The Outlaw's Obsession(45)
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?