VICE Crimson Tears MC (STANDALONE)

Chapter 12

Reaper. Hearing his name has me looking at him closer. It was definitely a biker name. Watching him, he slowly approached the mystery woman. Reaching up a hand, he grabbed her face, making her wince and me gasp. Was this?...
"I did get what I wanted. Yet my wife is less than pleased to see me," he coos.
She tries to pull away but he's not letting her go. Seeming to get a sick thrill from her resistance.
"You're Mavericks dad," I state.
Moving his eyes to me, his lips twitch in amusement as he drops his hand away.
"So you've heard of me. Tell me. What did Maverick have to say about his dear old dad?"
Clasping his hands, he rocks back on his heels. The expression his wife shoots him is nothing short of filthy.
"Nothing good. Told me about the day he beat you bloody. How you left like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. I'm sure he's wondered where you've been hiding."
Any trace of amusement flees his face. Nostril's flaring, he takes a step toward me when Wesley puts himself between us. I'm not stupid. This isn't him protecting me. He simply won't stand for anyone but him putting hands on me.
Reapers eyes narrow on him but he gets the message.
"I figured the day would come when Maverick and I had it out. He couldn't stand those days of helplessness while I put his mom Lori in her place. Just to be clear. I didn't tuck my tail, Mrs. O' Hare. No. I was bidding my time. Allowing my wife and son a pretense of freedom. In reality I've had eyes on them all these years."
Flicking my gaze to Lori, her eyes are saucers. She really had believed she was free from her bastard husbands tyranny. Until the day she'd received his wedding band in her mailbox. Reaper was one sick s.o.b.
"Was it you following us from the mall?"
I want to keep him talking. It'll keep his hands off Lori.
"Yes. I was impressed you'd sensed be before Nova or Nosedive. Why didn't you tell them?"
"I figured I was being paranoid. I haven't been in a crowd in a long time. So I dismissed it. Then Nova sensed eyes on us too."
"Why the hell were you following us anyway?" Nova asks.
"I wanted a close look at Mrs. O' Hara. See if she was actually worth going into business with her husband for."
His answer makes my stomach churn. It's become obvious to me his and Lori's relationship was far from a love match.
"What was your role in the club?"
Eyes narrowing he hasn't told me to shut the hell up yet, so my plan is still working.
"Huh. So you haven't figured that out. I was the Vice President before my son was. When the current Presidents dad died and he took over, he gave my title to my son."
"That pissed you off because that's not how it typically works. You would have been President..."
"Yes Fawn. Look at you putting the pieces together. Bravo."
So him doing this was just a fucking tantrum. Shifting my eyes to Wesley, he's spaced out. Staring off into the middle distance.
"Pres told me you've blown through the money. When Dwayne came to you with his proposition you jumped on it."
Giving a lazy shrug, he turns to face me.
"Interesting. I was under the impression club business was not to be shared with outsiders. Things sure have changed in the Crimson Tears. Haven't they Reaper?"
I don't get why he's goading him. Boredom maybe?
"Shut your mouth!" Reaper yells.
"He can do that after I'm done with my questions."
Their eyes turn on me simultaneously. I don't cower. I won't.
"What is your plan with me?"
Grinning, he walks over.
"I'm taking you far far away, wife. We'll start over. Start our family..."
There's no hiding my disgust. Pregnant with his child...no. I'd rather he shoot me dead. Seeing my revulsion earns me a sharp slap across the face.
"You are MY WIFE! You will obey ME!"
Looking into his eyes they've been dialed to crazy.
"That's just it Wesley. I haven't been your wife in a long time. How many times did you come home smelling like other women?"
It's his turn to rear back as the others watch on.
"I did because fucking you was like fucking a block of ice. You were frigid and unwelcoming to my touch. Wife."
"You're a fucking bastard and I hope the Crimson Tears riddle your body full of bullets."
Moving to slap me again, Reaper let's out a shrill whistle.
"Enough. O' Hare, you need to focus. We haven't got word from Dwayne," Reaper says.
Jaw ticking he forces himself away from me. Looking at Nova and Lori they both give small shakes of their heads. What I'd done was crazy but it'd worked. I was taking my victory.
"Call the dumbass. For all we know he got off at the wrong damn exit," Wesley says.
Had he really been convinced into this by someone so stupid?
My mind turns to Nosedive and the others. Are they okay? I'm hoping his assailant only knocked him out and wasn't ordered to finish him off. The club girls had been well ahead of me and Nova so I feel pretty certain they got to wherever it was Nova had been trying to take me. If we get out of this, there's no apology big enough in the world that I can give them. The guilt makes my chest burn.
"Damn it! He's not answering," Reaper growls.
Did Maverick and the others catch up to him? Or is he with Victor?
"Who is Victor and why do the Crimson Tears want him dead so bad?"
Tapping his phone against his leg. Reaper is debating on letting me in on this or not. Pres is intent on ending him so it won't matter if I do know.
"The Crimson Tears did business with him a long time back. Bastard got too damn greedy so the club cut ties. He's been trying to get back at the club ever since."
All three of them were the same. None of them had the capability to move on.
"We should try and get in touch with Victor?" Wesley proposes.
Taking his eyes off me, he's back to tapping at his phone.
"Victor. It's Reaper. We tried to get in touch with Dwayne. No answer. He with you?"
A pause.
"Shit!"
Call ended, his breathing turns harsh as he glares at Wesley.
"He's not with Victor and his location isn't showing anymore."
"Shit! They fucking got to him."
Looking over to Nova, she's wearing a ghost of a smile. Victor's next and I sincerely hope Pres and the others get to him before he has the chance to flee.

She's taken us out to the neglected part of the city. There were more agents waiting as I cut the engine of my bike. Climbing off we joined the others. Many of them wore shades. I didn't need to look them in the eye to know they were judging me. I didn't give a damn. I was here to get Fawn and Nova back. While hoping the opportunity to put a bullet between Wesley's eyes presented itself.
"As you all know. This is Maverick. Vice President of the Crimson Tears. We've talked and he understands he's only been allowed here on the condition he follows my orders. That being said, I need to know what we're looking at."
"We've sent someone over to get a number on Wesley's men," an agent informs.
"How long ago was that?"
"Three minutes ago, ma'am."
"Thank you. Once we have a number and their positions I'll be better able to make groups of attack. Some of you will stay back in case any try to flee. Maverick, you're to be at my side and within my sight the entire time."
Lifting her chin, I twitch at what she's waiting for.
"Yes ma'am."
"Excellent. We'll get the ball moving as soon as our agent arrives back. In the meantime I want everyone with their bulletproof vests on."
Flicking her eyes to me, I start to shake my head but it's ignored as she proceeds to the trunk of her suv. She's not giving an inch with me.
Once opened my brow kicks up at how organized she is. Opening a compartment she pulls two vests, slapping one to my chest.
"As I told you earlier VP. I won't have you jeopardizing my assignment. There's going to be enough paperwork as is."
Shutting the truck with a bit more force than necessary, we quickly strap our vests on before rejoining the others.
The agent that was sent off returns fifteen minutes later.
"What are we looking at?" Jennifer asks.
"Won't need more than six of us ma'am."
Nodding to that, she only needed four agents as we already made a pair. When those agents were decided she was given the location of Wesley's men.
Checking our firearms, we started off. My mind was split in two directions. Fawn and Nova in one, Pres and the guys in the other. Surely they had to have reached Victor by now. No chance in hell was Pres letting the bastard slip through his fingers. His days of tormenting us were over. Or we'd have every ally help to hunt his ass down.
"You with me Maverick?" Jennifer asks.
Shit. I can't afford to be unfocused right now. Fawn and Nova's lives depend on it.
"Yeah. All good."
Arriving at the gate, the agent who scoped out the area found another entrance than the front. Making our way through, Agent Monroe motions the others to their positions. Our goal is to take out Wesley's men quickly and without the use of our guns if possible. We don't want to alert Wesley that we're here.
Following on her heels, we keep our eyes peeled for any that the agent may have missed. An ambush would blow this. As we progress there's a lone van. Must be the one they brought Fawn and Nova in. It might sound extreme but I want to check it for possible explosives. Before I can tap Agent Monroe on the shoulder we come up on two of Wesley's men. Luckily for us they don't see us first.
Sharing a look, we charge at them, tackling them around the middle, we hit the ground hard. In order to take them out quietly there's really only two ways about it. Sleeper hold and pistol whipping them.
Agent Monroe goes for the sleeper hold so I decided to do the same. My guy goes out faster than hers. Going limp in my hold, I roll him away. Getting to my feet, it takes her another minutes of struggle before her guy goes out too. Shoving him away, she's breathing hard.
Offering her my hand, she takes it as I pull her to her feet.
"Good work VP."
"Same to you, Agent."
Dusting ourselves off, I mention my theory of the explosives. Chewing her lip, she looks at it.
"We can't risk checking it out. It would make too much noise. When Wesley's been taken care of, I can get a dog out here to sniff."
Good enough for me.
"Come on. I need to check on my fellow agents."
Walking at a fast clip the first two are good. Making our way to the other side, these two have just finished taking their guys out. Bent over with hands on knees, they're catching their breath.
"Everything good here?" Jennifer asks.
They lift their heads, giving her both the thumbs up.
"They've all been taken care of. Let's get to the doors," she says.
Remaining on alert, we make our way to the front. My hearts beating harder from equal parts exertion and anticipation. Agent Monroe levels me with a hoard look.
"Our agreement VP."
"Yes ma'am."