Page 11 of Saving Her

I nod. “They have Squaller filming it. Eyeball and Demon will be in the control room, watching the monitors. There’s a party going on at the main club. The rest of the men will be there. Once I finish, Squaller and I are supposed to transfer the girls to the clubhouse. That’s when Demon and Eyeball are supposed to take their turns in front of the rest of the men. The plan is to toss them out to the others once they finish,” I explain.

“I’m going to gut them. Every fucking one!” Dragon howls, pain and fury laced in words that feel like they could cut and slice you open from the inside out. The other guy—his Devil’s Blaze patch says Skull—is letting out a stream of curse words, but they’re all in Spanish. My Spanish sucks, but I do recognize a few words, so I get the gist.

“Did you get chosen for first because of Dad?” Dom asks. He’s very calm, but I know there’s fury beneath. He’s keeping a tight rein on everything, but it is visible in his eyes. He’s different than he used to be. I find the change surprising, but I shrug it away. Now’s not the time. Besides, it’s not like Dom and I will ever be friends. T and I are a fluke. If he hadn’t joined my club, we probably never would have had a relationship.

“They know your dad is my sperm donor, if that’s what you’re asking. I pushed to go first. Making sure they knew that with as much as I hated your father and knowing what he was supposed to be to me, it would hurt him more. All I had to do was plant the seeds, and the fuckers fell into line, not even realizing it. I’m going to share drinks with the three in the control room. Once that’s done, I’ll go get the girls. We’ll have very limited time for the rescue. If this is going to work, I’m going to need a few men waiting for me at the bottom of Buck Mountain?—”

“Why can’t we just drive up the main road?” Dom asks.

“There are gates blocking the park. They’re chained and charged with electricity.”

“We can ram it. That would get them in our custody and safe much sooner,” Skull interjects.

“That would alert the Ferals to what we’re doing. That’s the last thing we want. We may be close to Cherokee, but it would leave a lot of room for not only the women and our men to get killed, but the residents of this quiet town would be collateral damage. This is the best way to go here. I can get the girls out and bring them down the mountain. We can load them up and get quickly into Cherokee. Ford has already cleared it with the Saint’s Outlaws. There’s an old mill in Saunooke Village. It’s in the middle of the Cherokee reservation. That’s a line even the Feral Kings MC won’t cross. They have strings they can pull with the locals, but causing a war on federally protected land is the main reason Feral Kings haven’t just attacked the Saint’s Outlaws outright and tried to take everything over.”

“Fuck,” Dragon growls.

“We can proceed like this, then hide the girls in the basement of the mill. That will get the girls out of the crossfire. Hangman and his men have already sent out warnings to people in the area they trust. They’re set to lead the charge against the Ferals. They want them gone and were gearing up to attack them soon. Viper said their club was just trying to wait until their Prez, Blade, gets out of the Federal pen. Since the Feral Kings have bumped up against the SOMC’s territory and taken over an old, abandoned amusement park as their unofficial clubhouse, that can’t wait any longer. That’s why they’re throwing their hats into the ring.”

“Can we trust them?” Skull asks. Dragon just keeps staring at me.

“I trust them before I do you guys and we’re defending your women—so you do the math.”

“Me and Skull will be at the foot of the mountain,” Dragon grunts.

“T and I are going too. We’ll walk up the mountain and help.”

I frown. “Dragon and Skull can walk up and help. You and T wait in the SUV at the bottom.”

“Man, that’s my mom?—”

“Not about that, Dom. That girl may cause trouble if it’s you. T has filled me in on the drama. Dragon needs to be there for Nicole and Skull has a better chance of containing his daughter. That’s if your old man thinks he can make up the hill. I know when you get his age, arthritis can be a bitch.”

“King,” T grumbles.

I watch Dragon. I’m pretty sure he’s grinding his teeth into dust, but he doesn’t respond.

“Okay, it’s settled. If you’re going to be at the top of the hill, you need to be there by nine. It will take us an hour to get down the hill. The shit I’m going to give Eyeball and the others should knock them out for a few hours.”

“Why not just slit their throats?” Dom asks.

“I’d rather no one know I’m double crossing the club until I have the women safe. Plus, it’d be a fight and I can take on the motherfuckers, but it wouldn’t be easy to take out all three. I could slit their throats when they’re out, I suppose, but what if one of the other men finds them before I get away with the girls? The old service road is grown up, full of huge rocks and trees. It’s an hour hike for me one way. Having the women with me, will only add to that time. I need in and out of there quickly, all while doing it without being discovered.”

“I want to be the one to end Eyeball’s life. He will pay for touching what’s mine,” Dragon snaps. “Besides, I need to find out what that picture of Irish was about. That motherfucker is dead. We all know it. So, why did they send a picture of him?”

“Fine, whatever. Just get it done,” Dom mutters, holding his hand up in surrender, clearly not agreeing. “I think it’s a stupid move. Ending the threat should come before revenge.”

Dom’s right. In his place, I would want the threat gone immediately. Still, I wasn’t lying. I need time and I have to move quickly. This is the safest bet—even if Eyeball needs to be feeding the worms more than any other motherfucker I’ve ever met. I shake my head as I stare at Dom. I think I’m starting to have a little bit of respect for the asshole.

Jesus, what is going on with me?

Chapter 9

Dom

“Hey, Gorgeous.”

“Dom,” Thea breathes through the phone and just the sound of my name on her tongue calms me. “I was worried. What’s going on?”

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