The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 60

***POV - Damion

Boring, boring, boring! Can anything be worse than going from one place of waiting for tests to the next place waiting again for more tests? At least I m about halfway through, just a brain scan left, but they re making me wait, an emergency got shifted in before me.

I understand the situation, it s just that I m not very good at waiting and sitting still for long. My leg is bumping up and down impatiently, waiting is definitely not my strongest point, neither is patience. I can t help it if sitting still is something I m struggling with, always has. A sly smile creeps over my face, thinking of the number of times I got in trouble at school for this exact reason. This is the worst part of my job, my quarterly checkup that Dean insists on.

I take a sip from my Starbucks coffee, envying Sean sitting quietly in his chair reading a magazine. Shifting in the chair for probably the hundredth time I give the girl at the desk a lopsided smile, her constant flirty stares towards me doesn t go unnoticed. A year ago I would have been flattered, maybe even seduced myself a quick blowjob on the go, but all that s in the past. All I can think about is Melaena and how I ll never get enough of her. I put my hand inside my pocket, my fingers brush over the velvet box with the ring. I hope it s not too soon.

I shake my head thinking about how Enrique always warns us to not get hooked by a voodoo pussy, and here I am, slam-dunked by his sister s spellbound vagina.

The ringing of my phone gets my head out of Melaena s womanly parts, while the busty brunette at the counter gives me the no-phones-allowed look and points to the sign that proofs it, so I get up and walk outside, thankful for the distraction. Before I can even say hello my mom shouts hysterically and I almost drop the cup of coffee in my other hand.

"Damion, Luke is gone … kidnapped!" I can hear she s terrified - crying, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Calm down mom." I put the Starbucks cup on the ledge – I m currently standing in the hallway looking through a huge window, barely noticing the hustle and bustle on the other side.

"Mom, are you sure? Where?" I try to keep calm, needing her to give me as much information as she can in her state.

"Yes, I was late and he was not there. One of the kids saw him getting into a white van, so I went home, but he s not here either."

"Where s dad?"

"He s busy calling Luke s friends."

"I ll be right there." I hang up and instinctively call Mel – needing to hear her voice, to know that she s safe. Her phone goes straight to voicemail. The same thing happens when I call Kiara. I yell at the brunette that we need to go and pull Sean from his chair unceremoniously. He throws the magazine onto the table and we run down the hall.

While I run to my truck I try Mel s phone one more time. This time it is ringing and I sigh with relief, but it s short-lived. Somebody hangs up without answering! What the fuck?

Beep, beep!

I stare at the phone in disbelieve, the message ties my already knotted guts up even more.

Mel: Mayday! Mayday! Crash boom bang!

Then a photo appears of a mangled-up car – Kiara s car! Fuck! I grab the bulbar of my truck as my heartbeat increases heading for the checkered flag. Fucking asshole has her phone.

I look at the time, I ve been in that fucking hospital for almost 4 hours, while the whole time she s been … what … dead, kidnapped, injured – WHAT? I look at Sean and tell him to keep on calling Kiara s phone.

My thumb pushes the little green telephone symbol under Mel's name and waiting with anticipated breath, I hope to hear her voice this time, but the fucking universe is against me, like usual.

"Loverboy, just the person I was looking for."

"Who s this? Where s Mel?" The guy makes some clapping sounds with his tongue. I know that voice. Forcing myself to listen, to remember, but I just can t place it in my screwed-up head.

"Tsk-tsk, so many questions. Just call me Darren. I need you to do exactly as I say." I stop dead in my tracks, waiting for him to continue. I need to stay calm and collected, he s going to try and rile me up. I take a deep breath. My hands are trembling.

Breathe, breathe, breathe! Don t let him see my weakness, stay in control. If I lose control now, he wins the battle. Sean signals me that Kiara is not answering her phone with a worried look in his eyes.

"Okay. Talk." I sound a lot cockier than I feel, but he s not going to know that, but whoever this is, the fucker is dead.

"You ll get a message soon. Just follow the instructions." That s it, he hangs up, but almost immediately a message comes through, a photo of Mel, Kiara, and Luke sitting on an old bed, clinging to each other.

Mel: Mayday! Mayday! Three prisoners waiting.

FUCK! I show it to Sean and we stare into each other's worried eyes when the phone beeps again. I ve had it with this guy and his fucking 'mayday messages.

Mel: Mayday! Mayday! The little boy will pay!

Another photo, this time of Jackson tied to a chair, his head hanging, telling me that he must be unconscious. Double fuck! This guy has me by the balls and he knows it. Heat rises inside me like hellfire, but it s not just anger, there s a fair share of raw-set panic burning with it, trying to blaze free. Gripping my hands into fists, I strike out and hit the metal dustbin next to me, sending it flying a few meters down the parking lot. Grabbing onto the bulbar again with white knuckles, I bend forward and gag painfully, spitting it out onto the ground.

Fucker! Another message appears and taking a deep breath I slowly lift the phone to stare at the little screen, scared shitless at what I might see this time.

Mel: Next instructions at 6 pm.

As soon as we sit inside my pickup I make a phone call.

"Hi, dude." Judging by his voice tone, Ilkay is still clueless as to the current predicament.

"Ilkay, I need you to get all the boys to my house asap! And bring all the bikes. Include your uncle and tell him to bring Garcia. I ll explain later."

"It seems Kiara, Mel, Luke, and Jackson have all been kidnapped by Harry." All the eyes change to anger and frustration – everyone in the room has a lot to lose.

"They will send us instructions at six, so we have around 4 hours to come up with a fool-prove plan." I send my phone around so they can see the photos.

"Fucking bastards! Why is he picking on Jackson all the time – it doesn t make sense." Enrique s fist hits the wooden wall and he starts walking up and down.

"Now is not to wonder why, we first need to focus on getting them all back safely."

"Guys, let me tell you what I ve found out. Maybe we can turn things around." Garcia grabs all of our attention and we circle around the heavy dark-wood table. Mom gets busy in the kitchen and starts making snacks and coffee. I know it s her way of keeping her mind occupied.

"Okay, so I must say I had to use all of my resources and it wasn t easy. This guy is anything but stupid. Anyway, he took over one of the gangs in the upper north side under a false name. The reason I never put two and two together was that I ve never met him in person. He always sent his number two or his son to the meetings. Apparently, the gang wants me out of the way, and now I know why. Harry wants his son, Darren, to take my place. And they re working with another gang from the north, the leader Alex also wants to take over. I ve questioned both gangs, but nobody s talking so far."

Garcia s eyes flicker with something that I m not sure I want to analyze. I think there's something he's not telling us.

"The last thing ever registered to Harry s name is the old ghost-house at the south side of the Sea Cliff area. If I remember correctly, it s the house his wife hanged herself in." What kind of sick-fate type of coincidence is the universe playing here? First my sister, now Mel … is this a joke?

"I received a message earlier from Harry, I must officially hand over my position to Darren and then surrender myself for redemption else they ll kill Luke. I ll receive further instructions tonight." Garcia says, quickly glancing at my father.

"I know he s my kid, I ve always known." The expression on my dad s face tells me he was somehow expecting this.

"As soon as I found out Sophia was pregnant, I let her go back to you, knowing you would look after the baby. I didn t, and still don t, want anybody to know that I have a son, it s too dangerous and I didn t want him to grow up like us. I want him to be a normal kid in a normal family." There are tears in Garcia s eyes while he looks at my dad. My father nods at him.

"Ok, enough of that, what s the plan?" Enrique is not into the mushy nitty-gritty stuff, or at least he pretends not to be. Uncle John shakes his head at his nephew with a warm smile. I take my hat off for that man, raising 6 kids on his own all this time couldn t have been an easy feat.

"Wait, there s more … " Uncle John pulls a little box from his pocket. "This was delivered to me just before I left. The note only said that it s a gift from a friend." The open box drops on the table and it s as if the whole house sucks in the air all around us. I move my head forward as if it s going to change the gruesome contents, but the bloody pinky still lies motionless inside the red-stained tissues.

"Who the fuck? Who s …" Enrique starts but quickly has to jump out of the way since Sean next to him folds double and almost pukes on his shoes.

"Shit dude! Look where you aim that!"

Ilkay picks up the finger and turning it around, examines it slowly. "It seems to be male, and they used a sharp object and one quick blow." He puts the finger back in the box.

Sean wipes his mouth and without looking at the finger again, he takes a few deep breaths and seems to get his color back, mumbling, "You guys sure have some sick-ass friends."