Biker Bound: The Lost Souls MC Series (22 page)

I have to admit watching them together, the way they work as one no matter how many of them there are it is pretty captivating.

“So, we have one week to go until the wedding and we still have a million and one things left to do,” Alannah groans, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Not this again,” Bonnie whines, cradling a sleeping JJ in her arms. “Everything is ordered and everyone knows what they’re doing, stop worrying,” She adds.

“Momma, momma, momma,” Zachery chants, pulling on my hair.

“Ouch baby, stop doing that,” I scold him, but he carries on anyway.

“I think it’s someone’s bedtime.”

I leave Bonnie soothing Alannah’s wedding worries and take Zachery upstairs to the room we have been staying in.

After he’s changed and lying in bed I curl up beside him until he falls asleep. He’s asleep before I can get comfortable. Creeping out of the room I grab the monitor Bonnie had brought in and head downstairs to wait for Slade to come back.

Halfway down the hall I hear a whimpering coming from one of the rooms. A door to my right is half open and there is a woman sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands crying.

I don’t recognize her but that doesn’t stop me. Since I’ve been here there has been a collection of different women coming in and out of the place.

I tap on the door, “Hey, are you okay?”

Why did I ask that? It is obvious she is far from okay.

The woman doesn’t move as I close the door and move closer to her.

“You weren’t meant to fall for their bullshit, you were supposed to run to the cops,” the woman mumbles into her hands.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t worry, I was like you once. Falling for a guy who can blind you from wrong.”

“I don’t understand, who are you?” I ask, taking a step away from her.

“I need retribution, they took everything from me. You should’ve run when I gave you the chance,” she warns, finally revealing her face. She is older than I imagined. She’s also smiling, she hasn’t been crying at all.

“Did you send that guy at the store?”

“You were supposed to take them down and they wouldn’t have been the wiser about me,” she says, becoming hysterical.

“Why don’t I go and get Alannah so you can talk to her. You misunderstand, I don’t know much about the club,” I stutter.

“We’ll get to that bitch in time, first I need you to co-operate because I need your man to rush back to your rescue, him and everyone else.”

“Co-operate how?”

She doesn’t answer me, she only laughs. Her hand snakes out and grabs me by the wrist. My first response is to slap her, the force sends her back and she releases my wrist. I run for the door and plan on running for help when I hear a clicking.

“Don’t open that door or I’ll unload this gun into your back,” she warns.

I freeze.

“Good girl, now co-operate. I don’t want to hurt you but if I have to…I will.”

I don’t give her the satisfaction of answering.

“Who is downstairs?” she asks, pushing the gun on the back of my head.

“Um…Alannah, Bonnie, Oak. I don’t know anyone else’s names,” I stammer out.

“Good girl, knowing Oak he will be at the bar so when we go downstairs we’re going to stay by the wall. We don’t want no one sneaking up behind us.”

The walk from the room to the bottom of the stairs feels like an eternity.

She was right, Oak is sitting at the bar deep in thought. We had come down so quietly no one had noticed us.

“Oak, my old friend,” the woman behind me calls out.

The glass in Oak’s hand halts halfway to his mouth and he slowly turns his head in our direction.

His eyes bulge when he sees the woman behind me.

“I want Castiel back here now,” she says, pushing her point by pushing the gun harder into my head.

“Was all this you?” he asks her, sounding sad.

“Get…Him…Back.” she demands.

He pulls out his phone and I watch him dial and put it to his ear.

“Cas, we’ve got a problem here. Kristen’s bein’ held by our mystery fucker.”

He goes quiet, Cas must be asking him who it is because when he next speaks, he reveals her name.

“It’s Kitty Blake.”

Slade

The owner of the slaughterhouse couldn’t recall anyone specific asking for the pig’s blood used at Sparky’s house. The cameras in the place are fakes, used only as a deterrent. So yet again, another dead fucking end.

The owner flings the closed sign over the door and locks up as we leave.

“Back to knowin’ nothin’,” Sparky fumes.

“Sooner or later they are going to tire of these games and show their faces. I say we wait till then,” Pope suggests.

“Pope’s right, we’ll head back and wait, the next time they come for us we will be fuckin’ ready.” Cas orders.

I prayed we would be able to track this fucker through the blood. As much as Kristen acts okay at the club, I know she wants to get back to our home.

All Cas’s phone seems to do these days is ring. He sits on his bike and answers.

“Oak, what’s up?”

Every brother is on alert when Cas jumps off his bike and the colour drains from his face.

“Who the fuck is it?” he yells.

He stops dead and stares straight at me.

“Cas?”

“We know who’s been after us,” he says, looking sick.

“Fuckin’ tell us then,” Sparky demands.

“Kitty.”

“No way. She isn’t capable of any of this,” Pope says, defending our previous president’s old lady.

“Oak says she has Kristen,” Cas says, quickly and directly at me.

“What do you mean, she fuckin’ has her?” I grind out, barely keeping myself together.

“That’s all Oak said.”

I don’t reply. I’m not sure I can form any words. I run for my bike and ride hard with my brothers following close behind.

We are an hour from the club and the speed I’m riding at doesn’t feel like we’re making any ground.

A thousand images flash before my eyes of how Kitty has Kristen and where the hell Zach is while all this is going on? All I can feel is pure fear. The raw need to take out any danger to Kristen and Zach is blistering as thousand flames across my body and if anything happens to them, I will let the flames burn me alive.

We ride through the gates and while my brothers come to a stop I don’t give a shit, I am on my feet running as my bike slides across the ground.

Rushing inside I can’t see her. Alannah and Oak are in the way.

They both turn when they hear me approaching and that is when I see her.

Standing there shaking with a gun pointed at her head. Kitty looks unrecognizable to the last time I saw her. Her vibrant red hair she was known for is now dyed a stark black and has been cut to above her shoulders. She definitely fits the description given to us by Gregory of looking like a junkie. It isn’t drugs though that has her looking so dishevelled and withdrawn.

Every coiling muscle in my body is dying to go to Kristen but when I take a step closer, Kitty pushes the gun harder against Kristen and she whimpers.

“Let her go Kitty, she has nothing to do with this,” I try to say calmly, but even I can hear the violence in my voice.

“Too predictable,” Kitty laughs, “I told you didn’t I Kristen…I told you he’d rush to your rescue,” she laughs again.

“I will fuckin’ kill you slowly if you pull that trigger,” I threaten her.

For a moment, just a brief moment, my threat scares her but then her walls come back up and she stands tall.

“All I want is Cas,” she says.

“Here I am, you’ve got me,” he says, coming up behind me, his voice is deep and commanding.

He stands beside me and pushes Alannah behind him. Kitty visibly shakes having him in her sight, but it isn’t from fear.

“You’ve been fuckin’ with my club and now you stand here behind an innocent woman. Tell me why and tell me now.”

“Your club,” she snorts.

As brothers arrive, I know this is going to be a long game. She has backed the two of them against the wall so none of us can jump her.

“No, it’s time you answered my fucking questions because once the grief didn’t hurt so much I got to thinking and I don’t believe Hunter killed Michael. Do you actually know how long their hatred lasted?” she asks.

Her body might be shaking but her voice is strong and unwavering.

“He was always going to die that night wasn’t he? You wanted to kill him because of what he done to your precious Lana,” her voice now oozes with venom.

“Michael used her as bait Kitty, they nearly killed her because of it,” Cas argues.

“He was always going to save her,” Kitty screams in Michael’s defence.

Alannah stumbles round Cas in shock.

“You knew all along what his plans were didn’t you?” she asks.

“Of course I knew, who do you think helped him with the idea? It wasn’t personal,” she smiles cruelly.

“She was his fuckin’ niece, you don’t get more fuckin’ personal than that,” Cas bellows.

Kitty’s demeanour instantly changes.

“She was nothing to him and a constant reminder of her mother to me,” she spits.

“How can you say that, you took me in and raised me,” Alannah cries.

“You stupid, stupid girl. All of you act like the world revolves around her. All her life she’s had you all running around after her, none of you know anything.”

“What don’t we know? Because at the moment I don’t know if you’re here for Michael or Alannah,” Cas argues.

“It’s the same thing, everything Michael did was for this club and when he finally had the chance to destroy Hunter, none of you had his back. I know you Castiel, you’ve been after his patch for years…did you put the bullet in his head? Did you see your chance to take over?” she yells.

“Kitty, I told you what happened that night. This is grief talkin’. You loved Michael for so long, it’s the pain makin’ you think these things.” Cas tells her.

“Don’t patronize me, I remember what you told me but I also remember my husband and he would not have let Hunter get the better of him!” she growls. “So tell me the fucking truth or so help me I will shoot her and then as many of you as I can,” she roars.

The determination in her has me stepping me closer to them. Cas is only antagonizing her and I feel like I am running out of time.

The whole time Kristen keeps her eyes on me. I’m silently begging her to remain strong. I told her I would keep her safe, protect her always and now I am letting her down.

The tears silently running down her cheeks is what tips me over the edge. I make it halfway towards them before she points the gun in my direction and I hold my hands up in surrender.

“Please let her go, I’m begging you,” I urge.

“Stop this Kitty. Kristen had nothing to do with that night, if you harm her then I won’t be able to stop them from killing you.”

I turn my head quickly to see Pope stepping forward.

“I just want answers,” she snaps, giving him her entire attention.

“I can give you the answers you want but you have to let her go,” he replies.

“I can’t do that. I know how you all work…you especially, my old friend.”

“You are my friend and I want to help you. I’ll give you answers if you let Kristen go,” he assures her again.

Kitty is not a fool, just because Pope asks doesn’t mean shit. She’s right, she knows this club and how we act.

“Give me answers and then I will.”

“For fucks sake, just give her what she wants Pope.” I shout, losing my patience with this back and forth negotiating bull shit.

He nods at me once and steps closer to Kitty. The rest of my brothers are silent waiting for an opening to end this.

“You’re right, Hunter didn’t kill Michael. In fact, Michael got what he wanted for years…he killed Hunter not me.” Pope begins, shocking the shit out of me.

This isn’t what we’ve been told of that night a year and a half ago. Cas told us that Hunter killed Michael and Pope killed Hunter.

Kitty slumps in relief and wipes her eyes with her free arm.

“I knew it,” she whispers, “It was Cas wasn’t it? He killed Michael?” she asks frantically only looking at Pope.

I look at Cas and see his chest heaving in anticipation of the next revelation.

“It wasn’t Cas,” he steps closer again, “I killed Michael,” he tells her.

No he couldn’t have, why would they keep that from the rest of us?

“I don’t believe you,” Kitty says, as it registers what he’s admitted, “You were brothers, he gave you everything.”

“I’ve given what you wanted now let her go,” Pope requests.

Kristen whimpers as Kitty grips her hair in her hand, her gun no longer pointed at Kristen’s head, she points it at Pope instead.

“You’re lying to save his ass,” she says, waving the gun towards Cas.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes you are. You were more than club brothers, you were like true brothers.”

Pope moves slightly in front of Cas and steps even closer to Kitty.

“He lost that right when I saw how Mickey came back to us, you remember Mickey right? Michael as good as killed him and then he used a girl for his own gain. Michael didn’t deserve the right to live, not in this world. If you’re here for retribution then you are as sick as he was.”

“You still would’ve needed his go ahead,” she spits.

“I don’t think you are here for Michael, I think you’re using him to get to Cas and Lana.”

“Move Pope,” she warns, “Don’t come any closer,” she stiffens and tightens her hand on Kristen’s hair again.

“Pope, back the fuck away.” I demand.

I haven’t got the energy to digest Michael’s real killer, all my energy is bustling on Kristen.

With Pope moving, she has a clear aim of Cas. He pushes Alannah behind him again thinking he is protecting her.

In the corner of my eye Alannah’s movements look wrong. At first I think she’s undressing Cas but when I look properly she’s going for his gun.

Unaware, Cas continues staring at Kitty. Alannah slowly steps away from Cas and moves towards me where Pope isn’t in the way. Kitty is so engrossed in her hatred for Cas that she doesn’t notice Alannah raising the gun and aiming it at her.