Raptor (Fury Vipers MC: Dublin Chapter #2)

22. Raptor

Chapter 22

Raptor

THREE MONTHS LATER

I t's been three months and there's no sign of Jayne. The woman has vanished. Mallory's devastated. As each day passes, she loses hope that we'll ever see her mom again. I can't lie; I'm relatively certain Micah has taken Jayne. It's fucked up. We should have found that motherfucker long before now. That cunt should be six feet under with his brother.

"You good?" Pyro questions.

We're on our way back from Belfast. We found Fintan O'Leary—Micah's father. The fucker's been holed up in Belfast, and no matter how many times we've beat the cunt, he hasn’t given up his son's whereabouts. The fucker's not talking at fucking all.

We got a call from Maverick. Stephen's wife, Jess, has been kidnapped. Not only was she taken, but Callie, who was with her, has been too. Not only were we called in, but the New York Chapter was too, along with the Gallaghers and Gallos. Everyone is on the hunt for Jess' dad, Thomas. That fucker's finally getting his comeuppance and it's about damn time, but my mind isn't focused on Thomas and Jess. It's on Mallory, Shay, and finding Jayne. But with the club having such close ties to the Gallaghers, and with Jess being Mallory's best friend, this wasn't something I could walk away from.

"About as good as I can be," I say through clenched teeth.

"Mallory and Shay are safe," he assures me. "Both Tank and Bozo are with them. They're at home and secured."

"I know," I say, but it makes no difference to me. I want to be home with them. I want to be the one to keep them safe. But I'm needed to be with my brothers right now and that's all I should be focusing on.

"How is she?" Wrath asks.

We’re in the truck. Fintan is tied up in the trunk and we're heading toward Maguire's farmhouse, where he takes care of business.

"She's tryin' to put on a brave face, but she's strugglin'. She keeps thinkin' about all the shit that cunt Micah has done to her, and she's thinkin' that's what he's doin' to Jayne."

"It's fucked up, brother," Wrath sighs. "But we're goin' to find them."

"You think she's still alive?" Py asks.

I can't fault him for asking the question. It's been on my mind for a while now. It's been three months. Three fucking months and nothing. Not a fucking clue as to where Jayne or Micah could be. Would he keep her alive this long? It would be better for her if he hadn't. That's a fucking long time to torture someone. But for the sake of my woman and our son, having Jayne alive is the only option for us. If Jayne doesn't make it, Mallory's going to be fucking devastated.

"I fuckin' hope she is."

"Same, brother," Py growls. "Here's fuckin' hopin' that piece of shit in the trunk will give us the location to where his son and Jayne are.”

The rest of the ride to the farmhouse is silent. I'm stuck in my fucking head about this shit. My woman is hurting and there's nothing I can fucking do about it.

I watch as Wrath and Preach get Fintan in position. They're not gentle about it. They're making sure they get their licks in as they strap him to a chair.

Pyro's cell rings. "Yeah?" he answers, his eyes hard. "You've found them?" he asks whoever's on the other line. "They hurt?"

Fuck, I sure as fuck hope not. If Jess is hurt, Mallory's going to lose her shit. She still feels a lot of fucking guilt for not opening up about what the hell went down with Jess when they were teens. She was fourteen, for fuck's sake. She was alone and had no one to talk to. She did what she thought was best for her and her friend, and knowing what that fucker Thomas did, I know he'd have hurt Mallory if she had told anyone about what was going on.

"We're on our way. Are Jess and Callie okay?" Pyro questions. "Fuck. Alright, we'll be there as soon as we can."

Almost as one, we move back to the truck. "That was Maverick. They finally have their location. No one has any idea if the women are hurt, but they've had confirmation that Thomas and the women are there."

I roll my shoulders, glad this fucking thing is almost over. Once we deal with Fintan and Thomas, we'll find Micah. We'll find out where that cunt is and then I'm going to kill him. I'm going to take my time and methodically kill him.

We arrive at an old as fuck cemetery. Everyone is here, waiting, their faces hard and filled with anger. We exit the truck and I move toward Ace, who's waiting with the rest of my New York brothers. Fuck, it's good to have them here. It's been a while. I'm hoping they'll stay and help me find Jayne and Micah.

"How you doin', brother?" Ace questions. "You good?"

"I’ll be better once all this shit is over with."

He nods. "I get that. Gotta tell you, the women are here and they're dyin' to meet your son and woman."

I grin. Despite the shit storm we're in, I fucking grin. "She'd love that."

My woman loves that our son is surrounded by family, that he's got a lot of people who'll love him. Mallory wants Shay to have a huge family, something that neither of us had.

"Stephen," Danny, Denis' eldest son, says, moving toward Stephen. "Look, man?—"

"What's he done to her?" Stephen growls. "Tell me what the fuck is going on."

"She's tied to a table. I could only see that. Da told me to wait back for you to get here."

Stephen nods, his jaw clenched. "Denis," he calls out, his voice thick and filled with emotion.

I'd be the fucking same if the tables were turned. Jess is his wife. I'd be losing my shit right now if it were Mal in Jess' place.

"Here," Denis replies, stepping forward. "From what Danny says, Callie isn't injured. Just tied up."

"But you'll check that yourself," Stephen replies, his gaze firmly on the mausoleum his wife is currently tied up in.

"I'll be with you," Mav says, placing his hand on Stephen's shoulder. "Denis has Callie and we'll make sure Thomas doesn't get away."

"I'll need you to take him down, Mav," Stephen grunts, his lips pulled into a snarl.

It doesn't take us long to surround the mausoleum. We wait, watching as they enter the building. It's like waiting for an eternity, but when they exit the building, I see Denis holding his wife. She's got tears streaming down her face, but other than that, she seems as though she's uninjured. Stephen emerges next and he's holding Jess in his arms, a jacket wrapped around her. She's unconscious. Seeing her like that reminds me of Mallory when she crashed into the clubhouse.

I need to be with my woman. I can't fucking deal with standing around and waiting for shit to happen. I know my brothers have this shit in hand. "I'm headin' home," I tell Pyro once everyone begins to disperse, most of them heading toward the hospital to check in on Jess and Callie.

Pyro nods. "Go. We'll let you know if we have a location on Micah. Go be with your family, brother."

I don't wait around. I jump into my truck knowing my brothers will be using the van to escort Thomas to Stephen's farmhouse. I drive like a crazy fucker to get to the house, needing to make sure my family is safe.

Mallory crashes into me the moment I step into the house. I lift her into my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. Fuck, having her in my arms is the best feeling in the fucking world. "You're home," she breathes. "Is Jess okay?"

"She's on her way to the hospital, darlin'," I say low, hating that I'm the one who’s breaking this shit to her. "Got a call from Maverick when I was on the way home to you. That cunt burned her again."

She begins to sob in my arms, her body trembling against me. I fucking hate that she's hurting but she needs to know. "Is she okay?" she asks through her tears.

"She's in surgery. It's goin' to take some time, but when she's out, Maverick will call and let us know how she is."

I keep her in my arms as she tries to calm down. I turn to Bozo and Tank. "Thanks for stayin' here," I say, giving them a chin lift. "I appreciate you bein' here."

They rise to their feet, both grinning like loons. "Your woman can cook, brother. You need to bring her to the clubhouse. Her cooking's the bomb," Tank says while smirking. "No thanks needed, especially when your woman cooks."

Mallory shakes, and this time it's not from crying but from laughter. "Those guys are hilarious?—"

A pain-filled cry rents the air. Everyone freezes at the sound. I drop Mallory to her feet and start barking orders. "Darlin', go upstairs to our boy and stay there. Tank, you go out back. Bozo, you're with me. No one gets into this house."

The wail ends just as abruptly as it began, and it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Everyone moves, Mallory taking the stairs two at a time as she races to our son. Tank moves with purpose to the back of the house, his fingers clenched around the butt of his gun that's at his back. Bozo and I exit the front door, our guns raised as we scope the area.

We scan our surroundings thoroughly. Wherever the sound came from, it's gone now. There's no sign of anyone being out here. But that noise wasn't imaginary. Someone was fucking screaming. Could it have been a ploy to get us away from the house? There's no way for them to get past any of us. We'd have seen them if they even tried to get past us.

"Fuck," Bozo grunts. "The fuck was that?"

I shake my head. "I don't fuckin' know." I head back to the house. "You two can head on back to the clubhouse," I tell the guys once we're in the kitchen.

"I'm stayin' here," Bozo tells me. "That was fucked up shit and I ain't leavin'."

Tank grins. "Your woman goin' to cook breakfast?"

I laugh. "Sure, why not. I'm goin' to make sure Mallory's good. You two make yourselves at home."

"You're okay," Mallory breathes as I enter the bedroom. She's sitting on the bed, a knife in her hand. She's ready for anything or anyone who comes through the door.

"It's all good, darlin'. You can put the knife down."

The relief that shines in her eyes makes my heart clench. Fuck, she's terrified. "It's all goin' to be okay," I promise her. "Tank and Bozo are spendin' the night. You and Shay are safe. Get into bed, darlin'. We're goin' to get some sleep."

She gives me a soft smile and I know that she's okay, but this shit is coming to an end. I can fucking feel it.