Page 88 of Savage Desires

Kisten yanks me to his chest. “You look like a warrior ready for battle. A sexy warrior that I can’t wait to ravage later.”

I nip his chin. “We better go. I want this done.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

KISTEN

My irritation grows with every idiotic question out of Nolan's mouth. The only thing keeping me from snapping is Willow's strong presence at my side. There's zero trepidation or anxiety coming from her. After meeting everyone earlier, she relaxed and even teased the big bad bikers who are completely wrapped around her little finger. Shawn's guys aren't much better. Not that I'm surprised; she has that effect on men. Tex is the only holdout, but after watching Willow shoot, he at least changed his tune about her being capable of holding her own tonight.

"Enough! We aren't changing the plans at the last minute. If you have a problem with your part in it… leave," Willow says boldly.

Everyone looks at her like she's grown two heads. Chante gives a little whoop of support, and Mauve is very vocal in her agreement. There's a lot of grumbling from Nolan and Jack, who has always been up Nolan's ass. I'm not surprised to see them teaming up, which means that Jack and the four guys with him aren't to be trusted.

There's no way to know how many Irish will be lying in wait at the mansion, but there are only nine men with Nolan here. Goose confirmed from his hiding spot that the four men who were watching the warehouse are among the nine who came in with Nolan. It makes me think that Seamus isn't aware of what his son is up to.

"Where's Seamus?" T.J. asks as if he read my mind. "He's normally not one to sit these things out."

Nolan sneers at him. "He trusts me to handle business."

T.J. holds his hands up placatingly and gives me a knowing look. Seems we're both leaning toward Seamus being innocent of being a traitor, though he is guilty of letting his piece-of-shit son run any part of his business.

The clock strikes two A.M., and the people heading to the mansion leave. It'll take them about an hour to get into place. The rest of us will head to Mecca in about thirty minutes, and we will wait until the others are in place so we can hit them both simultaneously.

Gunner lets me know they are good to go at the mansion and will contact me when they finish. I hate that we won't be in constant contact, but having two groups doing different operations on comms would be a hindrance. Hurley is our tech support for the night and will be in constant contact with both of our groups. The original crew that does these rescue missions with me doesn't use comms. It works to our advantage big time because we can fly under the radar more easily.

I get a text from Cutter that lets me know he and Zeke are in place. They went ahead of us to watch Mecca, and so far, it looks like business as usual. They close the club, and about fifteen minutes later, the regular club employees leave. Twenty more minutes pass before several men they assume are involved in the other side of the business leave out a back door and get into two black SUVs.

So far, Willow's information is spot on. It's a little concerning that things appear normal when we know they had advanced notice of our planned attack. I'm guessing everything is not as it seems. Unfortunately, the only way to find out is by getting inside.

Willow holds my hand the entire drive to Mecca. Shawn and Goose are in the back of the SUV. We're all quiet, mentally preparing for what we're about to do. I can tell Willow is worried about the women. She confessed that she's terrified that they might dispose of all the women before we can save them. I tried to alleviate her worries. The likelihood that they would get rid of that many of their slaves is low. Women cost money, and they won't want to lose such a substantial investment.

The Russians are also overly confident bastards. They will think there's no chance we can beat them, especially with Nolan and whoever else is on their side feeding them information. They will expect tonight to be an easy win, and they'll be back to business as usual tomorrow. It's too bad for them that we're ready for them.

We park and wait for word from Nolan. He felt important as fuck when we put him in charge of the operation at the mansion. It'll be so satisfying when he realizes his double-cross has been thwarted, and his dumbass was never really in charge. Almost sad I'm going to miss the moment of realization.

"Where's Hera?" Willow asks.

She's the only one that wasn't included in any of the plans we made. She doesn't do structured attacks. She'll decide where she pops up and when bringing devastation wherever she goes. Out of everyone she's the one I worry about the least. Her crazy ass will outlive us all. She's like a cat with nine lives.

"She'll pop up at just the right time. Don't worry about her."

"I'm a little terrified to see what she has planned in all of this," Willow admits.

I laugh. "Whatever it is will be memorable, I'm sure."

My phone lights up with a text from Nolan—everything's a go at the mansion.

"Time to move out. Remember to watch your back. Jack and his guys are not on our side."

The rest of Shawn's team joins us, and we move as a unit to the front entrance. Jack and his people are entering through the back. I want them as far from Willow as possible when they turn on us. We do a quick comms check before we head inside. Tex quickly unlocks the doors and disables the alarm. Even though they know we are coming we want to use as much stealth as possible. We don't know who will be alerted by the alarm, and I'd rather not chance it being a signal for more men to show up.

The club is illuminated only by the lights behind the bar, leaving the room mostly in darkness. It's the perfect set-up for an ambush. Shawn gives the signal for us to move. Shawn and Goose stick with Willow and me as we take the left side of the space towards the bar. So far, all is quiet. Whoever is hiding in here is being patient.

There are two rapid shots from our right followed by another. That was what they were waiting for because more than a dozen men come out from hiding and start firing at us. Shawn and I flip two tables, giving us cover. Willow is calm beside me. She quickly assesses things and then aims her gun towards the balcony. She fires three shots. A man falls over the edge and lands with a thud on the ground. I'm sure there is another body upstairs with a matching bullet wound in his head. There's a shouted curse and the sound of someone stumbling upstairs.

"Fucker moved," Willow growls. "Ruined my streak."

There's gunfire and shouts of pain all around us. Willow has fired three more times, but I'm distracted with my own targets, so I have to trust that she has her side covered. She shifts beside me, and before I can do anything, she runs out from our cover to the right. My heart lurches as I fire in the direction of whoever is shooting at us, trying to provide cover even though I can't see where the shots are coming from.

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