Taste of Wolves

Chapter 44

"So, where are we to meet?" Jax asked.

"Stockton at warehouse twenty-three." Quinn replied.

"Then let's get going." Jax stated.

As soon as her captor had ended the call, she let more tears fall. She was sure they weren't going to let her live. He had one guy stay behind with her while he and the rest of his cronies went out to meet the bikers. She looked over at him to see him eyeing her up. Fear rose up in her throat like bile wondering what he was going to do to her now that they were actually alone. Her wounds were still bleeding and she was beginning to feel weak. She watched in horror as he walked over to her, took the knife off the table and stuck it in her stomach on her left side. She screamed out in pain as he removed the knife and laughed at her pained screams. "That's it, bitch. Cry!" he laughed as the tears rolled down her face.

The bikers arrived twenty minutes later, they didn't bother with the speed limit, to their designated meeting location. The prospect had driven the van upon Jax's instruction because they were taking at least one person back to the cabin to extract where Wolfie was being held captive. All the bikers had large guns in their saddle bags in case they were needed. Tig stood next to Jax while Opie and Chibs stood a little further back with Quinn. Juice stood at the van with the prospect while they waited for whoever it was they were meeting to arrive. A few minutes of the bikers standing around, the sound of a few vehicles driving up through the warehouses could be heard. Two black SUV's came to a stop twenty feet from where Jax and Tig stood.

The bikers watched as the small group climbed out of their rides and strolled confidently up to where they were at. Jax looked around at all of them not recognizing them from any of their dealings. Tig was also trying to figure out where they might have crossed paths with these people who took his brother's 'ol lady from their house. Jax waited for the other man to say something as they stood there looking at each other.

"So, the blond surfer boy is the leader of this pack of misfits, huh?" The leader taunted the group of bikers.

Happy growled and rested his hand on his gun.

"Where is Wolfie?" Jax stated.

"Uh huh. You agree to what I want and then I tell you how to find her." He stated as he looked over to where Quinn was balling his fists, "Cute little thing she was, too."

Quinn was afraid she was already dead and that infuriated him. Opie and Chibs both had to hold him back from going after the cocky bastard.

"What do you want?" Jax inquired.

"We want to sell our drugs in Charming just like we do in Stockton and Modesto. You lot are standing in the way of my profits." The leader replied.

"You're dealing death to kids. We don't take too kindly to that." Jax retorted.

"Then I guess that pretty little thing will remain with me until you change your mind." The leader grinned as he stared at Quinn.

"You touch a 'air on that lass' 'ead, and we'll kill you." Chibs shot back.

"Ahh, too late. I had to get information out of her but the little stubborn thing never cooperated with me." The leader shrugged.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, where is she?" Jax got a bit more forceful.

"Agree to let me sell my drugs and I'll even take you to her." The leader grinned at the blond.

"We do not allow any drugs to be sold in or around Charming. Period." Jax exclaimed making the leader shake his head and shout to his people to get back in the vehicle.

Quinn was wiggling in the grasp of Opie and Chibs not wanting these guys to leave without telling him where his 'ol lady was located. He was angry at Jax for letting them into their vehicles. Suddenly Jax shouted to get to it. The bikers took out the big guns and began shooting at the two SUV's. Tig aimed for the tires, Jax aimed for the radiator, while everyone else aimed for the passengers. Quinn needed one of them to be alive so Happy could get them to tell him where his 'ol lady was located. One vehicle crashed into a warehouse and one guy stumbled out holding his side.