Last Ride (Wind Dragons MC #5.5)(16)

“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 motherf*cker 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ bother saying you don’t know shit. I’m not bluffing, I will f*ckin’ kill anyone I have to, to find her.”

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 f*cking 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.