Turning to face Baby, Uncle Brace and other brothers, Dad tells them to secure them so they can’t move or speak while the rest of us check out upstairs.
“And get rid of the whores.” Grim orders, looking over the sobbing naked women bunched in the corner.
As the last word comes from Dad’s mouth, I hear a high pitch scream and my body freezes.
“Tasha.” I breathe and run up the stairs as fast as I can.
I can hear Prez demanding me to stay calm but I can’t. That was my woman, I know that for certain. I sense Grim close by, if Natasha is here then Lauren is too. I hope so badly that they’re ok.
Two men come out of nowhere and block our way. Grim takes one whilst I fight the other. It’s tricky to do this on some fucking stairs but Grim and I over power them and they tumble down to the bottom of the stairs.
“I got you brother.” Grim nods before we continue further up the stairs.
This is a large house, so these stairs are a grand feature. Not that the Devils cared for that with the shit lying around. As we reach the top, all I see is doors lining across the hall but I hear a laugh come from my left, I’m pretty sure that was Savage.
“That was Savage.” Grim growls.
We slowly walk towards the door, Scrappy and Dad following behind and when we reach the door on the end I put my ear to it and I hear Savage talking.
“You belong to me now Natasha.” As soon as I hear that I’m pissed.
I kick open the door and see Savage standing over Natasha. She looks a mess, but I can’t focus on that right now. I need to see to the man standing over her.
“Like fuck does she belong to you!” I roar.
Savage’s eyes widen as he looks us over. “What are you doing here?”
“Devlin.” Gasps Tasha as she looks me over.
“Shut the fuck up.” Savage shouts down to her and I see red.
I lunge toward Savage and tackle him to the floor. I land punch after punch on his face, feeling pleasure when I see his blood erupting from his face. I don’t stop and Savage tries his best to roll over and get me off him but it’s no use. I have the upper hand and I’m fuelled with a consuming rage. How dare he fucking touch my woman and claim she’s his!
“No fucking way!” I scream and hit him harder.
Savage isn’t fighting any more, in fact his head has flopped to the side. I fight of my brothers when they try to stop me but I need this. I want to get this out. The anger that I’ve been holding in and there’s only one person that manages to stop me.
“Dev.” Her voice comes out small and my hands automatically pause.
I look toward Natasha and I crumble inside. Her face has blood smeared all over, her lip is bust and she’s in her fucking underwear. If I wasn’t so concerned about her I would carry on beating the shit out of Savage. He’s a dirty fucking rat that needs to be taught a lesson, but Natasha means more to me so I get off of Savage and crawl over to her.
“Baby.” I croak, wanting to cradle her face but too scared to touch her. “Who did this?”
“Strike.” She says, as a tear slides her face.
“He’s dead now.” I let her know and I see the relief on her face.
“Savage did his bit too.” She adds and Scrappy gives Savage a kick in response.
“Where’s Lauren?” Grim kneels down beside her as I wrap her in the sheet from the bed.
I see his eyes as he looks over Natasha, he prays that he doesn’t find her looking the same and I don’t blame him. If I were in his shoes, I would be hoping the same.
Natasha looks over to him. “She’s asleep in the room down the hall. She won’t wake up Grim. Believe me, I escaped Savage and tried to wake her up but she wouldn’t wake up.”
Natasha cries and I go to hold her but Grim beats me to it. He kisses her on the forehead before racing out the door. Baby follows him out and Scrappy secures Savage on the floor as my Dad enters. He looks sickened at the sight of Natasha but with one look I let him know that I don’t want him to say anything until we have her back at the clubhouse.
With her body covered with the sheet I pick her up as gently as possible to not hurt her any more. I carry Natasha out the room and down the stairs ignoring the horror in her eyes as she scans the area around us. I want nothing more than to hold her closer and cherish that I have her back but I can’t do that until she’s home. I can’t relax until I have her away from this shit hole.
“Are you able to ride the back of my bike?” I ask Natasha as we reach my bike outside.
“Yes.” She nods, but I don’t think she can.
I hear movement from inside the house, quickly standing in front of Natasha with my gun aimed high I relax when I see that it’s Grim. However, he’s holding an unconscious Lauren. Dread spreads and Natasha peaks from behind me.
“We need a car.” Grim orders, facing Dad. “Get someone here with a car now.”
Without a question, Dad gets on the phone and orders whoever is on the other side to get here with a car and fast. So while we wait I try my best to keep Natasha warm and calm.
“Is Lauren ok?” She asks me, looking over to her best friend.
“She’s still knocked out.” I reply as I hold her in my arms.
Thankfully, the headlights of a car drives towards us and I breathe a little sigh of relief. I’m not happy yet and I won’t be until I get Natasha out of here.
“I’ll see you soon.” I tell Natasha as we walk towards the car.
“Why? I’m riding with you.” She frowns.
“No baby, you’re going in the car with Lauren.” I open the car door and guide her in. “You need to look after her, I’ll see you very soon.”
I kiss her on the forehead because her lip looks pretty bad and she gets into the back of the car. Her eyes forever watching me. As Grim lays Lauren in after her, resting her head on Natasha’s lap, I watch the men throw Savage into the back of our van that Spliff has driven.
I can’t wait to finish the fucker off.
I follow the car that Natasha and Lauren are in, Grim is beside me and the rest of our club behind us. Even Dad is behind us, we aren’t following the standard positions because he knew Grim and I would want to be as close to the girls as possible.
I didn’t tell Natasha where we were going, she probably thinks we’re taking her to the clubhouse. The truth is, they both need to go to the hospital. If it was any of the brothers, they would probably be looked over by College, our very own doctor. I want them to be cared for properly and have the best equipment to patch them up, however much they need to be.
We wave goodbye to most of the brothers and Spliff driving the van with Savage inside, when we pass the turn for the clubhouse, it’s not the best idea for so many of us to turn up on our bikes with two injured women. We could be the best behaved men in the world and people would still judge us by our looks. Between the bikes, leather, beards and tattoos, they take one look at us and decide we’re trouble.
Following the car inside the hospital grounds, I see Natasha turn around in the back of the car to look at me. Probably working out for herself what’s really happened. I’m fully expecting her to kick off when I help her out the car, but she surprises me and settles into my arms as I carry her inside. Grim is behind me, holding a still sleeping Lauren.
“I love you.” Whispers Natasha.
I kiss her forehead. “Love you too baby.”
“What are you going to tell them?” She asks, sounding worried for us all.
“Don’t worry about that.” I whisper as burses approach us in a rushed panic.
“What’s happened?” One of the nurses asks us as they look over Lauren and Natasha.
“These are our partners and we found them like this in an old house.” Grim replies.
As a bed and wheelchair are rolled over for the girls, the nurse who asked the question frowns at us.