Comp’s Chance (Reckless Omens MC)

Chapter 27

Twenty-Seven

COMP

“ S he 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 in this 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.

“Fuck, man, we get it. Stop going into so much detail,” Grease mutters before we all start making our way through the woods and down the hidden path. With how fast we are moving, it takes no time at all before we are at the back of Jason’s property. We can see through the backdoor, and I’m guessing from the dining table in the corner, it will bring us up through to the kitchen. Swift and Hitter take their places at the front of the group before Swift tests the knob. It’s locked.

“Alright, the doors locked. Loki, I want you to pick it. Then, when we’re inside,” Swift starts, but we all stop cold at Piper's scream.

I see it in Swift's face, devastation. He doesn’t wait; he just turns and kicks the door in, making his way inside, not giving a fuck about the plan or anything else. I can understand; if it had been Sunny’s scream, I would have flown through the door as well.

We don’t wait for a cue. We all just pile in behind him. I’m close behind him when he suddenly stops dead in his tracks. I run into him, making all the men behind me do the same.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Swift yells. When I turn to who he’s yelling at, I swear I want to commit murder… and not on the one I originally came here for.

“Ba-Babies…” Piper slurs, holding a spoon in her hand.

“You guyses are just,” hiccup, “in time to see if we can get the spoons to stick,” Izzy slurs drunkenly.

Sigh.

“My man has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s enough to make me crazy… wait, I already am!” Halle says, cackling.

“Help,” is muttered from the human pincushion that is Jason that the women have stuck to the wall. “They’re all crazy.”

“Hey, don’ts sue talk about my girlses like that,” Piper slurs.

Hitter walks up to Izzy, snatching the spoon out of her hand.

“Hey! It was my turn!” she complains, almost falling over as she tries to reach for it. Hitter growls, then studies her. I turn to look at my woman, but she is keeping her eyes anywhere but on me.

“Sunshine!” I growl, making her sigh.

“What?” she asks, throwing her hands up. I can see she’s a bit drunk as well. When she sways on her feet, I make my way toward her. “I know as well as me... I mean me knows as well as I… wait that wasn’t right either,” she says, shaking her head before starting again, “You know as much as I do that If I would have asked to do this, you would have said no.”

“And with good reason. You could have been seen or killed,” I growl, taking her face in my hands.

“We were careful! I put on fake license plates when we crossed state lines to Louisiana,” Halle says, leaning on Loki.

“You mean Amabama,” Piper says, closing her eyes for a minute too long.

Izzy starts giggling uncontrollably. “Alabasiana. Damn, I can't say it either.” All the women fall into fits of laughter, and all the men groan at the scene.

“Someone get the women out of here. We need to take care of this,” Swift growls, but that sobers the women further, and Sunny’s back straightens.

“No, this is mine to deal with, and I will finish it,” she says, looking at Swift.

“Someone get me down,” Jason groans. I don’t have time to move as Sunny quickly picks up a pan from the counter beside her and throws it, hitting him in the head with surprising accuracy. I’m going to guess that was a lucky shot. She’s probably seeing three of him and aimed for the middle.

“I told you to shut the fuck up,” she yells at a knocked-out Jason.

“Baby, he’s out cold. How about we load him in the van and get him back to the compound? I want a piece of his flesh for my own,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms. “I was so scared you were hurt,” I whisper into her hair.

“I'm sorry I worried you. I was tired of living behind those walls with no outside world. I was tired of telling Paisley no to the park, to dance, to living,” Sunny explains, and I can see why she did what she did. If it were up to me, I would never tell that little girl no, but we had to make sure she was safe.

“Let’s get him back to the compound. We brought the van. Halle, the prospects will drive your jeep back while you ride with Loki,” Swift starts, but Halle speaks up.

“Hell no. I will drive my Jeep. Kitty tries to kill me sober. I ain’t taking a chance on her while drunk,” she tells the group, referring to Loki’s bike.

“One of the prospects can take Kitty back, I’ll drive Halle. If there is a scratch, though, I’m coming for every last shred of whoever caused it,” he warns, turning and walking out of the kitchen toward the front door. The women go to follow, but Swift stops them.

“No way. You ladies are on the back of our rides. We can't trust any of you together,” Swift tells them firmly.

“Seriously? We are not children,” Piper tells him.

“After what you four pulled tonight, you could have fooled me,” he growls in her face.

“So, you and all your little boys can go off whenever the fuck you want, put yourself in all worlds worth of danger, but my girls and I take over for one fucking night, and it’s a problem? We’re children?” Piper asks him, hands on her hips.

“You’re the mother of my child, my everything…” he starts, but she cuts him off.

“You’re the father of my child, my everything…”

“Stop making fucking sense,” he yells, and it has Piper smirking. I turn and look at Sunny.

“I know why you did what you did, but I’m still pissed, and you’re still going to pay for it later,” I warn her. She pouts, but as her head leans down, I see a small smirk on her lips. This woman is going to be the death of me.

At least I’ll die a happy fucking beast of a man.