Released (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(16)

“Good. Then they’ll know not to mess with her,” I grumble at T-Rex.”

“Not so good,” Beast objects, and his deep voice quiets the room down. “Little girls are supposed to be cherished and taken care of. They shouldn’t need to tell anyone shit. That’s our job.” The room goes completely silent now. The man’s eyes are glued on little Gabby and there’s such pain coming off of him, it swamps the room. I haven’t had Gabby long, but I swear I don’t see how Beast does it. I don’t know how the bastard still finds the courage to breathe.

I clear my throat over the lump I have in it and I hold a sleeping Gabby a little tighter. “Okay, let’s talk business. Namely, Matthew. Do we know anything about this damn cabin he’s holed up at?”

“It’s a freaking cabin in Hurricane, Tennessee,” Torch says.

“Tennessee? What’s the * doing so f*cking close? That’s not even three hours away!” Briar growls.

“If I had to guess, I’d say he’s staying close so he and Colin can attack easier,” I answer.

“You think they’re planning shit?” Latch asks.

“Seguro.” I know they are. I can feel it.

“Then we should give them the fight they want,” Beast murmurs, and I agree one hundred and fifty percent.

“What do we know about the cabin?” I prompt.

“They have it guarded like f*cking Fort Knox,” Torch says, and finally he is all business. Well, except for his t-shirt that has a giant rooster on it being whipped by a shadow figure which is obviously a very well-endowed female. Writing under the picture proclaims his wife is a giant cock tamer. Christo. I have no idea where he finds these motherf*cking shirts.

“Any weaknesses?” I ask him, turning my mind back to the business at hand.

“The property butts up against the Green River. I think we can bring a boat in from the East and slip through the defenses there pretty easily. Plus, surveillance shows that bastard Matthew and about ten of his top henchmen. Sadly, there’s no sign of that f*cker Colin. I think it’s pretty clear that word has gotten out we’re hunting them.”

“Good, I want them to fear what’s coming,” I tell him.

“Might make them harder to find,” Sabre cautions.

“I’ll find them,” I tell him coldly. “Torch, what about explosives? I’m not about to walk into another f*cking mess like last time,” I growl.

“That’s Colin’s calling card, mostly,” Beast says, and I know he’s upset I didn’t take Colin out and, instead, exacted all my revenge on Redmond. That’s on me, too. I was too f*cked up in the head to see what was going on.

“There’s a supply building on the outskirts of the property line on the south side. Scans show that it contains explosives inside, but that’s it. Of course, we can’t be a hundred percent sure until we get in there, but it looks like it’s mostly clear,” Torch informs us.

“The cabin itself might be sketchy, but with the bastard inside it, I don’t see it being rigged to blow,” Clutch adds.

“Anything else pop up through surveillance that might help us?” I question the brothers, shifting Gabby in my arms. For being barely two, she’s a chunk.

“Glad you asked, boss. Matthew and his men are randy motherf*ckers. They have women delivered for a party every Friday,” Torch says with a grin.

He knows as well as I do, this is our in.

“That’s two days away. T-Rex, you’re over the women. Do you think Clara and a few girls would be willing to help us out?”

Briar sits back with a calculating look. “You’re thinking of intercepting their shipment with our own girls?” he asks.

“Damn straight,” I answer without hesitation.

“I don’t want the girls hurt,” he says.

“Shit, man. We’ve trained our women in hand-to-hand so good they can take down any man. Plus, they can fire any gun on and off the market with pinpoint precision. Clara helped train them. Let her handpick the ones we should use,” I answer.

The men around me seemingly grunt in approval. It wasn’t an exaggeration. The first thing we do when we agree to take a woman on is to train her so she can take care of herself. If a john tries to rough her up, we’ll send our own message, but she damn sure will make certain he doesn’t take what she isn’t willing to give.

“How many are we going to need?” T-Rex asks.

“Manny is their supplier. He usually brings seven girls.”

“Fucking Manny. Does Diesel know Manny’s tramping around in his territory?” I ask Torch.

“He does now. He wasn’t exactly happy.”

I nod in agreement. Diesel will nail his ass to the wall. Manny won’t be an issue.

“Okay. Let’s set it up. I want enough firepower to light up Afghanistan on a cloudy night,” I order.

“How many men we talking?” Beast asks.

“Me, you, T-Rex, Latch, and Shaft.”

“Boss,” Sabre starts at about the same time Torch interjects.

“No f*cking way!” Everything in him is ready for a fight.

Shit, why can’t my men just listen to f*cking orders?





My nerves pick up as the meeting starts. It’s so hard to even watch Skull, let alone hear his voice. I stand behind Katie and try to calm my nerves. I know what I’m planning on doing is crazy in the eyes of some. I don’t care. I need to do this. Redmond and my grandfather took so much from me and Katie. I may have lived in hell for a little while, but Katie lived in it a lot longer. I need to do this for me, for Katie, and especially for Gabby. I owe it to all of us. They took so much from me and Katie, but Gabby? They took her chance to grow up in a happy home with both her parents, and I never want her to be used as a pawn in the family. They must be destroyed. Even as I’m justifying my reasons, I know the real truth. I know why I want to destroy Matthew and Colin. I rub my upper arms in memory… in just one memory of hundreds. If anyone needed to die, it would be my stepbrothers.