The Biker's Fate Chapter 507

Train

I rushed out of the dressing room and pulled Chip aside. "Did you put a tracker on Melody?" I demanded.

"What?" Chip scoffed. "No. She's not a dog."

"You're right. She's my woman, and I'm gonna get her back." I turned to Doom. "She's got my ring."

He gave me a chin lift in understanding and pulled out his phone. A few years back, Savannah's first lady, Olivia, had decided all the old ladies would wear necklaces with tracking devices on them so that if they were ever in any trouble, anyone within range could locate them.

Rabbit's woman, Parker, decided the men needed the same level of protection as well, and since he was a genius with anything computer-related, he was able to develop a tracking device small enough to fit into the rings that most of us in the club wore.

Of course, Maisie, decided this had to happen in Portland as well, so it did. This meant, the ring Melody had around her neck was the one that had a tracker in it. Our VP, Booker, had worked closely with Rabbit to make sure all the chapters cross pollinated so to speak, so we were covered around the country.

Now I just hoped to fuck it hadn't been broken or fallen off because it was my only way of locating her.

"No, Jax, she's just gone," Harmony snapped into the phone as she paced the hallway. Jaxon had been pulled away on a pressing case, so he'd had to miss the show. "Doom and Train are trying to track her now. Yes, please, call Dalton. Now." She growled. "Then, I'm hanging up so you can do that." She pulled her phone away from her ear. "He's getting the Savannah office on it."

"We won't need them, Harmony. She's in Pooler," Doom said, looking at the tracker app. "1842 Sycamore Drive. That's only ten minutes from here."

"My bike is parked in the loading bay with the trucks. It's the closest to the freeway entrance. I keep a heater locked up in my saddle bag."

"I'll be right behind you," Chip said, before turning to his lieutenant. "Call 911 and give them the address."

"We're coming with you," Doom said, and Chip nodded.

I ran as fast as I could to the loading dock, my lungs on fire by the time I reached my bike. The frontage road leading to the freeway was completely clear, and I hauled ass into the Georgia night as my GPS led the way.

Driving through Pooler, it was clear to see the town was in rough shape. It made me think about the desperation of the people who live here, the kind of animal who took Melody, and what he could have done to her by now. I just hoped I could get to her in time before he could hurt her. Either way, whoever it was that kidnapped her wouldn't have much longer to live once I got my hands on him.

I parked my bike a block away from the address, grabbed my gun from the saddle bag, and quickly made my way to the house. I quietly crept around the side, near a window. The window was covered with tin foil, so I couldn't see a thing, but I heard raised voices coming from inside. None of them sounded like Melody's but I knew she was in there.

I moved to the front of the house, and carefully crept onto the porch. I put my ear to the front door and clearly heard a man's voice yell, "What the fuck are you talkin' to my sister for?" followed by a slap. My head was pounding. Every second that passed by felt like a lifetime. I had no idea how far behind me Chip and Doom were, but I couldn't wait for them or the cops. I needed to get into that house now.

I tried the doorknob, but it was locked. So I backed up a step and put the heel of my boot into the door, sending the deadbolt flying straight through the rotted doorframe. I raised my gun and entered.

Melody was in the center of the room, tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut, a tattooed psychopath stood behind her holding a 9mm to her temple. On the couch next to them was a young blonde girl.

"Come one step closer and you're gonna find out what the inside of her head looks like," the psycho said.

I paused, trying to form a quick strategy when an old haggard looking woman ran in holding a spoon in one hand and a leash in the other. On the end of that leash was a full-grown man wearing only a diaper and bib. His face was covered in cream corn.

"What the hell is going on in here?" she screamed.

"I was about to ask the same question," I said, my gun still aimed at the psycho.

"I told you, man. Drop your piece, or I'll fucking shoot her," he said.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked Melody.

She nodded.

"I swear to God I'll do her," the psycho said through gritted, rotten teeth.

"You'd better do what Denny says, Train," the old woman said. "Be a good dog and do as you're told."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you know who I am and who I ride with."

"That's right," she said, "I've become an expert on Melody Morgan. Where she is, who she knows, who she's fucking."

"If you know who I am, then you should know not to fuck with me."

"Mama, tell him to stop pointing that gun at me," Denny yelled, becoming more agitated.

"Train, you really do need to put that gun down before we have some sort of accident in here," the woman warned.