UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (55 page)

I watch Roni walk out of the club as if she’s in a hurry. Fuckin’ cunt went and told them what was going on. I know she did.

I watch her go to her car and drive off. I follow while placing the call to Vic.

“What?” Vic says when he answers.

“Got a problem. Roni went to the guys, told them everything,” I tell him.

I hear him roar before he answers me. “I can’t have this plan go south right now. Put a fuckin’ bullet in her then start planting the shit we talked about,” he says then hangs up.

Fuck! This is not what we need right now. I’ll have to step shit up. My sway in the department only goes so fuckin’ far. We get those three out of the damn way, and we will finally have the club where we want it.

Roni’s in pretty rough shape. Bitch probably went home to crash. Whore isn’t smart enough to have a gun, and those Angels Warriors pussies don’t care enough to protect the slut.  I drive up about a block from where she stays. I creep up to her apartment slowly and use the key that Vic gave me to the place to slip inside—place is fucking empty. Fuck!

I walk back toward my truck and notice her car just down the street, abandoned. Where the fuck did she go? She must have known I was following her.

Momma B came in a few minutes ago to bring us food. I’m sure we all had questions as to why and how she could do this to us and the club, but none of us wanted to even look at her. I still can’t believe the woman that was always there for us growing up and since we’ve been back has been going against the club.

“I feel sick that I let her around my kids and my sister,” Eden says while looking down at her food.

“Same here. I’ve let her watch the baby when I just needed a break. She helped me after my thing,” Lilly says quietly.

I look over at Lilly’s wrist, and I see the marks she put on herself a few months ago. We all should have seen the signs that she would go that far. Once we found out she was depressed, we all pitched in when we could. None of us thought she would do that, though.

“None of us could have known,” I tell them, trying to put them at ease. “This is the woman that was always there for us growing up. Hell, she even helped pull off some of our pranks.”

“I know, and that’s what hurts the most,” Eden says.

Just as she says that, Momma B comes back in the room, looking at all of us with a sad look. “I’m sorry, ladies. I am. I wish things were different.”

The room must be bugged, because why else would she come in and say that?

“I don’t get it. You were a second mother to all of us. How could you do this?” I ask her, needing answers.

She sighs and sits on the chair by the door. “I’ve been in love with Vic for as long as I can remember. He’s always been my one. I accepted his life-style, his need to be with other women, but then he fell in love with Jasper’s mom,” she starts. “I can’t have children, never been able to. She was beautiful, loving, a good woman, and she could have children- everything Victor wanted in a wife, an Old Lady.”

“Okay, but still, why would you do this?” Eden asks.

“Through it all, Vic and I were still together. When Gloria left him because of the club girls, I was still standing by his side. I was happy she was able to give him a child—a child he wanted. I love him, girls, and true love... with that comes anything. You’d all do anything to stand by your men. I don’t like this anymore than you girls do, but it’s what I need to do to be with the man I love,” she says firmly while standing up and leaving the room.

“Well, that was a crock of shit. If Mason suddenly decided it was all cool as shit to go out and murder people and kidnap them, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t stick with him,” Eden says in outrage to me.

I stiffen. Sometimes I forget that Eden doesn’t know who Mason was before the club changed. Lilly notices this too. “Um, Eden, how do you think Mason got his name?” Lilly says to her.

Her face pales. “No,” she whispers out.

I nod grimly. “I stayed with him. He only told me something once before I told him no more. I couldn’t bear to hear it. But it was part of what he did in the club. That was his life.” I remember that awful day he came home covered in dried blood.

“But it’s Mason,” she says, snapping me out of the memory.

“I know, but he’s not that anymore,” I assure her. At least I hope not. I haven’t really been around him much with this switch in the club, but I highly doubt he’s still doing that shit. He isn’t that man anymore. I know it in my heart.

It’s been a week since we found out the girls were missing, and we are no closer to finding them. “How fuckin’ hard could this be?” Zippo yells. “They can’t be just gone.”

“Yeah, well, our tracker was Breaks. I highly doubt we’ll find him and ask him politely to find them,” Angel sneers. Smart ass.

I hate just doing nothing. We’ve checked out warehouse after warehouse, all the old spots we knew of that Vic would go to.

“Have we checked in with the cops?” I ask.

“Yeah, but they weren’t any fuckin’ help. Officer Thrane gave me some intel. Word has it that we are gonna be under investigation. Last people to see Bruce and Foxy alive? Us. Told me that they plan to have a fuckin’ search warrant for all our shit,” Angel says, beyond pissed.

“Planning a raid?” Zippo says snarkily. “We helped them raid the fuck outta the place before. They should know better than to think it was fuckin’ us.”

“Yeah, Thrane said they think we only helped with that shit because we wanted to run the fuckin’ place,” Angel says.

Last time, we were in on the fuckin’ raid. Angel and Zippo were anyways. At that point in my life, I didn’t fuckin’ care.

Life was a damn mess. Cleaning up this club and our lifestyles has been a blessing. I was going down a fuckin’ road that would have landed me in prison, or dead. 

It’ll be over my dead body that this club gets taken down.

Jasper even reached out to Monica to see if she knew where the fuck Roni ran off to. Bitch took off before we could ask her where they were holding the girls. She told Jasper to fuck off, said she wasn’t getting caught up in our shit ever again. I can understand with all she has been through, but we’re talking about the lives of the ones we love. It’s rough; Vinny’s girls are babies and don’t know what’s going on, but the twins and G-baby know shit is up. Jasper told them that the girls went on a vacation together, but they see through the bullshit. Those kids are smart.

We’ve been in this room for seven days—seven extremely long days. We get let out long enough to have a freezing cold five minute maximum shower. God, I’m craving a hot soaking bath right about now. Momma B stopped coming in to see us on day three. I don’t know if it’s from guilt of doing this, or if she doesn’t want to look at us while we rot in here.

Eden and Lilly are lying in their beds, sleeping, but I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, I think about Mason and all those wasted years. I should have just tied him to a chair and forced him to listen to me.

In this stupid room, I also miss Jessica and Ethan. I’ve never been away from those kids. They aren’t mine, but I raised them as if they were. I didn’t even struggle with the choice to help Eden out with them either. More likely, I jumped at it.

After suffering a miscarriage and losing Mason, I figured raising those kids for Eden would probably be my only chance at motherhood.

“We did it!” Jessica and Ethan were both shouting at me about passing their math tests. They were so proud of themselves, and so was I.  To celebrate, I took them to one of those pizza places for kids with the games and such. We had the best time stuffing our faces with greasy pizza and playing games. Ethan earned so many tokens that night and won a pillow that said number one on it, and he gave it to me. Said I was his number one other than his mom.

I roll over, my cheek hitting the pillow, and drift off as tears fall down my face.

Another week passes. Our women have been missing a total of fourteen fuckin’ days, and I’m feeling on edge. How can we not figure this shit out? I park my bike in the compound and walk into the clubhouse. Everyone is edgy by the looks of it. Some people are stiff, while anger is radiating off others. A few seem like they don’t care. In a way, I bet you anything if this club went back to the ways of Satan’s Law, those would be the ones who would join it.

“Reaper,” Angel shouts from the doorway of his office.

I go and close the door behind me. “What’s up? We find anything?” I ask.

“No, but bad news- we can’t get any more info out of Roni. She was found dead in the alley behind the shop, committed fuckin’ suicide,” he grumbles out.

“Fuck!” I roar.

“Yeah, bad shit, but that’s not the worst of it. Cops are coming down hard. Heard from Thrane they got warrants. Your fuckin’ prints were found at the scene. They have evidence that tells them Zippo killed Foxy too,” he says, sounding more pissed off. “I know you both didn’t do shit. We gotta find you some ground so they can’t get you guys.”

“I’m not fuckin’ going to ground. I need to be looking for my woman,” I tell him.

“If you don’t go to ground and hide the fuck out, you are in prison for a murder you didn’t commit. How you gonna find her then?”

I grind my teeth, keeping my mouth shut.

“I hate to do this shit, but I’m gonna have to make a call. Untamed Angels used to be in good with Satan’s Law. I’m hoping some of our markers are still good,” he says.

I frown. “I don’t want those fucks around here.”

“Don’t have a choice. Those assholes have the best trackers in their MC. Hangman used to be close with my dad, so he might be able to get something.”

“Fuckin’ hell. I’d rather go back to the shit when I was a murderer than to have those fucks in town.”

His face closes down. “Hate remembering that shit, you know that, but it’s been weeks and we have nothing. Our only intel is now dead.”

“Shit. Okay, call them in. See if they’ll help out. I’ll go to Zippo’s, and we’ll get gone. I don’t fuckin’ like this, but I’ll do it. I want the women home,” I tell him, walking toward the door.

As I open the door, a small body crashes into me. “I’m so sorry.”

I put her at arm’s length and realize its Monica. “What are you doing here?” I ask her.

She looks shaken up. “Roni gave me this.” She holds out a folded piece of paper. “Said if something happened to her, I was to rush it here to you guys. I didn’t want to get involved, but I owed her and you guys this much.”

I unfold the note and read it.

Dear Angel,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve done. I didn’t want to do it. I wanted to move on with my life. Why do you think I never came back, even when the club turned around? I knew no one in that town wanted me back. I burned too many bridges. I was happy in my life.

One day, a week before I showed up at the compound to you, Bruce came to my home. He broke in through the backdoor. I didn’t want to die. I had a choice- death or help him out. I’ve never liked Eden, but I also never knew the final plan was to eventually kidnap her.

If I had known that, I wouldn’t have done anything. I would have picked death instead. I know how much you love her.  All I can say is how sorry I am.

I’m writing this in hopes you are able to make it to the girls as fast as you can. In case I forget to tell you, since I’m planning on coming to you with what I know, the girls are being held in a cabin near the lake where Momma B used to take the girls when they were kids.

It’s not in the exact spot where they all used to go, but it’s about fifty kilometers away from that spot. From what I also learned, they don’t believe you will ever find that spot, hence them using it. It’s Momma B, Victor, and Breaks. Please don’t underestimate them.

Be safe. If you are reading this, it’s because I decided to beat those fuckers to the punch. If I’m going to die, I’m going out my own way.

Veronica

I clench the letter in my hand. Shit! “Thanks, Monica,” I tell her gruffly, turning on my heels to head back inside the clubhouse to Angel.