As the Sons simultaneously smashed through the front and back doors, those within made a grab for their guns, Clay's group at the front took care of those foolish enough to fight, while Jury's group fanned out and started to search the rooms at the back of the building looking for Juice. Bobby and Chibs had just got to the second to last room before the main room where the surviving gang members were when they heard a shout from Quinn.
"FOUND HIM."
They both rushed back out of the room towards the room where they heard Quinn's shout and found the Nomad prez and Happy knelt down on the floor next to Juice, where Dion had left him still tied to the chair. As they entered the room, they saw Happy untying the ropes that bound an unconscious Juice's arms to the chair and Quinn gently holding him while Happy pulled the chair away, flinging it behind him where it smashed against the wall.
Chibs knelt down next to Juice and could see he was in a bad way, his face was just one massive swollen bruise and there were various cuts and grazes from which blood flowed and it appeared as though Juice was in respiratory distress. As gently as he could, he checked Juice's injuries but with the lad out of it he could only hazard a guess at how bad they were and although he had not wanted to believe what Happy had told him about Juice possibly being raped he knew he had to check. He glanced up at Quinn and Happy who had both been watching him as he checked Juice over.
"Do yah mind giving me a moment fella's. There's something I need tae check."
Both men knew what the Scotsman was going to check for and nodding to him, they both stood up and left the room. Along with Bobby they stood outside the room by the door as Chibs checked to see if Juice had indeed been sexually violated, he had only to pull the back of Juice's jeans down a little to see the blood caked on the kid's boxers. As he pulled the jeans back up he was shaking with rage.
xXx
In the main room of the warehouse the surviving gang members were huddled together in the centre of the room in a small and pathetic group, surrounded by Clay's group. Those killed when the sons stormed the building had been left where they had fallen. Ryan was sitting next to the one who had hit Juice over the back of the head when they had snatched from the picnic area of the park where the meeting had been set up, he looked around the survivors trying to see if his brother Dion was amongst them but he was missing as was Brian. He recalled that he had not noticed either of them in room as the sons stormed in and he assumed that they were in the one of the back rooms making out.
At that moment he noticed a bald headed man covered in tattoos, enter from the direction of the back rooms and mutter something to Clay. He watched as Clay scowled and his face went very dark, whatever the man had said, it did not bode well for the survivors.
xXx
Brian's POV
When the Sons had forced their way into the building, simultaneously through the back and front doors, I had been in one of the nearest rooms from the main one with Dion. Although I was still angry at him for raping Juice, I was still at the same time pleased to be in his arms again on the bed after that ATF bitch had left. He had come into the room we had been sharing and lain down next to me, I could see blood on his hands and thinking he had cut himself, I examined his hands to see where the blood was coming from, it was while I was doing this that I realized that the blood was not his.
As we had lain there, the sound of the doors suddenly smashing had us both springing off the bed rushing to the door as we heard the pounding of running feet outside in the hallway. Dion held his hand up to quiet me as he slowly and carefully pried the door open just enough to see out but not enough for anyone in the hallway to realise. I saw him push the door shut quickly as he recognised one of the men further down the hall with his back to our door. He had recognised one of the Sons who had been in Stockton when he had been beaten up and left for dead by Russell's crew. Closing the door as quietly as he could and motioning to me to follow him towards the window.
xXx
While still checking Juice over for other injuries Chibs became aware of Bobby who had silently entered the room and knelt down next to him, asking him if he was alright. He had seen from the doorway when Chibs had started shaking and he had become concerned about his old friend especially when he had heard Chibs curse.
"How bad are Juice's injuries?" he asked him.
"Bad, really bad, so far I have found that he has got several broken ribs, possible broken nose and other facial trauma, both his eyes are almost swollen shut and…."
Chibs stopped, unable to go on and say out loud what he knew his friend was really asking but Bobby knew.
"So, the creep was telling the truth…..he has been raped."
Chibs nodded his head sadly.
"I'm going to take him out to the van."
As he went to lift Juice up into his arms, he felt a hand on his shoulder and glancing up he saw Happy towering over him.
"I've got him Chibs. You need to get control of yourself first and won't be doing Juice any good if you don't."
Happy knelt down and Chibs reluctantly moved as Happy lifted their injured brother into his arms and gently cradled him against his chest, he felt Juice flinch as he did so and realised that the lad's eyes were open just a little and he was awake but he could see that the eyes were unfocused and that Juice probably was aware of who had hold of him.
xXx
After Happy had exited the room with Juice, Chibs slowly got to his feet, looking at both Bobby and Quinn as he growled.
"Right where is that motherfucker Dion? I'm gonna kill him."
Leaving the room where they had found Juice, all three re-joined the remainder of the Sons who had gathered around the surviving gang members in the main area of the warehouse, who despite their best efforts to look intimidated by the Sons were failing miserably. There was no sign of Dion in this pathetic group which infuriated Chibs even more and he turned to Clay.
"I cannae see that bastard Dion here…..Where is he?"
Clay shook his head as he replied to his brother.
"He wasn't here when we entered this place and those," tilting his head in the direction of the prisoners, "are not talking but they will."
A murmured agreement was heard from the surrounding Sons and several aimed kicks at those on the ground.
Ryan hearing Clays words and the murmurings of the gathered Sons looked up and spat back at them.
"We're not telling you anything…you bastards. You lot, you think you are so hard. You are nothing but scum."
He felt something hard hit him in the back of his head and he flew forward, his face hitting the floor, then Chibs was on him, punching and kicking. The other bikers in the room took a moment as they watched the Scotsman and then they needed no other signal as they also fell on the other surviving gang members. Tearing into the group, attacking them like animals attacking prey, giving no quarter to those already injured during the shooting. The beating continued until the uncontrollable rage that seemed to consume them abetted a bit but not entirely.
When Ryan was hauled up from the ground and dragged in front of Clay, Jury and Quinn, he was asked again 'where Dion was?' but he foolishly thought he could deny them still and spat at the three prez's standing in front of him and laughing in the faces of the men surrounding him. Clay turning to someone standing at the side of him and gave him a nod.
xXx
When Happy got out to the van he placed Juice very gently inside on a pile of blankets. He wrapped a few of the blankets around the kid, he could feel him shaking and he was certain that it was not just shock causing the shakes. Juice was absolutely freezing to the touch and yet at the same time on feeling his forehead Happy saw and felt the sweat that was pouring from his body. A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he swung his gun up as he spotted two individuals climbing out of a window at the back of the warehouse and making for the treeline.
Taking aim he fired!