Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(43)

Briar doesn’t look happy, but I didn’t expect him to. He’s like the rest of us: he wants to get revenge.

“Boss,” he starts, but I stop him.

“I can’t trust this to a prospect, Briar. Torch and Sabre are in charge of the explosives. Besides him and Beast, you’re the only one I trust my woman with. I know you want your ounce of blood, but I need you here. I promise you’ll get your shot before this is over.”

“Okay. I’ll do it, but she’s not going to be happy.”

“I know. I’ll deal with it. I just need to not worry about her right now.”

“Okay. Go make the motherf*ckers pay.”

I slap him on the back. “That, I can promise.”

I walk off. I want to go check on Beast before we ride out. It will take Cade’s men a couple hours to get here. They’ve been held up at the state line to avoid detection from the Donahues. I pull Beth’s cellphone out of my pocket, staring at it. I go through her contacts and hit dial when I find Colin’s number.

“Beth. It’s about time.”

Figures the sorry f*cker would give her his private number. I’m going to hang him up by his balls.

“Wrong, motherf*cker. And you just made a big mistake.”

“I see you found our present,” the smug bastard answers. “Sad that we didn’t take you out, but you had three of your finest in that car, right? Irresponsible, really, to leave your vehicle unwatched when you’re at war. Then again, I don’t expect much better from you. You’re outclassed here, spic. Time for you to pack up and get the f*ck out.”

His slur rolls off of me. I could give a f*ck what he says.

“No, you f*ck. You killed a woman and a child. A three-year-old girl who did nothing to anyone. All you managed to do to me and my brothers was piss us the f*ck off. We’re coming for you, *. We’re coming.”

I click the phone off, slam it on the ground, then stomp it under my boot. My whole body vibrates with anger. If the fun we have planned for tonight doesn’t kill him, then I will kill him myself, slowly, and enjoy the f*ck out of it.

I walk to my bike, surprised to find Pistol there.

“You going to see Beast?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll ride along.”

“You need to spend your time making sure your brother’s men are on their way and things are in place.”

“Already done. I may not agree with some of the shit you choose, Skull, but Beast is my brother too, and you’re still my president. I’m watching your back. The Donahues may be monitoring the hospitals.”

I shrug, not about to waste more time arguing with him. There’s too much shit to accomplish today. Besides, he’s right. I peel out of the compound, avoiding looking at the burned Durango we’ve hauled back inside. The men are busy repairing the gates. I’ve ordered a stronger gate, military grade. Wish to f*ck I’d done it sooner. Apparently I’ve got a little to learn about being in a war, too.

Hopefully Colin won’t see the hits we have planned coming.





This is ridiculous. Skull’s had me locked in my room all day. I thought things were good between us. Now, I have no idea what’s going on.

Briar—seriously, if that’s not a road name, I feel sorry for him—has been with me all day and refuses to let me leave. He had our breakfast and lunch brought in. The only thing he told me was that there were some new developments and Skull wanted to make sure I was protected. He refuses to tell me what these developments are and, trust me, I’ve asked him a hundred times.

It’s been boring as hell, so I did the only thing I could think of to make Briar sorry that he’s stuck in this small room with me. We’re on our third movie of the day. We started with Bridget Jones Diary, moved on to Pretty Woman, and now…

“What the ever loving f*ck?” exclaimed Briar. “You mean she’s not even going to move her fat ass over and let him float on that damn piece of wood? Jesus, two of him could fit on that shit.”

“You’re missing the point. He loves her. He’s going to die for her.”

“Big f*cking deal. If she wasn’t a selfish bitch, she’d scoot her ass over and they’d both survive.”

Now, it should be said that I totally agree with him. However, I find I enjoy arguing with Briar. Well, that and I’m bored out of my mind. “She lives a full life because Jack loved her.”

“She’s a selfish cow. Why can’t she die? I mean, this story would be a f*ck of a lot better if Jack survived and lived high on the f*cking hog with that damn diamond.”

Okay, actually that sounds like a more interesting movie if you think about it, but I ignore him. “Hush, Briar! There’s a happy ending, wait and see. You’ll love it!”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he says sarcastically. It’s all I can do not to laugh.

“You know, if you told me what happened last night to have Skull worried about me, I might consider turning this off and letting you watch football.”

“Nice try, but no cigar, babe.”

“I guess we could watch ballet. There’s one on channel—”

“You turn on that f*cking shit and I promise you I will put a bullet in the television. I’m drawing the line at this movie and that’s only because the redhead has some decent knockers.”