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Chapter 15

Tango

We had ridden hard in order to get to the meet up point with enough time to set up and be prepared for the King’s Demons. A quick shot of adrenaline to the system when someone was there waiting on us gave me the boost I needed to chase away the exhaustion that was eating away at my bones. A lone figure stood next to the Harley Road King Special that sat out front. I almost laughed, because it was always the older guys with the touring bikes, but this man couldn’t have been more than mid-thirties.

We maneuvered our bikes into two groups, one along the side of the building and the other around the back under a canopied area that would hide them and make it look like we showed with a lot less men. I stayed with Iceman and Shameless as we moved to greet the stranger among us, the one wearing a King’s Demons kutte.

“Guy,” Iceman greeted, as if this were an expected outcome.

“Iceman,” Guy returned before blowing out a breath and shaking his head. “Checked into some things. Seems you were on the level with the information you were giving us. My men know the deal. They won’t engage to help or hinder.”

“Good to know,” Iceman stated. “You know if they have Frank?”

He tipped his head down and up again as we watched. “Alive, last I saw, but worked over real well. He should be rolling in with them in about an hour. We should get some things worked out before then.” Iceman agreed and moved to head into the abandoned service station with most of the other men. Shameless held me back for a minute, looking me over and noting that my whole body seemed to be shaking with pent up anger.

“What in the fuck is going on?”

“Figured you needed some explanation, so let’s get this out of the way, and then you’re going to do your part today.”

“Which is?”

“Being a brother and doing what’s asked of you. Ice has been in touch with Guy for a couple days now. King’s Demons don’t exactly operate in the legal realm, but neither do they traffic in women. That was apparently something specific to their Reno Chapter, and while they had heard rumblings about it, no one could ever verify it.”

“Until Liza,” I stated coolly.

“Until Liza,” Shameless agreed. “Frank was also instrumental. Seems when they were beating him he told them they’d never get his sister again, she wouldn’t become one of their slaves like the women she saw when they had taken her before. Spouted off about the brands they’d put on her. That’s when Guy reached out to Iceman for confirmation. He sent pictures of your woman’s arms.

“How the fuck did he get those?”

“Cameras in the bar back room are pretty sweet, T. She was on camera in there with Amy remember?”

I remembered. It hadn’t been that long ago. Shit. “Okay, so then what? You meant to tell me that the Colorado Chapter of King’s Demons is about to turn on their Reno brothers?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. They’re cutting out the bad seed.”

“And using us to do it?”

“Let’s say they’re giving us an opportunity for some retribution before it’s too late.”

“Vanquish and Random both going to be here?”

“Far as I know, yeah. Random thinks he’s getting the girl back, and he doesn’t go anywhere without his right hand man.”

“Good. They’re mine,” I declared.

“Figured you’d say something like that.” Shameless slapped me on the back and started walking toward the convenience store part of the old service station. “You may only get a shot at one, so figure out which one you want your vengeance on the most the one that nearly raped her or the one that put the brands on her and gave the order for her to be snatched up in the first place.”

“Fuck,” I hissed out. “Random then. He’s the one who ordered it and the one who branded her.” I could see it in my mind. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to that bastard, and it was likely going to a take damn good while before I got bored with him. I wasn’t certain the guys would let me go that dark, but I was damn sure planning to make the asshole hurt before sent on to hell where he belonged.

“All right, come on, let’s go find out what the plan of the day is then,” Shameless tossed the words over his shoulder as if he were contemplating the daily special at a restaurant. I had to respect the man for maintaining his cool in any situation. That was why he was the club enforcer still even though he was getting older. We went into the building, listened to the plan, and then we had to wait another 45 minutes before the rumble of Harley engines echoed off in the distance. From the sounds of it, there were a lot of them too. Not that we hadn’t been expecting that since there were at least seven men from the Reno Chapter and then another eight from Boulder riding on their heels.

They rolled up with a cocky confidence that almost had me wondering if Iceman hadn’t fallen into a trap with the President of the Boulder Chapter instead of having him help us, but the man came out of the building and stood beside Iceman as the King’s Demons rolled up and stopped in the parking lot opposite where half our bikes had been parked in order to make it appear as though we rode here with less numbers than we had. I wasn’t too certain that part of our plan would work out well since we now knew Guy had been waiting on us when we got there.

“What’s all this?” Random questioned while staring Guy down in some creepy Alpha competition that he could never win. “The fuck you doing here with them?”

“I’m here with them to make sure you assholes weren’t ambushed,” Guy stated without a hint of emotion in his voice. “You just rolled up here like you already won a fight with no plan, no cares…”

“I have a plan,” Random told him as he laughed off the obvious disrespect from his club brother. “Right there,” he added, pointing to an old rust brown ’69 Buick Skylark making its way into the parking lot. Once the car was parked Random raised his hand and waved the occupants of the car over. Vanquish and another man got out and pulled a body from the back. “Where’s the girl?” Random finally questioned as his buddies dragged the limp form to us and tossed him on the ground.

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