Page 70 of Bolt's Flame
The door opened, Mystic brought the women in, their eyes wide, their body tense and their clothes dirty from the cellar. They knew they were walking into the devil’s den. Both women looked around the room, their gaze darting between Devil, Horse, and me, and for a second, I thought they were going to turn and run.
But they didn’t. They kept walking, stopping in the middle of the room, hands wringing together in front of them. They looked fucking terrified. Good. They should be.
“Barbie... Jenny,” Devil said, his voice soft but lethal. “You know why you’re here.”
They swallowed hard, their eyes flicking around the men standing there, then back to Devil. “I... I didn’t mean for things to go this far,” Barbie stammered, her voice shaking. “I didn’t know what James was going to do. I thought—”
“You didn’t know?” I cut in; my voice was sharp as a blade. “You didn’t know he was going to kidnap her? Fucking try to kill her?”
She flinched with fear at the fury in my voice, but I didn’t care. The image of Fiona, broken and bruised, was still burned into my mind, and the fact that both bitches had played a part in that made me itch to kill them. At this moment, I didn’t give a fuck that they were women.
“I swear I didn’t!” Barbie argued, tears starting down her face. “He said he loved her!”
“You think we’re goin’ to buy that?” I growled, stepping toward her. “You sold her out, Barbie. You gave that psycho the information he needed, and you did it for money. Don’t stand there and pretend you didn’t know what you were doin’.”
Her eyes filled with fresh panic, but she was a damn fool if she thought I’d feel sympathy for her. Fuck her.
“I... I didn’t think it would go that far,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It’s just... It wasn’t about money.”
“Then why the fuck would you do that to my baby girl, you bitch!?” Horse bellowed so loud even the men in the room flinched.
“Because she stole Josie from me!” Barbie cried, tears making rivers down her cheeks. “The kitchen... that was mine and Josie’s place. Then she came along, and he replaced me like I never mattered. He cared for her. I could see it, and I was left out in the cold... I hated her for it!”
“You were fucking jealous?” Devil said, his voice filled with disbelief. “And you thought that was worth risking Fiona’s life? Worth betraying the club?”
Barbie didn’t answer, her shoulders shaking as the weight of her choices finally seemed to hit her. She had to know there was no coming back from this. Not with the club. We didn’t give second chances.
I took another step forward, my fists clenched at my sides. “Do you have any idea what he did to her? What could’ve happened if we hadn’t gotten there in time?”
“I’m sorry,” Barbie whispered, her voice cracking. “If I could take it back, I would.”
“It’s too fucking late for sorry,” I said, still itching to make her feel what Fiona did.
“How did Boots fit into all of this?” Devil asked, changing the subject because he knew I was close, so fucking close to hurtingthis bitch. I’d almost lost Fiona, and that was making me a man I never wanted to be.
“I saw him one day spying on Fiona, just watchin’ her real strange,” she began, her eyes darting to Horse before snapping back to Devil. “And so, I asked him what he was doing, and he said watchin’ out for Caroline.”
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Horse snarled and Devil held his hand up and indicated she continue.
“I recognized the name because Boots always called the girls Caroline when we... well, anyway, I told James what I saw and he’s the one that realized Boots had a thing for Fiona’s mom. He figured out Boots thought Fiona was Caroline.”
“So, you took advantage of his confusion and mental state?” Devil asked, his eyes shooting a warning to Horse, who was angry and stunned. Boots had been his best friend.
“James couldn’t get past the new security patrols, so he forced me to make Boots think he needed to save his Caroline. I was afraid to tell him no,” she cried, trying for the pity card. “He threatened me.”
“Were you the rat talking to Fire Dragon?” Devil snarled, ignoring her excuses and moving on.
“No... no I never, why would you think that?” she mumbled, her eyes really showing fear now. “I swear I don’t know shit about any of that.”
Barbie’s tears were falling freely now, her body trembling as she realized there was no way out. Devil watched her for a long moment, the room silent as we waited for him to make the call. We didn’t beat women, let alone kill them, but she didn’t know that, and we would put the fear of God into her.
“You betrayed the club,” Devil said quietly, his voice like steel. “And you know what that means.”
Jenny, who had been quiet so far, shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. “Please... I didn’t mean to... Bolt never even fucked me that night... I—”
“You’ll pay just like Barbie. You not only drugged Bolt, but you knew about Barbie and had no plans to say shit,” Devil said, his cold eyes drilling into her. “That makes you just as guilty.”
“No... I—,”