The Bikers Rebel (Warriors Series {3})

Chapter Twelve

Rampage didn't wait for his brothers to catch up to him. He put the kickstand down on the bike he borrowed and ran up the steps to the lake house. Drunk college students were everywhere--outside, inside, in cars, on the roof, in the trees.

Gena had told him that they just went to party, have a good time, but then a group of bikers showed up. One forced Rebel to dance with him and after she started looking pale, her words were slow and she slumped to the ground. Gena looked through Rebel's phone and found his number mark for an emergency and called him.

A woman was waiting by the door went he walked in. She was short, blonde hair cut to her chin. Her arms were wrapped around her, like she was cold or trying to hold herself together.

"Gena?" He asked and she nodded. "Where is she?"

"I saw him take her up stairs. You got here really fast."

"I'm not an outlaw for nothin, sweetheart." He followed her up the stairs. "How long has it been?"

"Maybe thirty minutes? I found the room, but there's a biker standing outside of it and everyone here is too drunk to help."

Rampage growled. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Snake. Good his brothers were here.

They turned down a hall and Rampage saw the biker blocking the door at the end, loud music blaring from inside. Snake pushed ahead of him and went for the biker. His fist went straight for the guys head and he topple over with the force. Snake kicked him and shook out his hand.

"Fuck, I hit him hard."

Rampage kicked at the door and it disconnected from the hinges, falling to the floor. The biker was on top of Rebel, his shirt off and pants on--thank God--and jumped off of her when they entered. Rebel however, hand been stripped down to her bra and panties. She looked so pale and lifeless.

"Get the fuck out asshole!" The biker yelled.

Ram did what he does best and went on a rampage. He grabbed the picture hanging on the wall and threw it at the other biker's head. The glass shattered and blood trailed how his face. He picked up a chair next and threw it at him, making the biker fall to the ground. Rampage jumped on him and sent his fists flying into him.

Snake and someone else tried to stop him, but it was pointless, he was taken over by his temper. He didn't stand for people like this biker, and the fact that he had chosen Rebel as his next victim pissed him off more.

He picked up the biker and slammed him into the wall with such a force that it caved in the drywall. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

The guy was black and blue with blood running down his swollen face. "Fuck you. I don't know what you're talkin about."

Rampage turned the guy and forced him to look at Rebel. "Her. What did you do to her?"

"Nothin she wouldn't have wanted."

Ram threw him at the wall again, sending his knee into his dick. "Does it look like she fucking wanted it? Is she even capable of speaking? I swear to God, if you don't tell me, I will cut you open and let you watch as we drag your intestines through the halls. And that's not the only thing I'll do asshole. I have a special kinda torture for men like you."

"Ram," Hatchett said.

"What?" He snapped and turned to face his brother.

"Roofies." Hatched held up the drug.

"How many are missing?" He asked.

"Rampage, I don't think--"

"How fucking many, Hatchett?"