Kink's Way (16 page)

“I want the Fairview boys to head around the back,
spread out so the side and any exits are covered, and then Jagger and The
Grizzlies will head with us to get inside,” Lucien said, his voice low, and
reflecting all of his anger. “I know my boys, and me, want to take these fuckers
out hard and fast, but we need to play it safe.” Lucien glanced around, too.

“They’ve been quiet, probably hiding out for the
most part after the bombing,” Kink said, wanting nothing more than to just go
in there and start shooting. Cookie could have been in the cabin when those
heartless sons-of-bitches blew up their shit, and that thought had him curling
his hands in rage. He had left his woman at the clubhouse, tucked in his bed,
with her red hair fanned out over his pillows, and her breathing easy. He had
fucked her every which way, and claimed her so hard there was no doubt she was
his. And then she had asked if he was afraid of going out tonight. Although
this was club business, the women in the club, and the guys’ family members,
knew why they had been there, and knew what the members were going to do.

Retaliate.

“And then what?” Stinger asked and exhaled a puff of
smoke. “What the fuck then?”

“What do you mean?”
Kink asked,
not about to play these stupid little games with the biker.

Stinger took a step forward and shrugged. “I just
mean, what the fuck you boys plan on doing if they are inside?” Stinger said,
and kept his expression stoic.

“We take them out, easy as that,” Kink said just as
stoically. He had a
Glock
tucked at the small of his
back and a knife strapped to his waist. The other Brothers had guns as well,
and they were just as anxious to get this fucking going as he was. Marx and his
guys moved closer, and although the cult had started on their territory first
weeks ago, those bastards had come to River Run, and weren’t going to leave.

“We’ve been watching the perimeter for the last
twenty minutes, and there hasn’t been any movement, but we assume they are
operating at full force inside.” Lucien took out his gun, lifted the SIG Sauer,
and checked the bullets.

“And you’re sure they are the ones that bombed your
place?” Jagger asked.

Lucien put his gun in the waistband of his pants and
glared at Jagger. “
You questioning
me now, Grizzly?”
Lucien took a step closer, and Kink moved forward. Over the last week Lucien
had been acting strange as hell. But Kink just assumed it was all the crap
happening lately and the stress and pressure weighing on the club. “We have the
proof that they bought the bomb materials only days before they fucked up our
shit,
even saw the blueprints that had of the cabin they
used the explosives on.”

Jagger lifted his hands in surrender, but smirked.
“Hey, we are here to help you, not fight with you. I was just asking, but if
you say they fucked you over, then they fucked you over, man.” Jagger’s grin
widened, and the rest of The Grizzlies chuckled. “Listen, let’s just get this
done, because I want to get home and see my old lady, okay?”

Lucien exhaled and nodded. “Yeah, I think we are all
wound tight right now.”

The two Presidents spoke for a few more minutes on
the details, and Kink glanced at the warehouse once more. “Listen, you all know
that this is going to be heavy when we get in there, find them, and they
realize we are there for payback.”

“How about we quit talking about this, and tear them
apart?” Stinger asked, inhaled from his joint once more, and flicked it aside.

No one argued.

They all checked their weapons, and Marx and his men
went in first. Even from the distance Kink could see them working in perfect
formation as they moved around the sides of the building, and then disappeared
from their sight. Lucien turned and looked at Kink. “Once we get the call from
Marx that they are set then we’ll move in.”

Kink nodded. They stood still, tense, and ready for
action. Minutes passed, and then the buzzing sound coming from inside Lucien’s
cut had even the air stilling. Kink looked at Lucien, watched him accept the
call and place the phone to his ear, and then there was silence. “Hold on. I
want you to relay this to the guys.” Lucien put the phone on speaker, and Marx
started talking.

“We’re in position, and from my standpoint I can see
through a side window there appears to be one of them standing guard. It looks
like he’s packing a shotgun, maybe more, but it’s too dark, and he’s too far
for me to see exactly,” Marx said softly.

“Can you see if there are any more in the
warehouse?” Malice said in a gruff voice.

There was a moment of silence, and then Marx was
speaking again. “I can see shadows in the room the bastard is clearly guarding,
but I couldn’t give you an exact head count.”

“Okay, keep your position,” Lucien said, ended the
call, and put the cell back in his pocket. “Now, I want to be sure we are
dealing with the cult fuckers when we bust in there. Play it safe, be careful,
and only shoot the ones going after us.”

“And if there are females and children in there?”
Jagger asked.
“Because we don’t hurt women and children.”

“And you think we do?” Lucien said on a growl.

“No, but I want to make it clear that we won’t be a
part of that, and won’t allow it to happen.”

Lucien shook his head. “No worries about that. Marx
has a few guys that will get any women or children out, if they are in there.
They will be taken away from the violence.”

Jagger nodded and grunted. “Okay, good, then let’s
get this fucking moving.”

They all headed toward the front of the building
silently, stealthily. Kink, as well as the other men, all kept their gazes
moving back and forth. They were close to the front bay doors, and pressed
their bodies to the rusted and dented metal. Lucien gestured for Kink to move
forward. Kink grabbed his
Glock
and moved past the
other men. He scanned the perimeter, saw shadows pass across the roof, and
pressed his back to the wall once more. The other bikers had their guns raised,
their expressions alert, and ready for violence. Kink reached out and tried the
door that was beside him. It was stuck, but after he put some weight and
strength into it the heavy metal pushed open. He scanned the rooftop again, but
everything was silent. Either this cult was too convinced they were safe here,
and therefore didn’t need security, or they knew The Brothers and The Grizzlies
were here, and waited for them inside.

The other bikers moved behind Kink, and he took one
deep breath before slipping into the dark building.

****

Cookie was nervous as hell and had to have checked
the clock a hundred times already. The guys had only been gone an hour, but it
felt like it had been eternity. She had fallen asleep in Kink’s arms after he
thoroughly pleased her. But she had woken up alone, cold, and feeling this sick
dread in her belly. So she had gotten dressed and went into the main room,
expecting to be alone, but finding Callie, Tatum, Adrianna, and Molly out there
drinking alcohol and looking grim as hell.

They looked how Cookie felt.

Cookie contemplated going over to the bar instead of
sitting on the couch with them. She might know the women fairly well, aside
from Kink’s daughter, but she didn’t want to intrude on them. But when she
turned and headed toward the bar for a drink herself, Tatum called out.

“Cookie, come over here and take a few sips off of
this.”

She turned and stared at Tatum who held up a bottle
of
Tullamore
Irish whiskey.

Cookie wasn’t much of a drinker, but her nerves were
so shot that she needed something to help settle them. She walked over to the
women and sat down beside Molly. Tatum handed over the bottle, and without
thinking Cookie brought it to her lips and took a long drink. The liquor was
smooth and instantly warmed her, but she had never liked the taste of alcohol,
and started coughing a bit because of it. Callie reached out and took the
bottle with a smile, and then took several long pulls from it.

“Easy, girl.
Your dad would kill me if he knew I was allowing you to drink.”

Callie handed the bottle to Tatum. “No, I think he’d
be okay since I am at the clubhouse doing it. Besides,” Callie shrugged and
looked down at her bare feet. “I’m really nervous about what they are doing,
and if they will even come back.” She looked at each of them. “I mean, this is
their life, our life. I know that, and although I don’t know exactly what they
went to do, we all know they went after that cult.” Callie swallowed audibly.
“I’m worried about my dad, about the club, and about Lucien.” Callie glanced up
with just her eyes, and Cookie saw this strange expression cross the young
woman’s face after she said Lucien’s name. Callie cleared her throat, leaned
back on the couch, and tucked her feet under her bottom.

 
Cookie knew
that look well. It was one that she had covering her own face far too many
times whenever she thought about Kink.

“I’m just worried about everyone.” Callie started
twisting her hands in her lap. It was clear there was something going on with
Callie and Lucien by the way the girl acted when she just said his name. Sure,
they were all worried, but the way Callie reacted was the behavior of a woman
who worried for a man she wanted. For the man she loved. How far things went
with her and Lucien Cookie didn’t know, and maybe Callie just had a crush on
The Brothers of Menace President, but either way there was something there.

“Momma.”

The little voice came from upstairs, and Cookie
looked up to see Dakota standing there.

“Baby, you need to go to sleep.” Molly stood and
went to Dakota. She picked up the little boy and cradled him.

“Momma, I want Daddy.”

“Dakota, Daddy had to leave, and he won’t be back
until morning.” She pushed away the dark hair from his forehead. “If you go
back to sleep morning will come quicker.”

Dakota shook his head. “I want Stinger, then, Momma.
I want a story. I can’t sleep.” Dakota whined.

“Stinger isn’t here either, sweetheart. Come on,
honey, let’s go back to bed. I’ll sing you a song.”

“Twinkle, Twinkle, Momma.”

Cookie watched Molly slip down the upstairs hallway
and take Dakota to bed. What would it be like to have a little person that
relied solely on her for everything? She had never worried about any of that.
It was a frightening thought to have to care for someone other than herself,
but Cookie thought about the joys it would bring as well.

“I’ll be back.
 
Need to use the restroom.” Tatum rose and left her, Callie, and Adrianna
alone. Adrianna was quiet, probably so damn worried for Malice. Cookie reached
out and grabbed the other woman’s hand, and Adrianna glanced up and gave her a
tight smile. Cookie turned and stared at Callie, it was to see the girl staring
at her.

“So, you and my dad, huh?”
Callie said matter-of-factly and shifted on the couch to see Cookie better.

“Excuse me?” Of course she wouldn’t deny it, because
it wasn’t like she was trying to hide anything, but she also wasn’t going to
talk about this with a seventeen-year-old.

“I mean, you don’t have to say it or anything,
because it’s not my business, but I can see the way you two look at each other.
And then of course there is the talk around the clubhouse.”

Cookie stared at Callie and reached for the bottle
of Irish whiskey. “Well, you got one thing
right,
it
really isn’t your business.” She glanced at Callie and saw her smiling, and so
she did the same. “But, yeah, I guess Kink and I are…” She shrugged, now
knowing if she should put a label to it.

“You’re his old lady,” Callie said flatly. “I get it.
Everyone here does. If you’re in the biker life, and your man wants you,
that’s
what you are to him.”

Cookie nodded. “Yeah, Kink called me that, and I
want to be that with him … for him.” She took a long drink of the whiskey and
then handed it to Callie. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Callie said softly, and then took a
long swig of the liquor, too.

“You into this whole lifestyle?
You have an old man, if that’s what they’re called?”

Callie looked down and shook her head. “No, I just
graduated, will be eighteen soon, and just want to live my life.” She looked at
Cookie. “Besides, these men, the ones
that are
in the
MC…” She licked her lips. “Once you’re theirs, you’re
theirs
, if you know what I mean.”

Cookie slowly nodded. “What about Lucien?” Cookie
asked hesitantly, not knowing if she had read Callie wrong, or if she was
crossing a line.

Callie looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, and
Cookie knew it was because she’d mentioned Lucien. But before Callie could even
respond, Cookie heard her cell going off. The other girl grabbed her phone off
the table between them, saw the number, and knitted her brows.

“Hello?” Callie said after she accepted the call.
Callie was silent for several minutes, and then she pulled the phone away from
her ear, stared at it, and then let it drop to the floor.