Page 42 of Sins

Jesse!

My attacker slumped and fell back down the steps, but before I could take a breath, another man’s head appeared.

No!

Grim

“Morning,” Brick grunted from behind his steaming mug of coffee. “Just brewed it.” He pointed at the counter, and I poured myself a cup. Sienna came in and reached for an apple. “Heard your old lady didn’t come to bed last night.” I shot him a glare, and he chuckled as Sienna turned and hurried back out. “What’d you do?”

“No clue, and she’s hardly myold lady,” I growled. I knew bikers referred to their girlfriends as old ladies, but that description hardly fit Kenna.

“My fat clam, you don’t know what you did.” Minnie came in and rode my ass as per normal. “You’re so fucking blind, man.”

“Oh,” I sipped my coffee, “you’re awake. Great.” I lifted a brow at her.

Brick grabbed a fist full of her ass and kissed her hard. “Share what you know, woman.”

“Fine.” She leaned over the island, and her bracelets hit the marble top with a clank. “Truth, Gates, if you don’t want her, fine, because that fine-ass man, Emiliano, has his eyes on her. And let me tell you, you American men have nothing on the Italian accent.”

“It’s true.” Rail nodded from behind Brick. “They sound very sexy.”

“Good to know,” Vinni called from another room. He came out last year as being bisexual and was fully embracing it.

“I don’t do dicks.” Rail looked huffy, then stood straight when Piero and Trigger came in with smirks on their faces. “Morning, sir.”

Trigger rubbed his face. “The shit I hear I from your mouth.”

“Good morning,” Piero said to us as he plucked a muffin from the basket on the counter. “If Kenna didn’t go to your bed last night, it’s for one of two reasons.” I glanced at Brick. He loved that Elio’s father had jumped right in. “You somehow made herarrabbiato. That means angry.” He laughed at Brick’s face. “You American’s might say you, perhaps, ‘screwed up’ or—” His face went to stone like he heard something. “Niccola?”

“Yeah, I heard it, too.” Niccola moved to the door; the mood instantly shifted. “Trigger.”

“Grim!” Tess’s voice broke as she burst through the door. “Grim! Trigger!”

Trigger was already on his feet as we all hurried toward a frantic Tess.

“It’s Kenna.” She swallowed hard as Trigger pulled her in close. “They’re after her.”

“Where?” Trigger asked the question I was trying to form.

“A church by the end of the property somewhere. Jesse went after her!” Niccola ran, and I followed hard on his heels.

I saw Piero jump in the car and peel out of the driveway as the rest of us raced down the hill. My heart pounded like awicked drum against my ribs, and the vision of someone after Kenna all but took my sanity. I slipped on the wet dirt. Damn, I wished I’d worn sneakers. I caught my balance and kept moving.

“Head straight!” Niccola pointed ahead through the tall sunflowers. “I’ll circle around.” I picked up speed, and just as I broke free of the shadows, I heard her scream.

“Grim, help!” Her cry nearly brought me to my knees. I shaded my eyes and looked toward the sound and saw her bent over the ledge of the bell tower. A shadowy figure behind her held a gun that glinted in the sunlight, and it was pointed at her head.

A man hollered, and I saw Trigger take a swing at his face. I rushed through the door and found Jesse taking on two guys inside. I grabbed a wooden chair and smashed it into the back of one man’s head then jammed the broken piece into his neck.

Bang!A gun went off above us. My insides twisted, and my murderous head went darker.

“Stairs.” Niccola pointed, and I beat him to the narrow stone staircase. Two bullets were fired at us. We ducked as stone chips flew but continued up the steps. I held up my weapon with two hands.

A man flew down toward us. I flatted to the wall, and he collided with Niccola, and they tumbled down together.

I didn’t even look back; my whole focus was on what was going on up top. I stopped short and carefully raised my head so I could see over the edge of the opening. He was ready for me. He had Kenna by the scruff of the neck with one hand, and his other held his weapon, and it was now aimed at my head. The expression on the guy’s face told me he wouldn’t hesitate to push her to her death. He forced her head and upper body over the stone wall.

She turned her head to look at me. The fucking bastard had wrapped a gag around her mouth, and her hands were zip-tiedin front of her. She fought hard and desperately, her bound hands held high to protect herself. I saw her face wore a mask of determination and fury. She was not going to go easily.

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