Maybe I should have, but I don’t want her to overthink. If she knows about where we’re going and why, she’ll worry herself into a fucking tizzy. It’s better to leave her in the kitchen where she’s helping Patsy and Vera cook dinner. I’m sure Opal is in the mix somewhere there as well, but, hopefully, she’s just drinking a glass of wine while overseeing everything.
Since the hotel is roadside, we don’t bother trying to hide the roar of our pipes when we pull up. I highly doubt that he’s expecting Graycie to have a motorcycle club at her back. He expects to find a terrified woman who doesn’t try to make too much noise or draw attention to herself.
That version of Graycie is the one that piece of shit created, one he molded, one which only exists because he abused her into submission.
I crack my knuckles as I follow closely behind Ryker as he flanks the door. Playboy strolls up with the key card in his hand and a maniacal smile on his face. The man lives for this kind of shit, and he hasn’t had nearly enough action lately.
None of us hope for chaos, but Playboy thrives in it. Even more so if there is blood and violence involved.
I can only shake my head and focus on the handle, every heartbeat feeling like an eternity. Ryker makes eye contact witheach of us before nodding at Playboy who reaches over and unlocks the door.
Sylvester is lounging back on the bed in a pair of boxers. The television is on and the remote is resting on his stomach when we rush in. He sits up and it falls off the edge of the bed and clatters to the floor.
His mouth opens, probably to protest our presence, but he doesn’t get the chance. Playboy is there and sucker punches the man right in the temple. The way he crumples onto the bed, without even getting a chance to put one foot down, is almost comical.
I freeze right along with Ryker and Sidewinder. We slowly turn our attention toward Playboy who is standing at the edge of the bed with his hands on his hips. He’s looking down at the unconscious man we came to grab.
“Well,” he drawls, “that was fucking anti-climactic.”
A startled and hysterical laugh comes out of me as I look between my brother and the man who terrorized my woman and took pleasure in it. We all turn when Warden steps into the doorway.
Dad’s eyes sweep over the scene before he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I guess it’s one way to deal with the problem.” He eyes the man on the bed thoughtfully. “I think I can just haul him over my shoulder, but let’s get him tied up first, ya?”
Playboy chuckles, the sound wrapping around us like sinister smoke, as he pulls some zip ties out of his pocket. The man fucking whistles a tune as he gets limp dick secured.
When he’s done, he steps back and brushes his hands together like what he just did is all in a day’s work. For him, it is.
Warden steps up then, his face a stoic mask. He lets out a low grunt as he flops the dead weight over his shoulder and turns back toward the door. Sidewinder collects everything Sylvester has strewn around the room before stuffing it back in his bag.
“You’d think the man is just on vacation,” the words slip past my lips filled with disbelief.
Ryker lets out a pained sigh. “To him, it probably is a vacation. Just one with more purpose than relaxing.”
My fists clench at my sides as a dull thud from outside has my attention snapping in that direction. Looking through the doorframe, Warden stands up to his full height while Sylvester is laid out in the back of the van, which is pulled in ass end toward the hotel.
The doors being slammed shut are loud in the room. Even though it felt almost too easy, I’m not worried about something going wrong. Now we have him in our clutches, and he won’t be leaving the compound alive.
No, he’s going to die by my hands.
I’m looking forward to it.
We’re headed back toward the clubhouse, surrounding the van the entire way, in almost no time at all. When we pull in, I stop and walk my bike back into its place while the van is pulled around to one of the loading docks on the side of the warehouse.
Sylvester will find himself in our wet room where he’ll be strapped to a chair. At least he won’t be shocked to find himself in only boxers whenever he comes back around since it was his outfit of choice. Little did he know he’d be snatched from his hotel.
I almost chuckle at the thought, ridiculous as it is, but the need to see my woman, to lay eyes on her, as me practically rushing inside. When I step into the kitchen area, she’s there at the large island putting a dish in place while looking at Mom. She’s laughing at something one of the women has said.
Seeing her, especially laughing, eases some of the tension in my chest. Not all of it though. That won’t happen until I watch dick for brains take his last breath.
As if she can feel my eyes on her, Graycie turns in my direction. Her face lights up with a huge smile, and my heartbeat slows slightly at the sight of her.
She’s here.
She’s safe.
I don’t know what she sees on my face, but her eyebrows pull together in concern. She steps away from the large island and walks straight to me without stopping. I think my sister groans something about us being gross or not needing to see whatever is about to happen, but Mom shushes her.
“What’s wrong, Turner?” She studies my face as she asks the question.