Sinner’s Redemption by Rebecca Joyce
Chapter Thirty
Montana
Loud banging woke me from a dead sleep.
“PREZ!” someone shouted, as the banging continued.
Ignoring whoever it was, I rolled over and grabbed a pillow to cover my head.
“Prez! You need to get the fuck up!”
“Go away,” I barely mumbled.
“He isn’t answering.”
“Move kid,” a firm voice said, before my bedroom door flew off its hinges and crashed against the far wall. Shooting up from my bed, gun in my hand, I pointed it at the intruder. “GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!”
“Jesus Christ,” Snoopy cursed, walking in with Mercy as I glared at Malice, who stood unmoving.
Motherfucker was going to fix that fucking door if it was the last thing he did.
“Put that fucking gun away,” Snoopy said, throwing clothes at me. “Get dressed. Petrovitch has made his next move.”
“So, take care of it.” I sneered.
Mercy narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Malice, he’s all yours.”
Before I could move, Malice had me in a headlock as Payne walked into my room and punched me in the face. Next, Malice handcuffed me to my own fucking shower as cold water washed over me.
“I’m going to fucking gut all of you!” I roared, trying to get out from under the cold spray.
“He’s clean enough,” Snoopy growled. “Get him dressed and downstairs. Everyone is waiting.”
“What the fuck is going on?!”
“Petrovitch has my daughter, you son of a bitch. He sent me a video. ME!” Snoopy roared before walking away. If I wasn’t already cold from the water, hearing the bomb Snoopy just dropped would have chilled me to the bone.
There was no fucking way that sadistic motherfucker had her.
She was safe.
“Better hurry, Montana,” Malice said, uncuffing me. “He isn’t lying. Your dad called in everyone. They started arriving an hour ago.”
“She’s at the apartment. This has to be a mistake.”
“It’s not,” Malice whispered, throwing me a towel. “Get dressed.”
Heading for my dresser, I grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, quickly putting them on. Heading for my nightstand, I turned on my phone that I shut off three days ago. The same day, I saw Tessa in the cab. Seeing her sitting there decimated me. I wanted so much to grab her and make her see reason. Instead, I rode off and never looked back. She made her choice. I was just abiding by it. That’s when I shut off my phone. I didn’t want to speak to anyone.
As my phone powered up, I sat down and reached for my boots. Putting them on, my phone started alerting me to missed text, calls and voicemails. Picking my phone up, I saw Tessa had been trying to get ahold of me for three days. Opening the last text, she sent.
Sunday, June 4th @ 3:16 am: I’m sorry. Please forgive me.
Pocketing my phone, I got to my feet and headed for the rec room where I found my club brothers, branded and patched brothers, Mafia and Bratva men all gearing up for war. Fury was instructing the patched brothers while Vicious stood angrily talking on his phone. “I don’t give a fuck, Sypher. Find her!”
“Son,” my dad said behind me.
“I want to see the video.”
“No, you don’t,” he replied. “Storm, Shame and Pippen are monitoring the situation. You need to sit with Renaldo and Maxim and come up with a plan.”
“I want to see the fucking video,” I growled, as brothers, mafia and Bratva brothers all worked together, talking, planning getting everything they needed for what was about to come.
“Son,” my dad carefully said, as I rounded on him and shouted for all to hear. “NOW DAD!”
My dad nodded solemnly as the room quieted.
“Shame is monitoring the live feed in his office.”
Running for Shame’s office, I pushed my way past men, needing to see my worst fear. When I walked away from Tessa that day at the hospital, I’d done everything I could think of to ensure her safety. Called in markers, made deals, even threatened everyone that no harm would befall Tess upon the pain of death. I meant it too. She may want nothing to do with me anymore, but that didn’t mean I stopped loving her. She was the mother of my son. The one woman on the planet who could bring me to my knees. If anything happened to her…no, I refused to think that. I couldn’t.
Walking into Shame’s office, I found him sitting stiffly in front of his computers, Snoopy beside him, head hanging low as his body shook. Neither turned to face me. Shame’s eyes glued to the horror that was before him.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Snoopy stated firmly.
“Neither should you.”
Snoopy slowly got up and faced me. He looked deathly pale as tears pooled in his eyes. “I never wanted children. Never wanted to feel what I’m feeling now, but what that motherfucker is doing to her?” he gulped, shaking his head. “Kill him, Montana. Kill him slowly. I want him to feel everything.”
Snoopy sniffed, walking out of the room. Watching him leave, I heard her voice, “Montana.”
Turning back to Shame, he flinched, lowly cursing under his breath. Slowly turning my head from Shame to the monitor before him, I stumbled back until my back hit the wall.
There on the screen was my Tess.
Cuffed to a Saint Andrew’s Cross, naked for all to see as Petrovitch cut her with a blade. Her beautiful face was black and blue, both eyes swollen shut, blood dripped down her chin. She was having trouble breathing. There was dark bruising all over her body, but the side of her stomach was the worst, almost black.
“From what I can see, he’s ruptured both eye sockets and more than likely fractured her jaw. Judging from her breathing, it appears she has broken a few ribs, yet the bruising on her stomach is causing me concern. The darker the bruising gets, indicates that the fucker severally damaged her liver. Montana, she won’t be able to take much more before her body shuts down. Two hours, three at most,” August said from somewhere in the room.
I couldn’t stop watching as Petrovitch continued to whip and cut her.
“Are you watching Mr. Stone? Do you even care?” the motherfucker sneered at the camera.
“Can he hear us?” I asked, stepping off the wall.
Shame shook his head as tears slowly fell down his face. “No. There is a chatroom. We haven’t typed anything yet. Prez, you should know this feed is live on the dark web. People are watching it from all around the world. Brothers, other clubs, business affiliates, you name it. They have been calling since the feed went live. Everyone is mobilizing, ready whenever you give the okay.”
“Aww shit,” August cursed, as I watched a man inject something into her arm.
“What is he giving her?” I asked.
“Heroine.” August growled. “Fucker’s been giving her small amounts every so often to keep her from screaming.”
“How many injections has he given her already?”
When August didn’t answer, I looked at Shame. “Well?”
“The feed went live yesterday at six pm,” Shame admitted. “Snoopy got the link to the feed shortly after six but didn’t open it until an hour ago.”
Looking at my watch, I saw it was three in the morning. Tessa had been in that fucker’s possession for nine hours already.
“Montana,” she whispered.
Closing my eyes, Shame choked up. “That’s all she says, Prez. Every time they inject her, she whispers your name. Tell me we’re going to save her. I need to hear you say the words, Prez, because I can’t sit here and watch her die. I can’t.”
I wanted so much to tell him that very thing, but even I wasn’t so sure. “Take a break, brother. My turn to watch.”
Shame slowly got to his feet. His body drained as he barely hung onto what sanity he had left. August followed him out, shutting the door behind him.
Sitting before the computer, I stared at the soon to be dead motherfucker, looking for anything to give me a clue where he was holding her. It didn’t matter how insignificant. I just needed something to point me in the right direction when a small screen popped up and a woman’s face appeared.
“Phantom?”
I met the talented woman long before I took care of business with the Golden Skulls in Tennessee. The first time I left my woman unattended. Shaking off that thought, the woman sighed. “She’s all over the dark web, Montana. I got the alert when the video went live. I’ve been shutting down the sites as soon as they pop up, but Montana, she’s everywhere. The FBI knows. They are watching the feed too, along with every agency around the world. I’ve been back tracing the IP address, but it’s bouncing all over the world.”
The door slammed open, making me jump as Pippen rushed in. “Watch!” the kid shouted, pointing at the computer.
Doing as he said, I watched but saw nothing but Petrovitch licking Tessa’s face as he laughed. Balling my fist, I growled, “What kid? What the fuck do I need to see?”
“That!” the young prospect said excitedly.
Still seeing nothing, I yanked him towards me. “Speak English!”
“Oh shit,” Phantom gasped. “Did you get that, Sypher?”
Releasing Pippen, I turned back to the computer screen, trying to see what had three of the world’s biggest geeks so damn excited.
“I got it. Tri angling now Ms. Phantom.”
“Don’t forget to account for gravitational rotation!” Pippen shouted.
“This ain’t my first rodeo, small time.” Sypher joked.
The room filled up as brothers, mafia and Bratva entered the security room. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Maxim standing behind me, as he lightly squeezed, letting me know he was with me. Whatever, I decided he was with me.
“There!” Pippen shouted, pushing me out of the way as he started typing frantically on the keyboard. “Sypher, log into NASA and hack Hubble. Triangulate it over the Atlantic Ocean to get the current constellation maps. Phantom, log into the National Oceanic Aeronautic Association and look up the current wave patterns.”
“What the hell is going on?” I growled, demanding an answer.
“She’s on a ship,” Pippen said, focusing on the task in front of him. “The ship lightly sways. It’s so subtle, I didn’t see it at first. When it does, a porthole window appears in the screen’s corner, showing the night sky.”
“More importantly, the stars,” Sypher added. “With that information, we can triangulate exactly where she is.”
“We’ll, at least a twenty-mile square area. But it will be close.” Pippen clarified.
“So, we’re going swimming?” Malice asked.
Seconds later, all the clicking stopped.
No one said a word.
Pippen gaped at the information in front of him.
“Well!” I roared. “Where the fuck is she?”
Pippen slowly turned and gulped. “She’s on a ship docked at the end of our pier. She’s in our backyard.”
“MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Son, think about this logically about this,” my dad said angrily, trying to reason with me. He grabbed my arm as I tried to strap on my holster to my chest. “You go in there, guns blazing. You will not only get Tessa killed, but you as well!”
Yanking my arm out of his grasp, I scoffed, “I don’t give a fuck.”
Reaching for my guns, checking to make sure the clips were full.
“She is in there because of me. ME!” I shouted, grabbing more clips. “She never wanted this life. She just wanted to be a good mom and help people.”
“You’re wrong about that, son,” my dad shook his head. “She didn’t have to come back here, but she did.”
“Bullshit. She came back because she didn’t have a choice.”
“She could have taken that job in Charleston, son. You know that. God damn, the two of you are so fucking stubborn. Neither of you are willing to admit the fucking truth!”
Getting in my dad’s face, I sneered. “What’s the truth, Dad? Tell me because I’m going, regardless of what you say.”
“Son, she came back for you. Tessa wanted you. She always has. She loves you. Why do you think she fights you so hard?”
I chuckled. “Love me? She wants nothing to do with me.”
Shaking his head, my dad whispered. “Sometimes the people who love us the most will set us free because in their mind, it’s the right thing to do, son. She never left you Montana. Fuck, she still lives in the damn city! She set you free because she knew if she stayed, she would only get in the way. Just like you let go, too. Never in my life have I ever seen two people more suited for each other. You two belong together. So, before you go to your death, you need to know that the love of your life will do anything she has to, to ensure your survival.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” my dad said seriously. “If it comes down to it, Tessa will sacrifice herself to save you.”
My old man was making no sense. Tessa wouldn’t do anything that took her away from our son. She was a smart woman. She would never intentionally leave York. Not for someone like me. Hell, she told me in not so many words in the hospital that York was her primary concern. That she just wanted a normal life. A life I couldn’t give her.
Shaking my head, I grabbed some extra clips and walked away. I couldn’t be with him right now. I needed to concentrate on what I was about to do. Not a bunch of hypothetical shit that was irrelevant.
Heading into the rec room, I walked over to Mercy. “You are staying here. If shit goes sideways, you know what to do. Malice, you are staying too. You haven’t healed enough from the last encounter with this fucker.”
Looking around the room, I said, “Payne and Storm will go with me.”
“What the fuck, Prez!” Fury shouted, as did Vicious and Happy.
Holding up my hand, I simply said, “All of you have families. You’re not going.”
“Bullshit,” Happy argued. “I don’t have anyone.”
“Linsey is your granddaughter. Vicious, you have Linsey and the girls, plus the new babies. Fury, you seriously going to stand there and tell me you don’t love your daughters?”
“This isn’t right,” Fury muttered. “We work as a team. We should all go.”
“Not this time,” I stated firmly, putting in an earpiece as I turned to Maxim. “You ready to do this?”
Maxim pulled back the chamber on his Glock and smiled. “Let the blood rain.”
Taking that as a yes, I walked out of the clubhouse.
Walking down the pier with Maxim at my side, along with a select mix of men, I had one target in mind. I was going to put a fucking bullet in Petrovitch’s head if it was the last thing I did.
My earpiece crackled. “Okay Montana, Mercy said. the feed still shows Petrovitch with Tessa. The geek squad believes the ship…”
“Yacht,” I heard Pippen correct. “It’s a 2020 Fraser Arrow. 75 meters long. This yacht comes with six cabins and the newest technology money can buy in terms of a security system. So be careful.”
Looking down at the length of the dock, I stopped dead in my tracks. “There are two yachts docked at the end of the pier, Pippen. Which one?”
“Uh…” the kid stammered.
“It’s the one with men carrying uzi’s,” Maxim deadpanned before disappearing into the darkness towards the big ass boat on the left.
Ripping the earpiece out of my ear, I threw it on the ground.
Not needing anything else, I followed.
The second I boarded the yacht, gunfire rang out. I didn’t waste any time. I shot at anything that moved. I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted everyone dead. Petrovitch’s men came running out like the cockroaches they were, trying to stop me from getting my woman. Though outnumbered big time, I wasn’t leaving this damn boat until I put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head and had my woman in my arms.
“Cops are on the way,” Storm said, squatting beside me, shooting at targets. “We need to hurry.”
Nodding, I moved out from behind a jacuzzi I was hiding behind and ran for the interior cabin, just as Snoopy yelled, firing at random as he ran towards a group of men who were running towards the bow of the boat.
Making my way past the sun deck into the main salon, I froze when I heard a speed boat start up, then roar off into the harbor. Racing back outside to the sun deck, I watched as a small boat raced across the water.
“Montana!” Payne shouted. “He’s getting away!”
“Is Tess with him?” I yelled back.
“Mercy says she’s still on the boat.” Storm stated, firmly shooting a lone fucker in the head as he sat against a wall, bleeding from a leg wound.
“Kill everyone. No survivors,” I ordered as I started kicking in doors.
“Montana!” Maxim shouted. “Found her!”
I rounded a corner and walked into one of the berthing suites to find my Tessa unconscious, with a fucking knife in her stomach and a needle still in her arm. Holstering my gun, Maxim removed the needle before we carefully removed the restraints holding her to the cross. Gathering her in my arms, I gently laid her down on the floor.
“Leave the knife in,” Maxim muttered, reaching for a blanket to cover her bruised and battered body.
Checking for a pulse, I cursed, “Fuck. Her pulse is racing.”
“It’s the heroine. We need to get her to the hospital fast.”
“Mercy said the ambulance is on the way,” Storm advised, walking into the room. “Petrovitch got away.”
I wanted to care, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was my beautiful Tessa and what the son of a bitch did to her.
How was she ever going to forgive me for this?