The Outlaw's Obsession (14 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Leaving the club during a lockdown had been difficult. Anyone that left usually had a chaperone tailing them, but when she said she needed to go to the store for personal female shit there had been grumbling, but they had let her go. DeDe didn’t know if she should feel shitty because Jagger hadn’t put up much of a fight on her staying, but she couldn’t dwell on that right now. Ditching the prospect that had followed her when she went in the store had been easy enough. The guy was an idiot.

DeDe rubbed her neck and winced at the tenderness. When Trick had nearly choked the life out of her—literally— she had seen true evil. But she pushed that thought away and focused on the task at hand. She was antsy, but she stayed in one of the back rooms until the club members had left. With their animal sense of smell and intuition they’d know she was up to something. There was a very, very small part of her that knew what she was doing was wrong, but the much bigger part, the one that wanted Jagger, didn’t care about that small voice trying to tell her this was a bad idea and might end horribly. If Jagger found out, or any of the other members for that matter…she shivered at the grisly images that went through her mind. They might not hurt women, but a betrayal was the same no matter who was doing it. Would they kill her? She honestly didn’t know, because she knew enough about the club that they didn’t hurt females or children, but what she was doing was really bad. But she loved Jagger, and deserved to be by his side, not some fresh, younger piece of twat.

She cracked open the backroom door at the same time she heard the club members heading out. The plan was to leave the club and get Sonya out in the open. Knowing Stinger and the prospect they were already heavily drinking for the night, so she knew she could use that as her advantage. Jagger had been in his room with Sonya for the past couple of hours, so DeDe knew she could play this off well since she hadn’t seen the other woman all day. Sonya wouldn’t willingly go with DeDe anywhere, but if she could say she needed help getting her shit out of the car, maybe this would work. If not, well … DeDe hadn’t thought that far in advance. Trick seemed to think Sonya would play along, and it seemed a simple enough task, but only time would tell. All DeDe had to do was get Sonya out of the clubhouse and into the parking lot. With only two guys inside that could not really be of much use if they were piss-ass drunk, and the chances that Trick would get to Sonya before they even realized what was going
on
 
meant
this might actually work. DeDe just had to make sure she wasn’t linked to this, because then it would have all been for nothing and her life would be in the hands of the Grizzly MC.

 
Even now she remembered the touch of that filthy wolverine. In order to seal the deal he had made her suck his dick and then fucked her as she was pressed up against one of those nasty storage containers.
Whatever.
She had fucked worse men than Trick, although they certainly hadn’t been as rough or vile as he had been.

 
She stepped out of the backroom and quickly made her way into the main part of the club. Stinger and the prospect were sitting around one of the
tables
playing cards and throwing back shots. There was a joint between both of their lips, and Bill-O was passed out on the couch as usual. They didn’t even know she was there, and so she turned and left once more, slipping out of the back door and standing there for a moment. She could do this. Faking shit was a talent DeDe had.

She only waited about ten minutes before heading inside. Although she hadn’t seen Trick, she had felt eyes on her, but looking toward the front entrance of the clubhouse didn’t show anything. There were two prospects hanging out by the front of the gate, but she didn’t concern herself with how Trick planned on getting past them. That wasn’t her problem, and she didn’t care. She flicked her cigarette butt away and headed back inside. Stinger and the prospect were in the same position, but Sonya was now behind the counter making sandwiches.

“Hey,” DeDe said and set her purse on the bar.

Sonya looked up at her. The club was on lockdown, but the main room was silent since the women and children were in garage out back. It was reinforced steel, and just as protected as the main clubhouse house. But it was big enough that the children could actually run around and burn off some energy.

 
DeDe was thankful for that, because she didn’t want any of them getting hurt in the process. “I have some bags in the car from my earlier trip. Can you help me bring them in so I don’t have to go out like three times?”

Sonya didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

DeDe sighed. “Look, this stuff is for the guys when they come back. They will be hungry, and
I’m not trusting
those two,” she pointed over to Stinger and the prospect that chose that moment to laugh loudly, “to carry in the shit I just bought. They’ll likely drop it and break it.” This had to work, because she didn’t know what else to do.

“I guess. You parked right out there?” Sonya pointed to the parking lot.

“Yeah.”
DeDe nodded and grabbed a plate of sandwiches. She brought them over to Stinger and the prospect.

Sonya followed and said, “I’m going to help her bring in some things from her car so she doesn’t have to make a lot of trips.”

Stinger inhaled deeply from his joint and then exhaled.

“No, you’ll stay inside. Jagger wants you in the clubhouse at all times. The prospect can go fetch them.” The prospect stood, and DeDe felt herself start to freak out.

“He’ll drop my shit. He’s already drunk and high.” Stinger turned around and stared at her for several seconds. Sweat started to dot her forehead, and she knew she was screwed if she couldn’t get Sonya outside. She was afraid of what Trick would do to her if she didn’t deliver.

Stinger slowly stood and towered over her. “You’re pretty fucking nervous there, DeDe.” He inhaled once more from the joint and passed it off to the prospect. After he exhaled and the smoke cleared, a low growl left him. “You’re trying to hide something. What the fuck are you up to—” But before she could answer there was a rain of gunfire and glass spraying forward from the windows. She was shoved aside but felt her head crack on the ground before darkness swept over her.

****

Sonya was tossed to the ground from the force that came through the windows. She felt shards of glass cover her, and this whole situation felt far too familiar for her comfort. Someone grabbed her around the waist, and she tried to kick away, knowing that Trick had finally come for her.

“
Shh
, stop struggling.” Stinger’s voice was right by her ear, and she instantly stopped fighting him. She was on her feet and they were moving quickly through the main room and down the hallway in seconds. She looked over and saw Stinger reaching for his cell.

“Lock down the garage. Shit’s going down in here. Keep the women and children safe,” he barked out into the phone before ending the call. He hadn’t slowed his movements as he all but dragged her through the back of the clubhouse.

Sonya looked over her shoulder and saw tables and chairs scattered around the room. DeDe was lying on the ground with some debris covering her, and Sonya tried to stop.

“Wait, what about DeDe?” The woman might have been a mega-bitch to her, but she had to help her.

“That cunt made this happen. I could smell her deceit right before the window shattered. I don’t give two shits about what happens to that betraying whore.” Stinger’s words were as sharp as the glass that covered the clubhouse floor. He didn’t go down the hallway that held her and Jagger’s room, and instead took a different direction. Once inside the last room down this second hallway, he shut the door and pushed her toward the closet. He was already on his phone again and barking things out. “Shit’s gone down here,
Prez
.”

She heard the enraged voice of Jagger on the other end but couldn’t make out the words.

“The prospect’s down, and that fucking whore DeDe must have set this up. I smelled her betrayal, but before I could drill on what she had done there was gunfire.” There was another moment of silence as Jagger spoke to him. “I’m getting her to the safe room now.” Stinger thrust the cell at her at the same time he was turning her and pushing her toward a closet.

“Hello?” For as strong as she was trying to be, Sonya was scared shitless and sounded like it, too.

“Baby, you listen to Stinger. He’s getting you into the safe room in the closet, and I am on my way now.” She heard a rustle of movement on the other line, heard guys in the background grunting and cheering, and then heard silence.

“Okay. Jagger, what if you don’t get here in time?” She didn’t even want to think about what would happen.

“Sonya, you listen to me right now. Nothing will happen to you. I’m not going to let Trick hurt you. I’ll be there soon, baby. Go.
Now.”
Jagger shouted the last part to someone, and then she handed the phone back to Stinger. But he closed it and tucked it into the front pocket of Jagger’s shirt that she wore.

He threw the closet door open, crouched on his haunches and pushed a rug away. There was a small cutout in the wood, and he slipped his finger in the notch and pulled a door open. Under the wood was another door—a metal one.

“Once this is unlocked and you are inside, no one can get in. You control the locking mechanism from the inside.” He punched in a code on the small keypad, and the door popped open. He all but pushed her down the stairs that were revealed. “Don’t open this door until you get the all clear from Jagger only.”

She nodded, and then Stinger shut the door over her. Lights flared to life, and she heard the locks moving into place. There were only about five steps, and when she reached the bottom it opened up to a large shelter type room. There were two cots, a wall of shelves that held food and water, a small toilet, and a computer screen that was already on and showed her several angles of the clubhouse.

“Holy shit.”
She stepped closer and stared at the NASA type set-up on the wall. There were six screens, showing the outside—front and back—the main club room, the hallways, and the room that was right above her. “This is like some CIA shit.” Sonya had never seen anything like it. The main room was a wreck, and she watched in horror as Trick kicked open the front door and walked in. As she covered her mouth with her hands and felt her eyes widen, everything inside of her started to go into flight mode, even if she was safe in this room. Behind him was one of his club members, but as if she were watching some kind of horror movie the Grizzly prospect lifted his gun and shot a hole right in Trick’s man. The Wolverine flew backward from the shotgun bullet tearing through his abdomen. Trick went into action and shot the prospect in the same manner he had killed the other Wolverine.

Sonya shook her head and felt sick to her stomach. She was going to pass out for sure as fear slammed into her. But there was also this strength that started to grow, one that wanted vengeance for everyone that Trick had ever hurt. She should go out there and give herself up, stop this from going further, but even thinking that, taking a step backward toward the door, she knew it was a stupid idea. She hadn’t been able to fend Trick’s advances off for years. What made her think she could kill him now?

The gun he carried looked big and automatic, and scary as fuck. A surge of relief filled her as DeDe slowly pushed herself up. Stinger said she was to blame for this, but Sonya didn’t know that, and besides, even if DeDe had been a bitch to her she was still a woman and at the mercy of Trick. Sonya didn’t want anyone dying. DeDe wobbled a little when she was on her feet and turned to face Trick. She was alive, but she wouldn’t be for long, that was something Sonya didn’t doubt.

There was no sound, or there was but she didn’t know how to work the controls. Trick’s mouth started moving, and the sick smile that spread across his face had horrid memories slamming into Sonya. He pointed toward where the hallways were, and DeDe lifted her hands in an act of surrender. She started saying something, and she shook her head in a frantic motion. Trick took a step closer, and in a quick move brought the back of her hand across the side of her face. DeDe’s whole body swung to the side, and she rested a hand on the wall to stay upright. DeDe started speaking again, and even on the screen and from the distance Sonya saw the tears on her face. Trick threw his head back and started laughing, and then in a fast move he lifted the gun toward her and fired.