I then address Ripper. “If my wife isn’t returned to me, now, your men will have to vote in a new president, because I’m going to kill you,” I tell him, staring him dead in the eye so he knows how serious I am. “Then I’m going to kill the next president too. And any that come after that.”
One of the men moves to tackle Tracker, who proceeds to shoot him in the foot.
“Fuck!” the man yells, dropping to the ground and grabbing the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. I glance around the room once more, a schooled expression of boredom on my face. They don’t need to know that, right now, I’m dying inside.
I can imagine what I look like: like a man who has everything to lose, a man who will do anything to get back the woman he loves.
A dangerous man.
“As you can see, we aren’t fucking around,” I continue, cracking my neck from side to side. “Anyone else want to try anything? Next time, I don’t think Tracker will be so nice.”
“Knee next,” Tracker says, smirking. “Then farther up.”
One of the men shudders.
I wait until Arrow makes eye contact with me, then nod at him.
He punches the man in front of him in the nose. I don’t even wince at the cracking sound.
“Tell us what we need to know, or next I will break your neck,” Arrow says in a low, calm tone that is much more intimidating than if he had yelled. With Arrow, you just know that he means what he says. “One of you better speak up, or this isn’t going to end well. I don’t care who it is.” When the man doesn’t speak, Arrow moves to hit him again, until he puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay,” he says, throat working as he swallows. He looks to Ripper, as if asking him what to do, wanting to see what his president’s orders are.
Ripper tightens his jaw, weighing his options, but then finally nods. “Tell him.”
“She’s being held in a warehouse.”
“Give me the address,” I tell him. “Now.”
He gives me the address, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact. I look to Tracker. “Who wants to stay with him and make sure he’s not lying? I think someone should take him somewhere else, in case the men here try something.”
“They won’t,” Ripper says, but I ignore him. “I don’t know about Slice though. He’s the wild card here, but you can’t take out his actions on our club. He hasn’t even been patched in yet!”
I freeze, catching Talon’s eye before looking back to the Kings’ president. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Why the fuck would the Kings MC be talking about Slice?
I’m confused as fuck, until all the pieces start to fall together in my mind.
That fuckin’ bastard.
Slice, Talon’s former second-in-command, is the traitor?
This has to burn Talon. Fuck, he was just saying how he trusts Slice more than anyone else in the Wild Men MC.
Fuck!
“I had no fuckin’ idea, Sin,” Talon says, sounding shocked. “That fuckin’ bastard!”
“I know,” I say to Talon, my eyes still on Ripper.
I’ll let Talon handle Slice, as long as he shows him no mercy. I just want to find Faye and have her in my arms, so my heart can start beating properly again.
Slice is going to pay, that’s for sure. He’s caused so much trouble for everyone, just because he’s a disloyal piece of shit. I have to admit, even I’m fuckin’ surprised; although looking back, we probably should’ve seen this. Why didn’t Slice want to join us with Ranger and Talon? We thought it was just because he was loyal to the Wild Men, but how fuckin’ wrong we were.
“Vinnie, you and Ranger take him somewhere until all of this is over. If my wife is hurt, or if he’s lying, Ripper dies.” I nod at him. “Tell your men to stay out of our way, or they won’t make it home to their families tonight.”
I think this is the safest way to do it. If Vinnie and Ranger have the Kings’ president away from all this, we can use him as a hostage without having to worry about the other Kings coming after us. I’ll take the rest of the Wind Dragons with me to the warehouse, because we don’t know how many men are already there, waiting to fight. It can turn ugly, and we need to be prepared.
“All right, let’s go,” I say, bringing the Kings’ president to his feet and dragging him outside.
Let’s just hope this works.
Faye
“I always knew you were stupid, Eric,” I say, sitting down on the floor, against the wall. “I mean, let’s start with cheating on me—any man with half a brain wouldn’t have done that—and now this. What the fuck are you doing? You’re with the Kings now?”
Does he think that joining an MC will make him more like Dex? Will earn him respect? How deluded can he be?
His whole expression changes, and right then and there I see something I’ve never seen before on his face.
Hate.
Eric Black hates me.
No, he despises me. After all these years.
Why? I have no idea. I thought we were all good, but apparently not. Or does this have to do with him and Sin? Maybe this isn’t about me at all.
Some people need to get a fucking hobby.
“It’s been years since I’ve even seen you, Eric,” I say quietly, not sure what to make of this. “And now you want me dead? Or is it your own brother you want gone?”
We’re the parents of his niece and nephew. Not that he sees them much, but he could have—I mean, Dex’s mom still saw them every now and again. She passed away about three months ago. Does that have something to do with this? She died from a heart attack, and maybe Eric isn’t taking it well. Or is he blaming Dex for some reason? Something must have set him off, because I had no idea he was capable of something like this. He sits back in his chair like he’s a fucking king or something. I don’t get him. Does he have some complex because he will always be nothing compared to Dex? He lacks in every possible way. Looks, character, strength.