Envy (20 page)

Most of the brothers are eating dinner cooked for them by Laura and June. They’re filling their bellies before they go hunting for Strike and rescue Natasha but I have to get there before they do. If what he said to Drew was true, then they will be shot as soon as they show their faces. Now is the best chance I will have.

I’ve rung a taxi and it will be waiting for me five minutes away from the clubhouse gates. Drew is going to help me distract the men outside so I can slip through without them noticing.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Drew asks me as we peak outside.

“I have no choice.” I answer and Drew pulls me into her arms.

“I love you.” She whispers. “Grim is going to kill me.”

“Tell him I chose do to this.” I urge. “I left him a letter explaining everything.”

“He won’t care Lauren, you’re his life and I’m letting you go.” She panics.

After one last cuddle, it’s time to make my move. I run towards the side of the clubhouse, right into the shadows where hopefully nobody can see me.

“Food service!” Shouts Drew from the doors.

The two men guarding the gate tonight turn to look at her. “Drew? What are you doing?”

“My mum sent me out to give you some food!” She shouts. “I’m not allowed out there, so you will have to come to me!”

Without another word, the men quickly make their way to Drew and I run for it. I don’t look back as I get closer to the gate. Trying to be as silent as can be. I can’t believe my luck when I actually reach the gates and turn back to see Drew handing the guys some simple sandwiches. I pull on the gate, scared that the slightest sound will alert the men of my presence. Giving one last look to the clubhouse, I squeeze through the smallest gap and run down the road. It’s dark outside, so I use the shadows to my advantage. I soon find the taxi waiting for me and he looks at me oddly when I get in, out of breath.

“Protective brother.” Is all I can come up with.

The taxi driver gives me a sympathetic look and turns to drive away. “So where to young lady?”

I read the address out that’s on the piece of paper and when I do, I see the driver frowning in the reflection of the mirror.

“No wonder you’re sneaking around.” His comment makes me wary as to where I’m walking in to.

Thankfully, the rest of the drive is quiet, but that means that I’m consumed with guilt for leaving Brandon. I wonder if he’s read my letter yet. I hope not because that wouldn’t leave me with much time. I need to get Strike away from the location as soon as I possibly can. I don’t want Brandon and the rest of the club turning up while Strike is still there. If he’s threatening to shoot any members that turn up is true, then I need to leave with Strike as soon as I get there.

I become very concerned when we leave the main road and find ourselves driving down a dirt road. It’s pitch black around here, no sign of anyone and the only light shining our way are the headlights from the taxi.

“Ok, here we are.” The diver announces and I hand over the cash.

I warily step out and come face to face with a barn type building. It’s huge and looks as if it’s two stories high. Huge wooden double doors are situated in the middle, one them slightly open and looks to be my only way in. The taxi backs down the muddy road and I’m left alone.

“Well don’t keep me waiting.” I freeze when I hear Andrew’s voice come from inside the run down barn.

What the fuck is he doing here?

I cautiously step through the large wooden doors, creaking as I push them open to let some moon light shine through. Inside, this place is huge and looks like it was some sort of garage once upon a time. I spot some stairs leading upwards but it’s too dark to see exactly where and right in the middle of the space, facing me with a smug look, is my ex.

“Well hello Andrew.” I greet with fake kindness.

He laughs. “Well don’t you look like the club bitch.”

This annoys me but I try not to show it. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I would say hello first.” He steps closer and I see a knife shine from his pocket. “You know, you have me to thank for your life.”

“Oh really?” I laugh. “And why is that?”

“If it wasn’t for me taking you to The Devils, you never would have found The Kings or Grim.”

I can’t help but laugh. “So I have you to thank for me being raped and tortured, good to know.”

He frowns at me and in that brief second, I don’t see Switch, it’s Andrew.

“The only thing I have you to thank for is being a shit fuck with a tiny cock.” I laugh and he tenses. “I wouldn’t have had the need to find pleasure in other men, many men in fact and most were friends of yours!” I laugh.

“Shut the fuck up Lauren.” Andrew sneers.

“What’s wrong?” I taunt. “Don’t like hearing the truth.”

“I will put an end to your new friends.” He threatens.

Ignoring him, I step closer to him. “Want to hear some more truths Andrew? It was me who killed your uncle.”

His eyes widen at hearing that I killed Demon.

“That’s right.” I smile with glee. “I killed Demon. Loved it actually.”

He finally makes a move, lunging towards me but thankfully for my self-defence lessons I know just what to do. I quickly step to the side, right at the last second and reach for his arm closet to me and throw him to the floor. Using his own body weight against him. I go to kick him as he crashes down, but Andrew grabs my foot and pulls me down. With a scream I land on my back and Andrew tries to get on top of me but I kick him off. My foot knocks the wind out of him and as he catches his breath, I land as many punches as I possibly can. Unfortunately, Andrew’s hits are harder than mine and when he lands a punch on my face, I fall back.

My face badly hurts and I curl into a ball covering my bloody face. Andrew laughs as I hear him stand over me. I need to do this quickly, I need to find Strike and get the both if us out of here before Brandon turns up. I can’t have The Kings of Rebellion arriving whilst The Devils could be lurking.

Andrew grabs me, pulling me up to face him and looks at the blood covering my face with pride. “I didn’t realise how pretty blood made you.”

My hands clench around the object in my hand as I stare at him.

“I’m going to enjoy ending your new friends Lauren.” Andrew laughs in my face. “Especially your new fuck.”

“Jealous?” I tease.

“Of Grim?” He asks. “No!”

“Of course not.” I mimic.

“You fucking bitch! You’re only a fuck to him, do you really think he wants you?” Jealousy pours from him and it’s kind of sad really.

“I’m his Old Lady.” I simply answer and his eyes widen just a little.
Did he not know?

One of the most loyal rules of MCs, if you hurt someone’s Old Lady, her Old Man can hurt you however he likes. It’s up to her biker how to punish you and everyone knows how Brandon likes to toy with people. He isn’t named after the Grim Reaper for nothing.

“I’m going to kill him and every last member of The Kings. When the men are gone, the women are next.” He gleams. “Who are your friends? I can give them a message from you.”

At that I plunge the knife into his stomach and Andrew steps back, clutching his bloody belly. He looks shocked and he should be, he didn’t realise that I had a knife. Stupid boy.

“What have you done?” He asks.

“Payback.” I simply answer, slowly walking towards him. “For everything you did to me.”

Such an idiot to think that when he punched me, I was that hurt I curled up in a ball from pain. No, I was secretly reaching for knife that I hid in my boot. I know Andrew also has a knife of his own, so before he can think to get it, I make sure to run at him and stab my knife into his flesh again.

Andrew falls to the floor, screaming from the pain. Such a pussy. I walk over to him, showing him the blood all over my knife.

“I was thinking that you could deliver a message for me instead.” I crouch beside him. “Tell Demon I said hi.”

I straddle Andrew, and this causes him more pain but he can’t shove me off because whenever he moves it causes him to scream. He’s already becoming pale from the blood loss.

Looking him straight in the eye, I hold my knife above him in both hands and bring it down on him. Over and over I stab, losing myself in the rhythm until one of my hits sinks into his neck and blood leaks everywhere.

I stare down at him. Andrew is dead, was probably dead before I even struck his neck. I got far too carried away there.

Exhausted, I fall to the floor in a bloody mess. My chest quickly rising and falling from panting so hard. Wow, killing takes it out of you. I should be shocked at myself but honestly I’m not and I’d be lying if I said that doesn’t scare me. Of course it does, I just killed someone but do I feel guilty or bad about killing Andrew?

No.

I’m glad the bastard is dead. Look at what he did to me!

A clapping sound suddenly breaks the silence and I tense from my lying position on the floor.

“Well!” Comes a voice I recognise. “That was a great show!”

I slowly sit up and see Savage, the president of The Kings of Rebellion US charter! Seeing his familiar face, I jump up and rush towards him.

“Savage!” I laugh. “What are you doing here?”

“Right place, right time I guess.” He shrugs and panic settles in.

“You have to go!” I shove him. “Strike should be meeting me here.”

“Strike?” He asks.

“Yeah, to help save Natasha. He has her and Strike said that if any Kings member comes he will shoot them dead.” I look up at him with wide eyes.
Why isn’t he moving?

“And I’m glad you did as he asked.” Savage smiles.

Something is off here. I suddenly don’t feel safe alone with Savage. I remember how he spoke to me when we were staying at his clubhouse. He wanted me to stay with him and I remember he wasn’t very nice about it either.

I step back, but Savage reaches out and grabs both my arms. “Now I have what I deserve.”

“What?” I ask.

My head is spinning with the shock of everything.

“Don’t you remember how much I wanted you Lauren?” He asks me. “From the minute I saw you, I knew you would be the perfect Old Lady for me and after watching you kill Switch, you have confirmed it.”

“I’m Grim’s Old Lady.” I tell him. “Nobody else’s, I told you before!”

“I know what you said but honestly I don’t give a shit. I want you and that’s all that matters.” He shrugs.

“Why are you doing this?” I frown up at him.

“The Kings are a joke!” He shouts. “The Devils know what being an MC is all about. They’re the club for me and now, you will join me.”

“No!” I scream, trying to pull away from him.

He doesn’t really want me. I’m guessing he just wants to piss the club off before he takes over as The Devils President.

My struggles are useless though. Savage is too strong!

Just then I hear the rumble of a bike and a single headlight. Could this be Brandon? He wouldn’t come alone though would he?

I’m wrong though because it’s Strike who walks into the barn. His eyes widen as he sees a dead Switch lying on the floor.

“Who did this?” He asks, pointing down to him.