but nope, just snippets to tease me here and there. Okay. So we had a guy come in this morning he’s around the same build, same hair, his jawline is probably similar. I think he would do.”

“Jane, you are the best. I’ll text you the location, and I really need this body as soon as possible. If you can do it now, that would be best. This is of the utmost importance.”

“Your wish is my command, Chief. You own me a dinner with Macca though.”

“Done.”

“Okay, prepping the cadaver now. He’ll be on his way in ten.”

“Thank you.” Hanging up from Jane, I dial another number, I need this body to look exactly like Adam, no questions asked.

“Chief.”

“Bentley, I need your makeup expertise and I need you to drop everything and come now.”

“Okay, but you know this will cost you, right?”

“For crying out loud, why does everything have to cost me something? Yes, sure, you can have anything you want. I just need your expertise as a mortician, and I need your help making a cadaver look like someone else.”

“I can do that. No worries. Text me that address and I can leave now.”

“Great, see you soon.”

I hang up and take a deep breath. At least, that’s semi-sorted.

I didn’t have to wait long. Waiting here with Doug’s dismembered body felt like a fucking lifetime. The cadaver is good, with the right touches from Bentley, at a glance, it will pass for Adam. With the right amount of fake blood added to his face around the bullet wound I put in his head, I should be able to pull this off.