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He backhanded me, but I held on to him. As we struggled, I was vaguely aware that something similar was going on with the others around me, and for a second there was a full-on fight between the women and the bikers. Grunts and swear words filled the air around us, but our struggles with the men were over quickly. They were much bigger and stronger than us, and they were not afraid to hurt us in the process. Our efforts to save Demo and Daisy were in vain. No one wanted to see the dogs hurt, but there was nothing we could do to stop what happened next.
One of the men fired his gun, hitting Demo and sending the squealing dog to the ground.
“Daisy, retreat! Retreat!” Ella screamed, and the dog did as commanded, turning around and heading back the way she came.
Someone fired their gun but missed her.
“Get these bitches into the van!” the man in charge demanded roughly.
Someone pulled the sliding door open, and we were pushed inside, tumbling over one another when they didn’t give us enough time to move out of the way. The men followed right behind us and slid the door closed. One of them moved to the front and got behind the wheel.
The five of us were forced to sit against the side of the van, and seconds later we were racing away from the area.
Chapter 21
Eagle
Once we’d arrived at The Animals’ Den, it didn’t take long to realize that there was nothing wrong. We’d stormed through the door and inside the empty bar, getting a big-eyed look from our bartender, Lloyd. He froze from wiping out a glass as we approached, our boots sounding loud on the wood floor.
“Fuck,” Wolfe muttered when he realized something was wrong, and that it wasn’t at the bar. Still, he asked, “You had someone call us saying you had trouble here?”
Lloyd shook his head. “Nope. Look around you, boss. It’s been like this since we opened.”
Wolfe hit the bar top with his fist, just as his phone went off. He pulled it from his pocket. “Shit! It’s Delta.”
At the sound of that news, a bad feeling sank in for all of us. I didn’t believe in coincidences, and that’s what this felt like. I watched Wolfe’s expression turn thunderous as he listened to his sister on the phone, and he began running before he’d even hung up on her.
“Let’s go! Our women are in trouble!”
He didn’t need to say more. We all ran and jumped on our rides. My first thought was of Leo. She wasn’t my woman, but she was at the house with the other women, and I had to assume that she was in danger. I tried not to think about what could be happening to her as I raced recklessly toward the house with my brothers. Thank fuck Wolfe’s house wasn’t all that far from the bar.
Delta was outside when we arrived, kneeling on the ground next to a bleeding Demo. Daisy was there, too, circling the two of them and whining frantically.
Delta looked up at us with tears in her eyes. “He’s still alive—”
Wolfe ignored her comment. “Which way did they go?”
She pointed and wiped at her cheeks.
Wolfe pinned his sharp eyes on Coke. “Use my truck and get Demo to the vet.”
“I’ll go with him,” Delta said.
“Is Leo with them?” With a little luck, she’d have gone home right after we’d left.
Delta nodded. “The Maniacs took them all. They’re driving a white van.”
Fuck! Pissed-off looks began circling amongst my brothers. I wondered if it was the same fucking van that Lola had seen when her dogs had been taken.
“The fuck?” Bear growled.
My sentiments exactly. We hadn’t heard anything from the Maniacs since shit had gone down with them a year ago, but we’d been waiting for them to retaliate. We’d gotten wind that they’d outed their president, Butch, who’d disappeared off the face of the earth. We all knew what that meant. They’d replaced him with Evil. I started to put two and two together. The Maniacs. The white van. The little that Leo had told me about Ron and Lawrence’s association regarding the dogs.
Wolfe snarled, “We got no time for this! They’re getting further away!”
“We don’t even know where they’re going,” Tank pointed out.
I automatically looked at Brew because he’d once ridden with the Maniacs.