I didn’t want to tell him she wasn’t exactly going to be coming to the clubhouse. Not after that video I’d endured watching. Twister had received it and sent it directly to me. The five of us saw it and I nearly threw my fuckin’ computer at what they’d done to Cara. So, no fuckin’ way is she going anywhere but to the hospital first.
Twister and Horse have even mobilized on this. Since we’re closer to them they sent K–9 and Sabor, with a cage so we’d be able to get her to the hospital where Connors will be waiting.
“Tell him,” Tracker mouths and I shake my head. I know Tracker’s my VP and thinks I should inform Coyote of the video but that’s not happening. Not until I have Cara in my arms, and I know she’s safe.
We all know Cara and know she wouldn’t want her brother seeing the video, let alone knowing about it. She’s as stubborn as her brother. Hence the reason she refused to take his calls or come home for the holidays.
“Alright, call me the minute she’s with you all and you’re heading this way,” Coyote mutters.
“You got it, brother,” I state, feeling like shit but I don’t need him going off the rails. None of us do. Disconnecting, I put the phone back in my pocket and face my brothers.
“Should have told him,” Shadow murmurs.
“Agreed,” Tracker grumbles.
“You want his ass on his bike speeding this way, taking the chance of getting into a wreck because his mind isn’t in the right place?” I ask. They both know what I’m talking about and know I’m right. I may be called Nerd due to my computer skills but I’m also fuckin’ smart. Smarter than most even realize.
Such as the fact, during the video of those fuckers raping Cara, I’d noticed something right off the bat. The one wearing the club patch Spark isn’t the one in charge. Not even the one wearing the VP patch. No, they kept looking toward another one of the men on the video. He stayed in the background and when he took part in raping her, he’d been far more vicious with her body and commanded authority over the others.
“Then let’s go get Cara, get her the help she’s going to need. We’ll call Coyote after we get her to the hospital,” Tracker states.
Nodding, I check the clips of both my guns and place them in their holsters under my cut. “Yeah, those Dragons fuckers need to burn in the depths of hell they came from,” I sneer.
“You got that right, brother,” Shadow mutters as he heads for the door to the room, we’d gotten it in order to prepare for what’s to come in the next hour.
“Don’t know how many are in there right now but eight of them left thirty minutes ago,” Whip grumbles as the three of us step up to stand next to him and Venom.
“You sure it was eight?” I ask.
“Yeah, why?” Whip asks in return.
“And they didn’t have Cara with them?” My gut tightens at the thought of her being gone again.
“She wasn’t with them. They left as one unit,” Venom states.
“Then those motherfuckers have left her here. There can’t be more than eight of them. Twister’s club killed them off back when they kidnapped Lo-man.” As I say this something clicks in my head. “Fuck. The video was a motherfucking trap. They knew we had to have been catching up to them,” I snarl, storming away from my brothers and toward the building needing to get to Cara as soon as I can.
“Shit, he’s right,” Shadow calls out as he rushes after me.
Rushing through the clearing between where we’d been standing with Venom and Whip, I dart over the ditch and run into the building not caring if anyone follows or the dangers that could be waiting. No, what matters is getting Cara out before anything else happens to her.
“Fuck,” Tracker mutters from behind me as we open the door. Glancing to the side of the room, I see exactly what he’s talking about. A timer connected to a pile of explosives, counting down with barely five minutes left.
“Shit, let’s find Cara,” I grumble, moving further into the building.
“I’ll check this way,” Whip states.
“I’ll go with you,” Venom adds.
“Nerd and I will go this way then. Shadow, see if you can prolong that shit or something,” Tracker growls. “I’m not trying to get blown up today. Not when I have a kid at home to take care of and an ol’ lady to keep warm at night.”
“See what I can do,” Shadow grumbles.
Moving further down the hallway, my heart pounds within my chest, anxious to find Cara, yet nervous as fuck as to what I’ll find.
At the end of the hallway one of the last doors gains my attention or the lock on it gains my attention. Examining the door, I determined the lock isn’t going to be able to stop me and I could open it easy enough. Lifting a booted foot, I kick the door in. The door swings open making a thudding sound against the wall.
My eyes barely adjust to the darkness of the room when I see her. Lying on the floor curled into a ball shaking in a fuckin’ cage of all things. Fuck me, they kept her in a motherfuckin’ cage like an animal.
“Cara,” I murmur, softly as I approach the door of the damn thing to examine the lock. Her body tightens and she whimpers. I was going to need to pick the damn thing.
“VP, we gotta pick that fuckin’ lock and get her out of there,” I growl.
“Going to need to get Whip for this,” Tracker states and moves out of the room.
Fuck. This is bad. Time’s ticking and we’ve got to get her out of here.
“Cara, baby, hang on. I’m going to get you out of here,” I state before moving as close as I can.
“Nick,” she whispers, inaudibly but I hear her and my heart clenches. She’s the only one to ever call me by my real name rather than by my road name.
“Yeah, baby, I’m here. We’re going to get you out of here. Can you sit up for me?” I ask, gently.
“I don’t know.” Tears seem to choke her up as she struggles to get up.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll help you up in just a minute. Whip’s on his way in here to pick the lock,” I state, calmly.
“What do we have?” Whip asks as he steps in the room.
“Cage lock, can you get it open?” I grumble, nodding to the cage keeping me from getting to Cara.
“Yeah, not a problem,” Whip states as he kneels down in front of the door and does his thing with his pick tools. Seems like minutes when it’s mere seconds that he has the door open and I’m able to get to Cara.
Wanting to give her some modesty, I shrug out of my cut and holster, remove my shirt. Kneeling next to Cara, I gently pull it over her head, her eyes clenched closed as I do this. “I got you, baby, just hold on and we’ll get you out of here.”
“Brother, we don’t have time to waste. Shadow has the timer suspended for now but whoever made it was smart enough to set a secondary timer that will trip it if the first is tampered with. We gotta go,” Venom declares from the doorway.
“We’re coming,” I say, grabbing my holster and cut in order to put them back on. Quickly yet gently, I lift Cara into my arms and join the others in the hallway. Rushing down the hall into the main room of the building, Shadow opens the door and holds it for us to exit.