Whiskey's Second Chance

44: Tic-Tock

Whiskey POV

Fifteen hours. Kayla went missing fifteen hours ago and since the phone call, it has been radio silent, which concerns me even more. By now I had deep cleaned my bathroom, room, the kitchen, and I was working in the living room. Every hour I pestered Hawk and Killer, wanting any morsel of information they could give me, but after the sixth time they both told me they would find me when they had something.

After cleaning the entire first floor of the club, I went back to the kitchen to find something to cook. I wanted to keep distracting myself from the current situation, but as I stared into the bare fridge, my dark thoughts creeped in and I couldn't have that. Not now.

Closing the fridge door, I pulled out my phone and found an old voicemail from Kayla and played it over, and over, and over again, till all I could hear was her voice. The need to find her overrides everything else I may need because Kayla is what I need. She brings me a peace and stability I've never felt before and to feel myself slipping again scares me.

I gave up trying to find something to cook and headed upstairs, deciding to take things into my own hands. Pulling out my laptop, I started going to work, contacting anyone I could think of for information and asking them to keep their eyes open. Those who responded were said they would help and start asking around as well. Knowing that there were more people looking for her lessened my anxiety, but it didn't disappear.

By hour Twenty I gave up and headed straight to Killer's office, but he wasn't there. I didn't bother knocking on Hawk's door and I found both Killer and Hawk staring intensely at the computer monitor. Coming around, I saw the video they were playing on a loop. It was grainy as fuck, and all I could make out was a van pulling up to a private plane and four people getting on. They never showed their faces to the camera, and it was too grainy to make them out, but I thought one of them was Razor.

"Please tell me you can clean this shit up," I asked.

Hawk looked at me like I was the asshole who doubted his capabilities. I held up my hands in surrender. "A guy can hope."

"We rendered it down several times, and this is as good as it's going to get. We can't make out any features, but our best bet is that this one right here," Killer said, pointing, "is Razor."

I agreed, but knowing Razor is the one who took Kayla did not help my nerves in the slightest. If Razor and Slasher have my girl, there is no way they are going to let her walk away alive, and the thought of Kayla dying made me sick. The Disciples are notorious for killing their enemies, including women and children. Suddenly my biggest fear was coming true, and I didn't know how to react.

"We need a plan," I stated, afraid to say anything else.

Hawk typed away at his computer while Killer called an emergency meeting to share the new information and make a plan. Considering it was 3 a.m. everyone was present and ready to help in any way possible. Killer shared the information and asked the brothers for ideas and if anyone had any inside contacts with the Disciples who we could trust. But none of us could say with confidence we trusted any remotely associated with them.

Shotgun offered to run a team down to their club and scope it out, but we all agreed they would be on high alert and it wasn't worth the risk. Blade offered to hire outside of our club to infiltrate them, but as Killer pointed out they would have no allegiance to us and could turn against us in the end. We all went back and forth for over an hour with intermittent updates from Hawk, which wasn't much help. Looking across the table, I saw two empty chairs and wished Ace and Tiger were here. Tiger would know what to say.

Thankfully, Killer saw my wandering eyes and understood my silent wish. "Blade, I know you want Ginger to be as relaxed as possible since she is due soon, but we could use her help, brother. Would you be willing to let her help us with just ideas?" Killer cautiously asked.

Ginger is a week away from her due date and an emotional wreck. Yesterday she ripped Bear a new one because he gave her too small of a piece of cake and assumed it was because he thought she was fat. Bear quickly remedied the situation, but by then, it was too late. The waterworks started and didn't stop for over an hour. Asking Ginger for help could expose all of us to an explosion of emotions from her, but it may be worth whatever she throws at us.

Blade groaned, knowing damn well what this meant for all of us, but especially him. "Fine. BUT I will ask her all the questions and if I feel like we need to stop and leave, then we will and I will blame you all if necessary," he threatened, and left to get Ginger. We all know if this didn't go well, this would be the end of our lives for a very long time.

Blade entered minutes later with a very pregnant Ginger who sat in his place at the table. As Blade explained the Devil's Disciples took Kayla, and we think we knew where they were keeping her, Ginger was clearly enraged.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" she shouted. "You've known for two days and you have the audacity to keep this from me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I understand honey, but you're-"

"If you tell me it's because it's because I'm fucking pregnant, I will cut your balls off right here, right now. Choose your next words carefully, Blade. Very, very carefully," she hissed.

Turning to Killer, who seemed to pale significantly, she asked him, "What do you need from me?"

Killer glanced at Blade, who gave him the go ahead. "Since Tiger isn't here, we need a woman's perspective. What would you do in this situation? Everything we have discussed isn't really an option."

"You go get your fucking woman!" she exclaimed, staring at me. "I don't care if you go in there blind, you go fight for your girl and do whatever it takes. No one sat here and questioned running in the fire for Tiger, you just went. So what is the difference now?"

Ginger made a point. When Tiger went missing we went in, guns blazing, as soon as we knew where they were keeping her we left. No questions asked. But now with Kayla, we hesitated, and that didn't sit well with me. Technically, Kayla isn't my old lady, but neither was Tiger when we went after her.

Looking at Killer, I knew what I needed to do, and what I wanted my brothers to do, but ultimately it was his decision. Standing up, I looked at everyone and said, "I understand Kayla isn't my old lady and we owe her nothing, but I am going after my girl and I want the club's support. Ginger is right. We fight for what is right, and right now Kayla is with our enemies because of us, and I think we owe it to her to help her."

Everyone took a moment to weigh their options. Yes, as a member, you support a greater cause, but we also make our own decisions. Especially when it involves someone outside of the club. Ginger was the first to slam her fist on the table, showing her sign of support, even though she wasn't a member. One-by-one fists hit the table until the only one left was Killer, whose opinion I valued the most.

"Enough of this staring bullshit. Slam your fist on the table and let's go to work!" Ginger exclaimed. Blade hid his face in embarrassment, but we all knew he was proud of her, because Tiger would've said the same thing.

Killer slammed his fist on the table, and we went to work.

I'm coming for you, love.