Comp's Chance

“No, but butter knives are dull and will hurt like a bitch. I imagine forks would feel the same.” Halle grins before finding what she’s looking for and dumping the silverware at our feet.

“The only thing missing is some drinks,” Piper says, bending for a steak knife.

“Look what I just found!” Halle singsongs, pulling a bottle of fireball from the cabinet.

We all look at each other before throwing our hands in the air and screaming, “Shots!”

I understand a little bit more why Nix chose this life of violence. Protecting the innocent and removing the utter trash from this world is addicting… and I think I have a problem. I’m an addict.

Twenty-Seven

COMP

“She went after Jason? Alone?” I ask my brothers as I stand in church, reading over the note Sunny left.

“I guess she didn’t see any other way. Every move we’ve made against this fucker has only sent us back,” Hitter says.

“I’m going after her,” I say, getting up from the table. I wanted to storm out of here the minute I heard she was gone, but I had to console Paisley and promise her we would get her momma back before she would calm down. Then, the men wanted to make a plan. I’m done fucking waiting.

“We need a plan,” Swift says, but I’m not listening. I’m out of my chair and opening the closed door before I turn around.

“Sunny left to take on one of the most powerful families in the state of Alabama. She’s gone without backup. If it was your women, what would you do?” I ask, then realize I saw none of the Ol’ Ladies around the club when I got back. Becky was here, but none of the other women.

“Where are your women?” I ask, and it’s like a switch in Hitter, Loki, and Swift.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

“I’m going to spank her ass.”

All three men jump from their seats to follow me.

“Oh, what happened to we need a plan, we need to wait, and plan shit out?” I ask, mocking their tones.

“Fuck off,” Swift says, pushing my shoulder as we all race toward our bikes. Swift is calling out orders and making sure the prospects are following behind in the van just in case we need some cleanup.

“Comp, are you sure she would go straight to Jason’s house?” Swift asks, and I nod. That’s the only place I can think of.

“Fuck, when are we going to put fucking trackers on these women?” Loki asks. Hitter looks at us and then repeats his earlier ‘Fuck.’

“I have one on Izzy. I should have fucking checked it. We’ve gotten comfortable lately with all the women staying close to the compound,” he says, pulling out his phone and quickly checking the location. “Looks like they are only an hour out, but they are definitely headed to Alabama.”

“Fuck, let’s roll,” Swift says, swinging his leg over his bike as the rest of us follow.

It’s a four-hour fucking trip. Four hours that really should have been five, but fuck speed limits. Four hours to sit on my bike and worry about what could be happening to my woman. Wondering if her fucking ex has laid a hand on her. Wondering if she’s dead or hurt. It’s fucking torture. This woman means more to me than life itself. I can’t live in a world without her. I can’t let Paisley live in a world without her momma. Fuck, what am I going to tell my baby girl if I can’t bring Sunny back? No, that’s not a fucking option.

We all press our bikes nearly as hard as they can go, but it still seems like it takes for-fucking-ever before we pull through Sunny’s hometown. I turn and look at Loki, knowing he’s scoping out the place and that his sister is from somewhere inthis town. Maybe once all this is over, he will get to spend a little time with her.

I’ve studied this town for months, making sure I know every street, the ins and outs. I wanted to ensure if the brothers and I were forced here, we were familiar with the area, so I’m not surprised when Swift waves his hand for me to take the lead. I do so and drive down a dark country road. I pull us into a tiny hidden alcove someone must use for hunting. The trail leads into a small circle that’s hidden from the woods by the trees. I park and shut off my bike before walking toward my Prez.

“Jason’s neighborhood is only a mile down the road. A small road leads behind the subdivision. If we make our way through the woods in the back, we can come up behind the house with no one ever seeing us,” I tell the men. They nod before pulling out their weapons and checking the chambers and the magazines.

“Comp, you will take point on this one just until we get to the back door. Once we’re inside, keep your eyes open and ears out. Watch your shot. If any of you fuckers even point your weapon at my woman, I’ll slice your throat before you can take another breath.” Swift tells the men.

“I’ll beat your face in until your brain has painted the floor like Picasso,” Hitter tacks on.

“I’ll cut off your arm, shove it down your throat so far, you could juggle your own balls, then I’ll…” Loki starts, but Grease cuts him off.