The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) (10 page)

John slapped Chains on the shoulder through the open window. He didn’t say anything, but the Devils were changing. Members like Chains, Shadow and Razor, hard men used to getting their way through intimidation and blood, were a dying breed in the Devils. The future belonged to the Ashers and the Gators, the members who could put together deals, members who thought ahead and planned.

John stepped back from the Tahoe. He had brought the club this far; it was going to be up to Asher, and those like him, to take the club to the next level, but as the SUV turned onto the road, he knew men like Chains still had their uses for a while longer yet.

“How do we even know they are in there?” Chains grumbled again.

“We don’t.” Asher replied from the driver’s seat.

“Why don’t we go kick the fucking door in and bag them if they are, and be waiting if they’re not?”

“Why don’t we just call the cops ourselves and be done with it?” Kenny said from the backseat.

“The waiting is what drives me crazy,” Chains muttered.

As much as it pained Jenny to admit it, she agreed with Chains. Waiting was by far the worst part, and she had done more than her fair share in the last few months. If it were just her and Asher they could at least talk, but having Kenny, and especially Chains, in the car with them severely limited the conversation. Chains had a knack for taking even the most innocent comment and making it sexual. It had started out funny, but after almost five hours of it, she was ready to kill him herself.

They had taken turns leaving in the SUV, always leaving at least two on watch, as they cycled through the various restaurants, getting something to eat or drink, and using the restrooms. It was nearing nine o’clock at night and they had been waiting in various places on the street for over six hours.

The raid on the Demonios de Sangre had gone as well as could be expected. All but five of the Demonios had been killed in the firefight, the survivors later shot in the head. Twenty-seven men had been shot dead in their clubhouse and then the building doused in gasoline and set ablaze. The bodies would be found, of course, but it would impossible to prove anything. The over one hundred strong attack force had arrived just as the sun set, on foot, and drifted away into the darkness the same way as the building went up in flames.

The combined forces of the Heartless Devils, the Buccaneers, and the Trifectas had routed the Demonios, but they hadn’t escaped unscathed. They had lost two, one from the Bucs and another from the Devils, and the Trifectas had two wounded. A resounding success by any measure, but Asher had been quiet since he had learned of the outcome.

Jenny had tried to cheer him up, but she could see the pain in his eyes. He had been close to Eli Gray, the Devil who had been killed.

“We’ve got movement boys and girls,” Chains said suddenly as a Range Rover pulled into drive and stopped while the garage door of the Hamasaki house rose. The vehicle entered and the door started down.

“What do you think?” Kenny asked.

“Don’t know,” Asher said. “Let’s see what happens. If they leave, we’ll tail them. If they stay, let’s give them a few hours to settle in. Then we’ll pay them a visit.

“Great...more waiting,” Chains muttered, but Jenny could tell from his tone he wasn’t actually pissing and moaning like he had been before.

She scooted down in her seat and wiggled until she got comfortable and closed her eyes. She didn’t think she would sleep, but there wasn’t anything else to do while she waited.

“Jenny. Wake up,” Kenny said, shaking her gently.

“What time is it?” she asked, opening her eyes and sitting up.

“Almost one.”

“Did I go to sleep?” she asked through a yawn.

“Yeah. Your snoring kept the rest of us awake. So good job,” Kenny teased.

“I did not!” she retorted as the rest of the men in the truck chuckled.

“You ready to go?” Asher asked as he opened his door.

“I have to pee,” she realized as she got out.

“You’re either going to have to hold it or find a bush.”

“I’ll go once we are in the house.”

“That’s just fucking great,” Chains muttered as they pulled on their rubber gloves. “Sorry, officer, we broke in because our girl here had to piss.”

“Shut up, Chains,” Asher muttered as the three men screwed suppressors to the end of their weapons.

All the houses were dark and the street was quiet. They had no trouble making their way to their target, the bright glow of the moon providing plenty of illumination.

When they reached the house, Kenny and Chains watched their back while Asher carefully cut a hole in the center window of the garage door, handing the circle of glass to Jenny to hold so it wouldn’t break. She carefully sat the glass aside, then stepped into Asher’s waiting hands, his fingers locked to make a foothold for her. He boosted her up enough so she could peek through the glass as she slide a long piece of aluminum bar through the window, catching the door release handle with the hook on the end.

“Got it,” she said softly.

She stepped out of Asher’s hand, holding the bar over her head until he took it from her. He gave it a quick jerk and the big door rumbled softly as the pressure from the electric opener was released.

“Piece of cake,” Asher whispered as he raised the door just high enough for them to scoot under. Once inside the garage, Asher handed Kenny the toolkit.

“Get started on the glass. We’ll come get you as soon as we secure the house. If you hear shooting, you take her and get the fuck out,” Asher whispered.

“Got it,” Kenny murmured, pulling a screwdriver from the bag and setting to work removing the molding holding the glass in place while Jenny held a penlight close so he could see what he was doing.

Jenny wanted badly to go with Asher, but she had agreed to stay with Kenny. She watch as he quickly removed the eight screws, handing each one to her so they wouldn’t get lost in the dark, then handed her the glass with the hole it in, taking the other pane from her and putting it in place. She handed him each screw back and in ten minutes, the job was done.

Asher and Chains entered the kitchen moving like ghosts. As they crept into the main room, they could see six suitcases in various sizes sitting just off the kitchen. It looked like someone was planning on taking an extended trip. They froze when they heard a woman moan and a man’s voice, both almost beyond their ability to detect. The sound came from upstairs, presumably from the bedrooms.

With Asher on one side of the steps and Chains on the other, they crept up the steps toward the bedrooms, staying next to the edges to prevent the stairs from squeaking with their weight. At the top they could hear the sound of moving bodies, punctuated occasionally by a man or woman’s voice.

Asher motioned Chains past before stopping at the room with the sounds coming out of it. The door was slightly open and he could see in a mirror a woman on all-fours as a man took her from behind, holding her head back by pulling her hair. The woman moaned again and rose up onto her knees, the man releasing her hair to maul her tits as he kissed her neck.

Asher glanced down the hall as Chains eased a door open and looked carefully inside before silently closing it again with a shake of his head. He began to move to the next door and Asher glanced back into the room to make sure he hadn’t been seen. The couple was still deep in their passion, oblivious to their presence. While he watched, the man tumbled to his back, pulling the woman with him. The woman, still back to front with the man, squatted over him and took him inside again, then leaned back onto her arms and began to thrust her hips as the man’s hands once again began to roughly knead her breasts.

Asher’s eyes flicked back to Chains as he slowly pushed open the third door and looked in, then looked at Asher and nodded. With the bright moon beaming in through the large two story windows overlooking Biscayne Bay, he knew Chains would have no trouble seeing him count backwards on his fingers from three.

When he gripped his fist, both men burst through the door. The moment the door opened, the woman saw him and screamed. “Quiet or you’re both dead!” Asher hissed, his gun trained on the woman’s head. He heard Chains roaring at someone in the other room and then it was quiet.

“What do you want?” the man, Mikio Hamasaki, shouted, shoving the woman off of him.

“What I want? Right now, what I want is for you to get up and come with me downstairs. So move it!” Asher stepped slowly to the side, his weapon never wavering, as the man and woman got to their feet.

“Let me get dressed,” the woman begged, covering herself with her hands. Asher considered it but decided against it. She wouldn’t be embarrassed for long.

“No. Downstairs. Now.”

As the man crossed in front of him, he stared malevolently into Asher’s eyes. “I’ll kill you for this,” the man growled.

“Like you did Melissa Carter?”

The man paused. “Who are you?” he demanded.

“The angel of death. Now move.”

As they stepped out of the room onto the balcony overlooking the lower floor, Chains and Hiero Hamasaki, dressed in violet silk pajamas, were just reaching the bottom of the stairs.

“Downstairs,” Asher ordered.

“What have we here? Looks like someone was enjoying a little
poontang
,” Chains muttered as the man and woman joined Chains and Hiero in the kitchen.

“Shut up. This isn’t a game,” Asher growled.

“What are you going to do with us?” Hiero demanded.

“We’re going to kill you,” Chains said simply. “You fuck with the Devils, you get burned.”

“Let Yoshiko go,” the younger man begged. “She doesn’t have anything to do with what happened. Please. She didn’t do anything.”

“No witnesses,” Chains said, his eyes once again roaming the body of the woman.

Asher didn’t like it, but Chains was right. He hadn’t expected there to be anyone in the house other than the two targets. “Go get Slovoski and Jenny,” he ordered, needing time to think.

A moment later Chains returned with Kenny and Jenny behind him. “That’s him,” Jenny said the moment she stepped into the room and shined the light into his face.

“You!” the younger man snarled. “I should have fucked you and then killed you myself!”

Asher resisted the temptation to backhand the man. “Do it,” he said, looking at Chains.

Kenny pulled two small cloth bags from the tote that contained their tools. “What are we going to do about her?” he asked as he stepped up to the older man and slipped the bag over his head. The man never flinched, seeming to accept the inevitable.

“I don’t know. A towel maybe?” Asher replied.

Chains took the older Hamasaki by the shoulder and steered him out of the kitchen onto the patio. As they watched through the large windows, Chains forced the man to his knees then bent him over one of the large terra cotta planters Asher had seen while milling around after Jenny's rescue so many months ago. The dirt in the planter would stop and contain the bullet, the bag the gore. The moment the man was bent over Chains put the gun to the back of his head and pulled the trigger, the pop of the suppressed gun barely audible in the house. The man fell forward immediately, lying over container. Chains pushed him back, allowing him to fall, then tucked his weapon away and began to drag him back inside by the shoulders.

“You fucker!” Mikio raged.

“Jenny. Go upstairs and get some towels,” Kenny said gently. “You don’t want to see this.”

Jenny tore her eyes from Chains as he dragged the body back into the house and hurried up the steps. She had just reached the top when she heard the thump of the body hitting the floor like so much meat.