Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
My attention stayed on Tanner. Because it wouldn’t just be a war for him; it would be against his family. I wasn’t sure his loyalty to the club would survive going against his daddy, uncle, and younger brother.
I got to my feet. “I’m in.”
Smiler got to his feet too. “I’m in.”
AK stood. Flame and Viking followed a second later. Tank, Bull . . . and finally Tanner got to his feet. He lifted his blue eyes and said, “I’m in.”
Ky stood, followed by Styx. Styx nodded. His hands lifted. “Then we go.”
My fucking chest swelled. Ky looked at me. “Someone told that fucker, Garcia, where you were.”
I nodded, trying to think . . . “The vet,” I realized, and tried to remember his name. “Gomez. Tito Gomez.” I shook my head, more than pissed at myself, realizing we never had a chance to get Tanner to check his background because of everything that went down with Ky.
Ky nodded at Tanner. Tanner nodded back then left the room, no doubt to get what he could on the guy.
Styx lifted his hands. “We leave in thirty. Do whatever the fuck you have to do. We have a brother and club sister to get back.”
“And a few fucking Nazis and Mexicanos to pick a war with,” Viking added. He smiled. “My kind of fucking day!”
The brothers filed out. Just as I went to leave, Ky put his arm out, stopping me dead. “She’s strong,” he said. I heard a whole world of pain in my VP’s voice. How the fuck could there not be? The last thing Sia said to him was that she wanted nothing to do with him anymore.
“I know.” I pushed past his arm. “They both are.”
I walked out into the bar and took my pills from my cut. I swallowed them and went to the armory for guns. With every second that passed, I pictured their faces in my head. With every fucking breath I took, I let the years of name-calling, fucking punches I’d taken, and bruises gained build inside me until I was a walking ball of rage. And thirty minutes later as I got on Sia’s old man’s bike, Ky glancing at me on it like he was seeing a fucking ghost, we pulled out of the compound.
We had a vet to visit.
*****
Blood spattered against the fucker’s wall as Ky slammed another fist against his mouth. Tito fucking Gomez’s head snapped back . . . then the prick smiled. Blood clung to his white teeth. Ky’s white shirt was bright red. Styx stood behind the VP, stoic. But I could see in his hazel eyes that he was ready to fucking kill this bastard.
“You’ll crack,” Ky insisted, shedding his cut and shirt. His bare, ripped body came into view. Ky rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. He took a knife and sliced it down the fucker’s chest. “Have a cousin in the Quintana cartel, huh?” the VP said, as if he were as calm as the fucking sky after a summer storm. His eyes told a different story. He was all fucking thunder and hurricanes.
Ky took the canister of gas he’d brought and poured it right over Gomez’s fresh cut. He screamed, but he kept his mouth shut. His teeth chattered with pain, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the chair he was tied to.
“Works with Garcia,” Ky went on, drawing another inch-long slash down the prick’s arm.
I stood to the side, shaking, needing to unleash fucking hell on this dick. As if sensing me, he turned his head. “Your friend’s tattoo gave you away.” I froze. “I had not long heard from my cousin. I hadn’t seen him in years. When he told me who he was looking for, I knew that Garcia’s Elysia Willis had to be Helen Smith. Your boyfriend’s tattoo confirmed it.”
Tanner burst through the door, Gomez’s cell in his hand. “Got a lead off this asshole’s cell. His cousin is definitely working with Garcia. Spoke to the Diablos’ prez. Diablos know where to go once we’re there. Their sergeant-at-arms is ex-Quintana cartel. Did some work with Garcia a while back. He’s confirmed he’s still in the same place as years ago.” He shrugged. “Brother is pretty fucking good at extracting, from what Chavez says. And better still, knows Garcia and his fuckers inside out.”
Ky turned to Gomez. He took Styx’s German knife and slammed it into the fucker’s chest. As Gomez screamed, Ky pulled the knife out and looked up. I could see the war on his face, but he said, “You want the last blow?”
I was moving before I’d even taken a breath. “She fucking trusted you,” I snarled at his fucked-up face.
I saw something that looked like regret flash in his eyes. “If I hadn’t given her up . . . if I’d hidden her identity, they would have come for me instead.”