Last Ride (Wind Dragons MC #5.5)(14)

He grins, a little too evilly for my liking, and says, “What I want is the Wind Dragons to leave me the f*ck alone. Everyone thinks they’re so smart, but they’re all f*cking stupid.”

My eyes widen. “Are you with the Wild Men or the Kings of Hell? People are just changing MCs like they’re changing their underwear, aren’t they?”

Could the man in front of me be Talon’s traitor?

He slams his hand down on the table he’s sitting at, making me jump. “We’re going to use you as bait. When Sin and the rest of those f*cks come here, we’re going to kill you. In front of them. No one f*cks with the Kings.”

I can’t help it; I roll my eyes.

This guy is so f*cking dumb, and he clearly just likes the sound of his own voice. At least I’m funny—this guy is just a douche. I feel like I should pretend to be worried, so he thinks his ingenious plan won’t be thwarted by the real heroes in this little story—the Wind Dragon men. It would probably be smart, but the pride in me won’t let me keep my big mouth shut.

I’m a fighter.

“Are you sure you want to kill me?” I ask, keeping my tone even. “It would be a shame to obliterate such beauty. Looks like mine don’t come along every day.”

“I’m totally okay with that,” he replies, standing up and approaching me with a bottle of water. “Have a sip. Need to keep you alive until our plan plays out.”

He brings the bottle to my lips and I open my mouth. He pours a mouthful in, then takes it away. I want more, but I don’t ask. I know he won’t give it to me, and he’ll enjoy that fact. I can manage for now. It hasn’t been long, and I’m not dying of thirst, although by tomorrow I probably will be. My captor exits the warehouse, and I’m left alone with my thoughts. My wrists are now raw from trying to get out of the binds, and they’re stinging something fierce.

Well, shit.

This isn’t how I planned my night to go.

How am I meant to sleep like this?

Dex, where are you?



Sin

“It’s not the Wild Men,” Talon says when I approach him at the front of our clubhouse. “They’re too scared of me and Ranger. Slice is keeping them all under control, so it’s not them, which only leaves us one option.”

“The Kings,” I say, a muscle ticking in my jaw.

“It makes sense. They were selling drugs with whoever betrayed me,” Talon says, cracking his knuckles. “When do you want to do this?”

“They’re probably expecting us tonight,” I say, trying to think of the best plan of action. I slide my phone out of my pocket and call Arrow and Tracker, telling them to come back to the clubhouse, like, now. They tell me that they have the camera footage, but the men who took Faye had their heads covered, so we don’t know who it is. We can still analyze the footage and see if we can find anything that helps though. When I hang up, I look at Talon. “We need to see what we’re up against.”

“Few of us go in and check it out?”

I nod. “I think we should suss it out. We could run in now, guns blazing, but it’s going to be a bloodbath. I don’t want to lose any of my men. I need to be smart about this, but it’s so f*ckin’ hard not knowing what the f*ck they’re doing to my woman right now. Fuck!” I turn around, running my hands through my hair, then joining my fingers and resting them against the back of my neck.

I need to hit something.

How did we not see this coming?

I wait until the men return and have them all sitting at the table.

“We’re going to the Kings clubhouse,” I announce, looking at their faces. “We don’t know where they have her. Any ideas about the best way to handle this?”

“A few of us can go to scope out the situation, or we can all show up, a united front, and demand that they hand her over now,” Ranger says, glancing around the table. He looks on alert, ready to go to war, and in this moment I know I’ve made the right decision by letting him become one of us.

“This isn’t a normal f*ckin’ situation. They’ve declared war by taking Faye,” I add, jaw tight. “United front. I like that. Everyone get your weapons ready. They’ll expect us tonight, so why don’t we surprise them instead.”

“Five a.m. sounds like a good time,” Arrow suggests, running his hand down his beard. “They definitely won’t expect that. They’ll all be asleep, yeah? Maybe have one or two men awake to keep guard.”

I stand up. “I’m going to get ready. You guys do the same, then try to get a little sleep, okay?”

I definitely won’t be able to sleep, but that doesn’t mean that they should stay up with me. I don’t think I’ll sleep until I have her, safe and sound, in my arms once more. Who the f*ck do the Kings think they are?

They have no idea who they’re messing with. We took care of them before, and now they’re back for revenge. But they should have left it alone, because when I’m done with them, they’ll have nothing left of their club.

Nothing.

Some might think that what they did was ballsy, but it was just plain stupid. We’ll never give up. And if they’ve hurt my wife, we’ll never stop hunting them. They may as well kill themselves now and get it over with.

The Kings of Hell MC are nobodies.