The Biker's Sparrow

Chapter Twelve

******Sparrow

"I think I need counseling." I sat in Avery's office and she chuckled at me.

"You don't need counseling," Avery stood. "You just need to get rid of the stressors in your life."

"You do know that Sniper is a huge stressor, right?" I shook my head and Avery sighed.

"I don't mean him." Harper walked in, sitting next to me. We're going to lunch together today. "I mean your father and brother. I know you love them, Sparrow, but they aren't helping you. And if anyone needs counseling, it's Sniper. Have you talked to him about it?"

"Yea, no." I stood, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"Sparrow," Avery sighed. "Sniper needs help."

"I know," I sighed. "I'll talk to him, I promise."

Warning: Violence
******Sniper

I walked into the garage where a man with a denim vest hung from the ceiling. "Wake up," I threw a bucket of cold water on him and he shook awake. "That's better," I picked up the crow bar that laid on the bench. "Now, before I can really do anything I need to know, how did you and your friend get back into town?"

"Bite me," he hissed and I shook my head. I pulled the crow bar back and swung, hearing a cracking sound as the metal made contact with his ribs.

"Want to rethink your answer?" Slasher and Pierce walked in, leaning against the wall to the garage.

"Not really," he spit out blood and I was beginning to lose my patience. "And if you want to beat anyone go talk to the FBI agent."

"What are you talking about?" Pierce asked, bringing a chair over and sitting across from the man.

"We don't give a damn about some bitch, but money is money." He gave a sickening chuckle then groaned, his ribs making it hard for him to breath.

"How about you stop rambling and actually tell us what you're talking about?" Slasher asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"We weren't going to hurt her that bad," he wheezed. "No matter what she looks like. I bet she's a feisty one in bed." I swung the crowbar again, the man groaned.

"Sniper," Pierce warned, looking at me as Slasher stopped me from swinging the crowbar again.

"I guess we know who she belongs to." The man shook his head, a wicked grin on his face again. "The old man just wanted us to scare her, scare her enough to leave Nevada and go back to D.C. We just didn't expect her to fight back, she's good with a gun for such a small girl."

"Hold on," I shook my head. "You're telling me that FBI Agent Charlie Williams paid you to break into her house and rough her up a little?"

"Yea," the man lifted his head at us. "He was gonna pay us and pin a lot of what we do on you guys. Especially you, Sniper, right? He doesn't like you at all."

"That son of a bitch," I was beyond pissed. I didn't care now that he was Sparrow's father. I wanted that fucker dead, I wanted him buried six feet under. "I gotta go find, Sparrow. You know this ain't over."

"Go," Pierce pulled out the gun from his jeans. "We'll deal with him and find out how he got across the border." I wiped my hands before walking to my bike, trying to dial Sparrow who wasn't picking up.

"Damn it, Birdy, call me back." I revved my engine, going to where she worked first.

******Sparrow

"You sure you don't want to take that call?" Avery asked as we walked out of the small cafe we had lunch in.

"Yea," I tucked my phone into my jean pocket. "Sniper's on business and he's probably just calling to try and boss me around."

"He just wants you safe, Sparrow." Harper sighed as her phone rang and Avery's did too. "Hey, Pierce, what's..." Harper went pale and gripped my arm.

"We have to go back into the cafe." Avery and Harper pulled me towards the cafe when a black van rolled up, three big men with denim cuts jumping out. They pulled out guns, point them at all three of us.

"Get in the van or we shoot them." Øne said, a sneer in his voice.

"Sparrow," Avery gripped my arm tightly but I shook it off.

"Leave them alone," I held my hands in surrender, giving Harper and Avery a small smile. "It'll be fine. I promise." The man that spoke grabbed my arm, throwing me in the back of the van as we drove off. "Let me ask, do Venom's Creed find it amusing to get their asses kicked my The Hellhounds MC every time?"

"Shut up, bitch." The man slapped me across the face and I groaned, blinking away the pain. "Soon enough The Hellhounds MC will have to worry about prison not you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked and they laughed, shaking their heads.

"You'll find out soon enough. He asked us not to say anything to you." The driver laughed, it made a sickening feeling sink into my bones.

"Who said that?" I tried looking out the tinted windows, trying to figure out where we were going.

"You'll find out once we get to the airport." I looked at the guy who held a gun in his hand.

"Why the airport?" I moved back farther from them and closer to the double doors. "Where am I going?"

"You ask a lot of fucking questions," one guy shook his head, not paying attention as I grabbed his gun and held it to him.

"And you guys should do a better job at kidnapping people." The driver came to a holy and I used the force to kick open the back door. The desert surrounded us and I could steady feel the heat from where I sat.

"Where are you gonna go, uh?" The driver asked as he pointed his gun back at me. "You're in the middle of the desert. You're from the city, you don't know these lands."

"How do you know where I'm from? You don't know me?" One of the guys shifted and I pointed my gun at him. "Don't move."

"We aren't gonna hurt you." The driver said, placing his gun down. "You're father won't like that this bozo hit you but hopefully he'll understand."

"My father..?" I felt the gun start to drop and one of the guys grabbed it.

"Yea, that's why we're going to the airport." They pulled me back into the van, "He wants to talk to you there."