Chapter11:Zero

'Which is why we need to catch the killer first." Killer voices. 'Come quick," Texas yells from the Clubhouse doors, and we all rush in, following him downstairs to the basement where we have church. Harley is standing by the freezers just at the bottom of the staircase, tied to a chain that is secured to a pole. Harlow got River in a chokehold with a thick silver chain wrapped around his neck. Killer notices the same thing I do- River looks calm, considering his position. I snatch Beauty when she takes a step, moving closer to help Prez. 'Stop babe," I whisper into her ear, as her ass brushes my dick. 'He wants to move my sister to some other place," Harlow screams, and I swear a fuckin' huge wave of relief leaves me. 'Darlin', I was tryna explain that the move is just right on up these stairs. We were just thinkin' little Ms Harley here might prefer a bed to rest her head, but hey, if you don't want our generosity extending to your sister, it's your call darlin', ain't no need to turn feral on our asses." Texas says from his vantage point by the staircase. 'Oh." I watch her face flush as she drops the chain, she had around our Prez's neck. She jumps down from the chair she is standing on and the chains fall to the ground. River rubs his neck but the man's face is amused as she stands in front of him with her head dropped. This girl is a feisty little kitten. Might be a small little thing, but she'll scratch your eyes out if you try to one up her. River taps her nose when she apologizes. Both of them turn to face the rest of us. Harlow's face is stricken when she notices how many of us are downstairs. River chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. No doubt the chick shocked the fuck out of him, impressed him too going by his light mood. 'Welcome home, it's about fuckin' time too. I was beginning to think you three skipped the country, glad to have you'll back." River rubs his beard as he says this. Killer slaps River on the back and walks to Harley. His voice is low but I can hear him talking to the crazy girl. Something on his face passes, before he masks it again. I let go of Beauty as I embrace the Prez, then step back as he gives my woman a hug. She is stiff but pats him awkwardly on the back making me smile. Why the man and Spade torture her like this I wouldn't know but it is amusing nonetheless. 'We need to call church, it is a long shot, but I think Beau, ah Beggar might be onto something, we might be able to find whoever it is we dealing with, and finally end this," I tell River when he begins to walk back to his chair. I look at the wall behind him and my eyes must show my surprise. The newly plastered wall is covered in a white board that has been mounted with nails. There are maps stuck on small pieces of paper. Snaps of people seen through robot cameras. A few pictures of military personnel, and a ton of shots with the dead victims. A few of the girls smiling. 'If things were so bad why not call us in sooner?" I question as Beauty takes a seat on Spades chair. River runs his hands through his scruff on his jaw. Man looks worn out, 'A President's job isn't always about club business, sometimes it's about making decisions about what a brother, or sister needs." He doesn't look at Beauty as he voices his reason but I know what he is saying, and it reminds me of the conversation I had with my brother earlier this morning. 'Yeah, got somethin' I needa tell you guys. Let me know once everyone is round up, I need to get my woman settled." 'Take your time, no stress. Knight and Spade are finishing up the shelving in the night Club, should be back in an hour or so. Go get a drink, settle in, and check out the new additions to the lounge and bar area. The women went overboard but I have to admit the place looks good." 'Cool. Beauty, let's go get settled, I won't say no to a cold one right now." I say as I hold out my hand. She gets up and her fingers interlock around mine. It is not the first time my mind boggles at how perfect our hands fit. I turn and see Killer is still standing by Harley, his eyes devoid of emotion as she glares at him through her long dark blonde hair. 'Killer, you freaking her out, let's drink," Beauty says to him, but he barely shakes his head in answer and remains where he is. My woman must sense something, she doesn't push the issue when he remains where he is and neither do I.