Lifting his lips back, his teeth clenched, he gives me a look that says he wants me dead, but stays silent—storming out of the room. I stretch my neck from side to side, closing my eyes, telling myself to think. I need to get out of here. Images of Clover and Asher flash through my mind. My kids need their mama. Dex needs me. There’s no way I’m going out like this. My only option is to try to get the gun from him. But then what? How many people will I have to shoot on the way out? How many rounds are in the gun? So many variables, but what else can I do?
I’m going to have to do what I normally do.
I’m going to have to wing it.
He walks back in seconds later, face red with fury. I can tell instantly that something has happened. Maybe now is my chance.
“Get up. We need to go. Now.”
I look down to where I’m tied to the chair and flash him a look that says, Really, idiot?
He makes an impatient sound like I’m fuckin’ keeping him from somewhere, then cuts the rope with a knife, leaving my hands and legs free. This time he just puts the knife at my neck and tells me to get up and walk, so I get up and walk. The gun is back in his waistband; I guess he doesn’t feel like he needs it. We walk past the bathroom, which is the farthest I’ve been to this point, so I eagerly scan the new surroundings, trying to take everything in so I can use it.
“Sin and the rest of them are at the Kings clubhouse,” he says, tightening his arm around my shoulder, digging the knife into my skin. “But you see, we have a secret weapon here, and to get to you, he’s going to have to get through him.”
“Through who?” I ask, completely lost. The Wind Dragons are at the Kings? Have they got the whole MC at gunpoint or what? I feel a sliver of satisfaction at knowing no one can beat our men. No one can beat my husband. Everyone who is in on this is going to pay for choosing the losing side. The smart ones—such as Talon and Ranger—joined us, because they know that there’s no better.
We come to a stop at a door, and I don’t know what’s behind it, but I know that I don’t want to find out. Taking my chance, I turn to him, lift my knee up, and kick him right in the nuts. The knife in his hand jerks and I feel it cut my neck a little, not deep. He bends over in pain, the knife falling to the floor. I grab it, lift my foot up again, and kick him in the face. He falls to the ground. I give him another kick in the face for good measure, then another one in the stomach because I feel like it, and because the motherfucker deserves it, then look around frantically. All I see are windows that are too high up and two hallways, one leading back to where I just was, and another leading to somewhere unknown. I choose the unknown. I run toward it, but come to a standstill when I see three men standing at the end of it. They spot me.
Fuck.
I brace myself, preparing for the fight of my life, when I hear a vaguely familiar voice behind me.
“Even if you get past them, there are about ten more men waiting.”
I spin and look toward the door. A man now fills it, a man I once knew very well. He looks down toward my captor withering on the floor in pain and smirks. “I told you not to underestimate her. She’s the type of woman who will do anything to get what she wants. Isn’t that right, Faye?”
“Eric?” I whisper, taking him in from head to toe. He’s changed. He looks older, more weathered, like the world has taken everything out of him.
Tired.
What the actual fuck is Sin’s brother—my ex-boyfriend—doing here?
NINE
Sin
THEY don’t see us coming.
“They should probably up their security,” I hear Ranger mutter under his breath, as he and Arrow disable the alarm to their entrance gate. “Idiots.”
They’ve probably never been raided before, like we were that fateful night Mary died. Maybe they’ll learn from this too, and do something about their protection, but for now, this helps us break into their clubhouse with ease. By the time we’re inside, it’s too late for them. Arrow and Tracker knock out the two prospects who are meant to be keeping an eye out for anything, and then we storm inside.
Time to take over what is theirs.
Working as a unit, with me at the front and the rest of the men to my left and right, in the shape of an arrow, we enter their clubhouse silently, guns pointed, minds on one thing and one thing only.
Finding Faye.
We clear two rooms before we come across Ripper, the Kings of Hell MC president, asleep in his bed. My gun is pointed at his temple before his brown eyes even open. He tries to reach for his gun, but it’s not there. Yeah, this isn’t my first rodeo.
“Get up,” I demand. “We need to have a little talk. And don’t fuckin’ try anything.”
Eyes wide, he slowly moves to sit up, pushing the blanket off him, revealing a shirtless chest I could have gone without seeing. Keeping my eyes on his, I take a step back, allowing him space to get out of the bed. “Rally your men into one room. Anyone tries anything, you all die.”
He nods and exits the bedroom, entering what looks like their club’s main living area. Ten minutes later, between my men and Ripper, we’ve gotten everyone together, guns pointed in every direction. It might seem dangerous, because we’re actually outnumbered, but each of our men could take two of theirs easily. I’m that confident in us. I glance around the room, making eye contact with each man.“I’m looking for my wife. Who here can tell me where she is? And don’t fuckin’ bother saying you don’t know shit. I’m not bluffing, I will fuckin’ kill anyone I have to, to find her.”