Killer(42)
“Is this everything?” Zero asked.
“It’s everything we need. Alex has arranged everything else.”
“Good luck and try not to kill anyone.” Zero shook his hand, and they parted outside of the clubhouse.
“Are you ready?” Steven asked.
“Yeah, you sure about this?” Killer climbed into the passenger side.
“With the clubhouse on lockdown I don’t like screwing the sweet-butts with everyone around. The old ladies make me wish for one of my own.”
“Any sign of Blaine and his family?” Killer asked.
“He’s turning up tomorrow with Emily and Darcy. I hope we can get this shit settled in no time,” Steven said. “I’m getting sick and tired of lockdowns.”
Killer agreed, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him.
“Sandy is waiting for you. Try not to kill him,” Steven said, dropping him off outside of the hospital. He caught sight of Stink, who was staying behind to grab Sandy.
“I’m not going to kill anyone.”
“It’s your woman, man. I wouldn’t put it past you to kill in order to protect her.”
Killer couldn’t argue with that assessment. When it came to his woman, he’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her.
Getting out of the car, he slammed the door behind him. Kelsey didn’t have a clue what was happening today. He hoped she didn’t put up a fight.
Entering the hospital, he was wearing a sweater with a hood. For the next couple of weeks he was no longer Killer, a member of The Skulls. He was going to be Theodore Smith, kidnapper and a mechanic.
Sandy sat down looking through some paperwork. Taking a seat beside her, he tried to look like a man waiting for an explanation.
“Is everything in place?” Sandy asked.
“Yes, we’ve got no choice but to move tonight. Does she know?”
“No, I couldn’t get to her. The bastard on the door takes his job way too seriously. I’m surprised he even leaves his post to take a piss. I keep looking for bottles filled with crap, he takes his job so seriously.” Sandy placed her hand in his. “She doesn’t have a clue what’s happening. Give her this if she becomes a problem.”
She withdrew her hand, and he saw the small syringe. “It will knock her out for about an hour.”
Nodding, he stared into her eyes. “Thank you.”
“I’ve done nothing really, Killer. Keep her safe. She did attempt to commit suicide.”
“I will. You’ll come out when we need you?” he asked.
“You can count on it. I doubt I’ll have a job by the end of tonight.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I’m going out to Stink. Good luck.” She stood, leaving him alone.
Watching her leave the hospital, he stared down at the tiny syringe hoping he wouldn’t need it.
Getting to his feet, he headed toward Kelsey’s room. Without fail he saw the man guarding her door.
Stopping in front of him, Killer stared at him.
“What the fuck do you want?” the guard asked, glaring.
Dropping the hood, Killer stared at the man keeping him away from his woman. His anger was contained, but the thought of anyone hurting his woman or keeping him away from her, angered him.
“You?”
Smiling, Killer caught the other man around the throat, drawing him up the wall. He’d gotten his name for a reason. Michael Granito and all of their enemies needed to remember who he actually was. He didn’t take shit, and anyone who crossed him faced death.
Leaning forward, he whispered against the other man’s ear. “Tell Michael he should learn not to mess with me. I’m not some fucking thug. I will kill to get what I want.”
The man struggled to little effect. No one was passing in the hallway. After a minute his eyes started to droop, and he was getting ready to pass out.
When the guard was out of it, Killer left him on the chair and entered her room.
She was curled up facing toward him. Her eyes were closed. Flicking on the light, he walked to her.
“Kelsey,” he said, shaking her. She moaned, opening her eyes.
“What? What’s going on?” she asked. Some rattling caught his attention. Around one of her wrists was a steel handcuff locking her to the bed.
“Who did this?” He touched the cold steel wanting to hurt someone.
“The guard. He doesn’t trust me. I tried to escape the night before last. Since then he’s been chaining me to the bed whenever Michael leaves for the night.” She sat up the best way she could. “Killer, what are you doing here? If Michael sees you he’s going to hurt you and the club.”
“Fucker is not going to do anything.”
“No, I’m serious,” she said, touching his hand as he made to leave the room.