Page 75 of Devil's Queen

“I’ve got a couple of chapters not far from you. V will get them the address and get them on their way toward you.”

“We appreciate that,” Rex answers. “We can use all the help we can get.”

“You both need to finish this. Put the fucking bastard in the ground.”

“We will. I can fucking promise you that.”

“V’s taking point from our side of this. If you need additional support, ask. It’s yours.”

The line goes silent for a moment, the weight of those words lingering in the air. We all know what’s at stake here—not just our loved ones but our very existence as a family. I can feel the determination coursing through my veins, fueling my every thought and action.

“I’ll keep my eyes on the clubhouse while you get mobilized. I’ve sent the video link over to Maya. I’ll do what I can from here.”

“I don’t know how to thank you, Bobo.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Let’s get them home first, and then you and Mama will owe me a fuck ton of beignets.”

“Consider it done.”

The line goes dead.

“What do we do now?” Marissa asks, breaking the silence.

Rex and I exchange a quick glance.

“We go get our family and kill Wolff once and for fucking all.”

REX

The Zulu Kings’clubhouse is eerily quiet from our vantage point. The empty gravel lot around the brick exterior, save for the black sedan tucked away behind one of the outbuildings, is an omen of what’s to come.

“See any movement?” Rem asks next to me.

“Nothing.”

She sucks in a hard breath. I can feel the tension radiating off Rem as we crouch behind the rusted remains of an old barn. Maya had found an empty lot with enough cover to hide us while we got a closer look at the situation ahead of us. Ironically, it’s the same lot I’d tried to buy from the owner not all that long ago.

“They’re okay.” I reach out, taking her hand in mine, and give it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll get them back.”

With the Voodoo City Queens and other reinforcements from Heaven’s Rejects at our disposal, the odds are starting to shift in our favor. However, we can’t solely rely on numbers for this battle against Wolff. He is a calculating son of a bitch, always anticipating and preparing for every possible scenario. He has plans A through Z ready at a moment’s notice without even breaking a sweat. I didn’t believe in reincarnation, but a part of me thinks he may have been a war general in a past life.

Yet, I can’t wrap my head around how he found Rem’s house. We took every precaution. Not even my club members knew my location except for Pike, and that old bastard was loyal to Rene’s family. I’d even caught him staring at an old photo of Ameline holding Rem as a baby in his wallet once. The love behind that man’s eyes was as clear as it was the last time I saw him.

Pike loved Ameline, and he likely died trying to protect her.

The only logical explanation was that Wolff had been watching us all for far longer than we knew, or we had a rat. Either way, we were caught off guard, but I wouldn’t let that happen again with so much at stake.

It had been an hour since our kids and Ameline had been ushered into that clubhouse. With luck, they wouldn’t see a second one.

“Rejects are twenty minutes away,” Harlow reports. “Do you want to wait on them?”

“More hands make less work.”

“Rex, we can’t just stand here,” Rem demands, her voice laced with urgency and anxiety. “Our kids are in there.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” I snap, instantly regretting the way it delivers when she flinches. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m on edge. We all are. We just have to play this smart.”

“I can’t sit around here waiting anymore. Not with Beaux in that clubhouse.”

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