Page 82 of Ruthless

"Just tell me where to go."

"You coming from Daytona?"

"Yeah."

"First dirt road you come to on Tomoka Farms Rd., just past the nursery, leads to the lake. About a mile in you'll come to an abandoned house. We'll wait till you get there before we start the party." The sick fuck laughed. "Come alone, and come unarmed."

I disconnected before he could. With a snarl of rage I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, making eye contact with Moody, Tanner, and few others. I hadn't realized it, but as I’d talked on the phone a couple more Sentinels had shown up. We were clustered together, still sitting on our rides, waiting for the next move.

"That was Wicked. He confirmed they have Ginger, but it's not for the reasons we were thinking. Far as Wicked is concerned, killing Daryl took care of the money he owed them."

"What is it then, brother?"

"Something from my past. Some of the Red Devils that escaped the fight that took their club out, they've joined in with the fucking Kings. They want revenge for my part in the take down."

"What are we waiting for?" Moody asked, tossing his smoke. "They have your woman. The reason why doesn't fucking matter."

Murmurs of agreement went through the men. "Ok, then. We ride in about half a mile. I go in the rest of the way alone. Give me a few minutes to get there before the rest of you follow in the trucks. Let's ride!"

Moody led the way. Those of us on bikes followed behind him. Vinny and his friends brought up the rear in two massive trucks. I kept going when the others stopped. I knew that I was supposed to go in without weapons, but I purposely kept my gun on me. They were going to frisk me anyway, and having my gun somewhere where I might possibly get my hands on it made me feel better.

Besides, they would expect me to ignore their orders.

I didn't try to diminish the sound of my approach, they knew that I was coming. I wasn't surprised to see the fifteen or so bikes that were there when the house came into view. The Kings appeared to be a small MC.

Just as I had anticipated, there were several of them waiting outside for me. They were on me before I even left my bike, dragging me off and patting me down. Of course they found my weapon, snatching it from me and then holding it up in my face.

"You were told to come unarmed, asshole," the King grunted, before ordering the other two to take me inside.

I didn't put up a fight. I couldn't knowing that Ginger was inside, but that didn't seem to matter to the fuckers that had me. They threw a few punches, jabbing their guns into my back as they pushed me toward the door and then inside. The place was packed, everyone wearing cuts, but the Kings didn't interest me. It was the three men who were standing with a man who I assumed was Wicked, their cuts lacking any patches. I recognized them instantly, even though I'd forgotten the names of two of them. The one dressed like a hospital worker I remembered as Rocky, Wildman's Sergeant at Arms. He looked vastly different from the last time I'd seen him. I remembered how eager he'd been to get his hands on Ginger.

His expression was smug, but he couldn't quite pull off threatening in his hospital clothes. "Well, look who's here, the guest of honor," he joked as he walked towards me. "The traitor from Dark Menace." He drew his arm back and punched me square in the jaw.

My head snapped back with the force, and I felt blood fill my mouth as my teeth cut into the inside of my cheeks. My instinct was to fight back, and I lunged at him with that very intention. I had barely taken a step when several men were on me, pulling me back and holding me. I spit out a mouthful of blood onto the floor, glaring at Rocky. "Is that the best you got?"

He was the one lunging the next time. He got in a couple more hits before someone yelled out, "Enough!" Rocky reined himself in, but he wasn't happy about it. "Let's not start the party without our second guest of honor." The men began to whoop and holler.

"I'll get her," Rocky growled, moving before anyone else had the chance to.

Fuck. I wanted to kill him. He left the room looking too eager to get his hands on her. I felt my blood boil. The men holding me tightened their grip, as if they knew that if I got loose there'd be no stopping me. I'd take as many of them with me as I could, and they would be first.

"So you're the snake who got the Red Devils killed off?" Wicked got close enough for me to see his president's patch. "You really know how to make enemies."

"I know how to make dead enemies even better," I snarled between my teeth.

More than one laughed. They were like cockroaches, everywhere, standing, sitting, leaning against the walls. Vultures waiting for a meal. I could see it in their eyes, the lust and the anticipation of what they had planned. Fear for Ginger rushed through my blood. They could hardly wait to devour her. It was a pack animal mindset that, once unleashed, would be difficult to stop.

The sound of a door banging against a wall alerted me that Rocky was re-entering the room, pushing a frightened, angry Ginger in front of him. Her hands were tied in front of her. There were bruises and scratches on her face, and blood at the corner of her swollen, trembling mouth. Her clothes were torn, the skin on her arms scratched all to hell. And her feet--fuck, where were her boots? Her feet were a bloody mess.

Her wild eyes darted around the room as she stumbled forward, and then landed on me. With a cry she ran to me and threw herself up against my hard frame. The only reason we didn't topple backwards was because of the bastards who were holding me. No one tried to stop her. "Rebel!" She kissed me wherever she could reach my face. "Why did you come?"

The desperate tone of her voice told me that she knew what the outcome was going to be. I felt wetness on my face from her tears. It gutted me. "Baby." Jesus, her being there was all my fault. "I'm sorry you got caught up in this."

"They've hurt you," she breathed softly, her eyes roaming over my face, her pretty lips quivering.

I saw the dried blood. I could have said the same thing about her.

"How sweet, but this little reunion is over." Hands reached for Ginger, snatching her away from me. "Time to start this party!" The place erupted into a party mentality that bordered on frenzy.

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