Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(69)

I f*cking expect someone to find me an answer. My gut tells me Cade’s men and Pistol are behind this. That might seem unfair, but I’m kicking my f*cking ass for letting my guard down with that motherf*cker. I respected Cade though… Fuck. I hope my stupidity doesn’t cost Beth her life. If something happens to her…

Fear threatens to overtake me, but I buckle that shit down; I don’t have time for it. I slam open the doors to the cafeteria. People look up, startled by my sudden entrance. The place is pretty much deserted. Someone screams, which is understandable as I still have my f*cking gun drawn. I ignore them, marching into the kitchen. There’s a few people in there, but not one sign of Pistol or Beth. I go to the bathrooms, hoping to find them there.

“Boss! Down here!” I hear Torch yell.

I follow the sound of his voice. Through a small hall, there’s a supply room to the right with its door left open. Torch leans over an unconscious Pistol at the doorway. Pistol has a bad-looking wound in his gut.

“Beth?” I ask him, and for a man who didn’t used to feel fear, that shit is nearly strangling me now.

“No sign of her, boss, but—”

“But…?”

He holds up Beth’s locket, covered in blood.

I tear it out of his grip. My hands are shaking as I pull it over my head, screaming with a mixture of fear and anger. Spotting the door through the supply room that leads to the outside, I move behind Torch and shove it open, desperate to drag air into my lungs. Off to the side of the door is one of Cade’s men with a hole in his head. I look around hopelessly for Beth, but I know in my heart that I won’t see her.

I’m too late. The motherf*ckers have her.

“Boss? Six of Cade’s men have been brought down. The others were watching the front exits. That means they came this way. Torch went to the security room to check the camera footage. We’ll find her, boss. Torch will know something any minute now.”

I can hear Briar in my ear, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters right now. All that matters is the one fact I can’t get away from.

I’m too f*cking late.





I’ve buckled emotion down. I had to. I couldn’t function, and that wouldn’t get my woman back. Colin wants her. I know what he wants. I refuse to believe I can’t get her back before that happens. I will get her, and then I will chop Colin up into f*cking pieces and feed him to my dogs. The only thing I can do until Torch comes up with a lead as to where they took Beth is move full steam ahead.

“Is everything in place?”

“Yeah, boss. When do you want us to start letting off the discharges?”

“Thirty minutes. I want Diesel here.”

“I can’t figure it out. I thought the f*ckers would up their security after our first round of attacks. This seems almost too easy,” I grumble, raking my hand down the side of my face, losing my fingers in the stubble. I look like f*cking hell. Losing your heart does that to a man. I have to get her back… I have to.

“I think the f*ckers are just underestimating your fire power, ese,” Diesel says, strolling in like he owns the f*cking world.

“Or maybe they realize what a f*cking fool I was to concentrate on attacking them and not protecting my woman.”

“No word?” Diesel says, kicking a chair out and straddling the back of it between his legs, propping his hands on the top of it.

“She was pushed into a limo right outside the hospital,” I tell him. “It wasn’t Colin with her. Fucker knew where the cameras were, so his face was hidden. I have no idea who he is.”

“Redmond?”

“I don’t know.”

I’m fishing in the f*cking dark here and that’s what drives me crazy. With Colin, I know what to worry about. If this is Redmond, then why is he making himself known now? What the f*ck does he want with Beth? Is she going to be a pawn in a f*cking play for power? The pencil I’m holding in my hand snaps. I throw the pieces at the table in frustration. I hate this f*cking song and dance shit. Why can’t the motherf*cker just be a man and face me head on?

“How’s Pistol and Latch?” asks Diesel.

“Pistol just got out of surgery,” I tell him. “They say the f*cker should be okay. Latch is fine, already trying to bang a nurse. Are we ready for fireworks?” I ask Torch. I’m f*cking tired and need to concentrate on Beth.

“Yeah, boss. We upped the firepower. Because of the long range this time, I’ll type the coordinates and codes into the computer and there will be about a one minute delay before the charges ignite.”

“Let’s hit Colin’s pretties first. I’m in the mood to f*ck up his playthings,” I tell him while looking at the screen, which shows Colin’s private garage that has over fifty cars housed in it. They range from the rarest of classic vehicles to state-of-the-art. These beauties are solely Colin’s, especially the 1950’s Ariel 650 Cyclone in the corner.

“Got it. Command code sent, boss,” Torch says.

We sit back and watch. True to his word, in about a minute we watch as the explosion starts. We only get to see inside for one blast. Fire erupts and I get the joy of seeing the motorcycle destroyed before the building is toast, along with the camera. Torch switches to another view. This time, it’s a camera across the street, and we watch as the building burns to the ground. Fire trucks come charging in, but they can’t help save and contain what is already gone.