Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(53)

The waitress finally comes over. I hand her a fifty dollar bill. “Keep the change, darlin’,” I tell her. I get up and walk calmly to the back of the building, turning the corner just as I hear the bell ring, indicating the Saints have made it inside.

“Hunter? What’s going on?” Katie asks when she sees me.

“I’ll explain it when we get out of here, sweetness.”

I take her arm and head for the back exit, only to find they’ve apparently made some security improvements since I’ve been here last. “Fuck.”

“What? What is it?” Katie asks, confused.

“There’s a damn buzzer on the door.”

“So disable it.”

“That would take way too long,” I say back. “We’ll have to find another way out. Maybe there’s a window in the kitchen…”

I trail off as she slips a hand into her bra. To my surprise, she pulls out a pocket knife and pops it open.

“Where did you hide that?” I growl, because shit, if she’s been hiding it this long, does that mean she had it when I first took her hostage?

“Beauty of having Double D’s,” she answers, not paying me much mind at all. “You can hide a lot of shit under them.” Then, she uses the knife to pop off the face plate of the alarm.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” I note, more than a little amazed. I’m good at technical shit. I can wire up a bomb and I can do anything you want to do using computers. But Katie’s skill at disabling this alarm is scary good. Shit, I’d say she could outdo Briar at it, and he’s the club’s best at bypassing alarms by hand.

“It’s just a cheap home security system,” she mumbles, taking a pin from her hair. “If I hadn’t learned to disable these, I would have never discovered boys.” The next thing I know, she’s got the door open and the alarm is completely silent. She’s standing there looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hell, maybe I have. I know I’m standing there with my mouth open. “You, ready?”

I nod, shaking off my shock, then lead her to the jeep. We’re halfway there when I see the guy they have posted outside. Trouble is, he sees me too. I toss Katie the keys.

“Get out of here, sweetness. Get the f*ck out and once you get away, call the club in Kentucky and tell Skull the Chrome Saints are after you. He’ll protect you and help bring Beth in safe.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Katie hisses.

I pull my eyes away from the man walking towards us. “No!” I say back to her. “Get the hell out of here while you can!”

“Hunter! That’s Levi!” she says, naming Colin’s cousin.

“I know, so get the f*ck out and don’t give me any lip!”

She shoots me a look like I’ve gone insane. Shit, maybe I have. I could have run for it, even though running doesn’t sit well with me. Doing that, however, meant Katie also having to run, and she’s not able to. I’m pretty sure I can take all of those motherf*ckers myself, but if they join up, the chances go down. I picked the wrong day to leave my gun in the car. I didn’t want to draw attention to us, so I just kept my knife.

Katie finally takes off, heeding my command. I turn my attention to the approaching man.

“Well, if it isn’t one of the Devil’s pussies,” Levi says.

I’m going to enjoy messing his face up.

“Levi, I see you’re putting on a few pounds. Did you have to trade your ride in for a trike so you can cart your ass around with the rest of you?”

“I’m gonna like beating your ass, boy.”

“Carmen told me you preferred dicks. That’s why she came looking for me,” I tell him, talking about the bitch he claimed a year or so ago.

His face goes red, and he throws the first punch. I manage to dodge it, since he broadcast it for five minutes. I deliver one to his stomach, then his ribs, as he uppercuts me. The blow rattles me, but I shake it off and come back at him, finally scoring a good hit to his nose. Blood splatters everywhere and Levi goes back, falling on the blacktop parking lot. He’s shaking his head, trying to get his bearings. When I hear footsteps running, I look up to see Levi’s buddies head toward us. I’m preparing for a fight when Katie’s Jeep suddenly slides to a stop in front of me. It moved so fast it comes close to tipping on two tires.

“Hop in!” she orders.

I don’t have to be told twice. I jump in the Jeep, and we tear out of the parking lot, the trailer and my bike hooked on the back. I grab my phone and hit redial.

“Skull, we’ve got problems,” I tell him the second he picks up the phone.

Damn it.





“Someone needs to kill Colin, slowly and painfully,” I growl, driving down the road.

“I’m pretty sure Skull’s already making plans,” Torch says and from the corner of my eye, I can see him staring at where he tossed the phone after hearing Skull go on for ten minutes.

“If he manages to do that, I might grow to like the *.”

My mind churning, I don’t know what to do. If Colin’s flunkies find me, could they possibly be closing in on Bethie and the baby, too? Shit.

“He’ll do it. It just might get real bloody. Step on the gas, sweetness. Levi and his *s won’t be far behind and I’d rather not have a shootout with you here between us.”