Redemption Road (Vicious Cycle #2)(86)

Loud, panicked voices and heavy boots stomping down the hallway caused a chill to run down my spine. I hurried over to the door and threw it open. I gasped at the sight of Deacon and Mac carrying Bishop into his room. I ran into the hallway, forgetting all about watching Wyatt.

Boone stopped me before I could go into Bishop’s room. “What’s happened? What’s wrong with Bishop?”

With a grimace, Boone replied, “He’s been shot. Breakneck’s on the way.”

Craning my neck, I surveyed the group of men in the hallway. Rev was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s Rev?” When no one answered me, it felt like I was free-falling off the edge of a cliff, my arms and legs pinwheeling madly. “Where is Rev?” I demanded again, my voice growing shrill.

Deacon appeared in the doorway. His face and arms were torn with ragged cuts, and dried blood crusted over the deep scratches. With legs that shook so hard they could barely support me, I lunged at him.

“Where is Rev?”

“We were ambushed on the way home from our meeting. He took Rev.”

I didn’t have to ask who had taken Rev. I knew without a shadow of a doubt. “Oh my God,” I murmured.

Deacon’s arms reached out for me, pulling me against him. “We’re going to get Rev back, Annabel. Mendoza took him for a reason. If he didn’t plan on making demands of us, he would have killed Rev then.”

“You don’t know Mendoza,” I whispered. Flashes of his vicious eyes, his volatile temper, and his never-ending cruelty raced through my mind.

Tilting my head to cause me to look at him, Deacon said, “Mendoza is pretty much f*cked. He has both us and now the Rodriguez cartel on his ass. He’s not going to win this one. We’re already working on tracing his phone to find him.”

I wanted to believe Deacon. I couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world without Rev. After all, he was my world—the sun, the moon, and the stars. I knew I needed more security than just what the Raiders could do.

“We need help.”

Deacon’s brows rose in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to take one chance when it comes to Rev’s life.”

“I said we would—”

“I’m calling my father. I want the FBI or the ATF or whoever the hell takes out men like Mendoza to make sure Rev gets out of this alive.”

A collective intake of breath came from the other members of the Raiders. Deacon’s expression darkened. “We don’t work with the feds.”

With adrenaline pumping obscene amounts of courage into me, I stood toe-to-toe with Deacon. “You might not work with the feds, but I do.” When Deacon growled with frustration, I countered, “Think about it for a minute. Mendoza would never imagine you coming at him with the feds, would he?”

“Probably not.”

“I think it’s pretty clear what Mendoza is going to demand when he does reach out to you.”

Deacon winced. “I imagined as much.”

“Then I think if I’m the target it’s only fair I get a say in this.”

“She’s right,” Alexandra said behind us. Outfitted in a robe, she stood at the entrance to her bedroom. “It’s just like with me and Sigel. You have to come at them where they least expect it.”

“I’m not sure when women started having a f*cking say in the way this club runs, but it sure as hell needs to be stopped. Fucking pronto,” Deacon grumbled.

Holding up my phone, I said, “Sometimes you don’t have to have a dick to come up with the best plan.”

Deacon stared openmouthed at me before slamming his hand against the wall. He breathed heavily for a few seconds. “Fine. Call your father and the feds. You just make sure that nothing blows back on the Raiders since we’re going legit.”

“You’re such an *,” I muttered as I started dialing my father.

“Damn straight, babe,” Deacon replied.

TWENTY-FOUR

REV

Oh, sweet Jesus, the pain. Fiery torrents of it plagued every inch of my body. It pulled me out of the depths of unconsciousness. The smell of burning flesh assaulted my nose. It took a few seconds for my brain to process that it was my own skin being burned.

My eyes shot open to see Mendoza standing before me with a blowtorch in his hands. When I tried to jerk away, I found my hands were bound and my arms were stretched above my head. I had been stripped of my shirt to give him better access to torture me.

“Glad to see you’re back with me. I was almost afraid I had kicked you too hard. I didn’t want you to miss out on the fun.”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

He rewarded my outburst by singeing my bare lower back until I couldn’t bite back my screams. I panted and heaved as I tried to stay upright. When I moved, it felt like the entire layer of skin on my back was peeling off as it blistered and bubbled.

“You know you deserve much worse for what you and your men did to my camp. Do you know the money you cost me?”

I didn’t answer him. I knew if I opened my mouth I would throw up from the searing pain biting my flesh. Instead, I focused my energy on staring him down.

Mendoza met my glare. “But the worst thing you did was taking my Roja from me.”

Gulping down the bile rising in my throat, I grunted through gritted teeth, “She isn’t yours. She never was.”