Protecting His Forever(61)
Thinking of her has me punching the wall. I love her so fucking much. My heart is hurting from the being separated. Her smile that can make that meanest motherfucker smile. That woman has changed my life, and I’m going to get her back no matter what. Those men are going to pay. With their life.
Walking back into the kitchen, I see that all the men are ready. Their expressions show that they’re ready.
“You guys don’t have to do this.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“We know we don’t, but you have saved all of our lives more than once. Syd is my sister, and we all care about her.” Ethan smacks my shoulder and the rest of the men nod their heads in agreement.
“Let’s go.” I walk out the front door and jump into my truck. They climb in and Isaac is sitting beside me giving me directions. Besides Isaac talking, there isn’t any sound. We sit in silence because the shit that’s about to go down can kill us all, but I’m not going down until my woman is safe.
We are a few miles away from the location when the roar of motorcycles is coming up from behind us. The one in front is waving for me to pull over. Shaking my head, I ignore them because my woman is close.
He smacks my window. Growling, I pull over and jump out ready to knock some motherfuckers out. The dude in the front slides off the motorcycle. His arms are covered in tattoos, and he is a mean motherfucker—I can see that from here.
Walking up to him, I stand nose to nose. “What the fuck do you want?”
He grins at me. “I’m about to kill some motherfuckers in that building up ahead. They’ve been kidnapping women and selling them. We are taking the fuckers out. Nobody messes with people in my town especially women.”
Stepping back, I look at all of them. “My woman is in there. I’m going in to get her back.”
“Let’s get her back then. Follow behind us.” He gives me a sinister smile and gets back on his motorcycle.
Jumping in I start the truck. “We got your back, man. We will get her back,” Chase says.
Staring straight ahead, I prepare myself for what’s to come. If one of them has hurt her I will kill all those motherfuckers. Clenching the steering wheel, I speed up as the motorcycle gang speeds up. The building is just up ahead.
They don’t stop until they are right at the door. They jump off their motorcycles and run in.
“Let’s do this shit.”
Grabbing my gun, I run in the building. I can hear them right behind me. Walking inside, nobody is around. Then I hear gun shots. My body stiffens and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Taking slow breaths, I get into combat mode. Looking at the men behind me, they have the same expressions on their face. Nodding my head at them to see if they are ready, they nod back. Taking a deep breath, I pull my gun up and walk around the corner. We clear all the rooms and she isn’t here.
My heart pounds into my chest as each room we clear doesn’t produce Sydney. Going into the kitchen, I see three men on their knees and the MC dudes surrounding them. I point at the door that leads to the basement to one of those men. He nods and moves out of the way, but he follows close behind us. Five sets of footsteps follow behind me.
She better be fucking okay. Walking down the steps, my heart is beating out of my chest, but it doesn’t prepare me for what I see. My woman’s face is bloody, and she is hanging off the ground by her arms. Her blue eyes meet mine, and I run to her.
Looking over, I see a naked woman whose entire back is bloody and torn to shit. I’ve seen beatings like that before, and I know her back will be completely covered In scars no matter how well she heals. Averting my eyes because I can’t stand someone hurt like that, I walk over to Sydney who is watching me. Removing the chains from her arms, she immediately starts to fall. She cries out as her arms fall to her sides. Picking her up bridal style, I look over to see Isaac helping the other woman down.
“Kane,” Sydney groans.
Gripping her tighter to me, I run up the steps and into the kitchen, being careful not to jolt her too much. “Baby, which one of the men did this to you?” I look down at her swollen face ready to commit murder.
Three men are on their knees still. One is staring at Sydney with pure malice. Eyeing him, I know it’s him. Sydney points at him and confirms what I thought. “You’re mine,” I mouth at him and walk out of the room. Ethan is close behind me.
“Take her, man, and get her to the hospital. I got business to take care of,” I tell Ethan.
“Our prospect will drive you and the other girls to the hospital.” The president walks up beside us and motions to the van.
A van pulls up beside us. Sydney is staring up at me and my heart is breaking from how her face looks. I don’t want to leave her, but I have to make these men suffer.