Page 110 of Royal Sons MC

Chapter Nineteen

King looked at hisphone again before glancing at Ayesha's sleeping form. A month had gone by, and the dead girls had piled up. Finally, they’d gotten a break. He eased out of bed, snatching up his jeans as quietly as possible. His first thought was to wake her to let her know what was going down. After debating it with Duke, they’d decided to let her and Kailani sleep while they took the man out. Less of a chance for them to slip up if questioned later.

He checked on Tiana after he was dressed, making sure she was sleeping.

Frog and Lick were in the front yard of his house, posted by trees, smoking cigarettes. He shut the door, securing the alarm automatically. Traeger’s house couldn’t be seen from his porch, but King knew the other man would be making his way to King’s place. Even though he would prefer not to leave his ole’ lady, they had the property well protected; taking out the bastard was their job. “Soldier on his way?” he asked Lick.

Lick nodded toward the road where the man in question could be seen riding in on his bike. They’d been smart when building their homes, making the walls extra thick and the windows triple-paned. The loud pipes of the bikes rolling in at three a.m. would’ve woken Ayesha up had it not been for that.

Coal and Digger pulled up in two of their cage cars. King looked at the guys he was leaving to guard his girls. “You make sure nothing happens to any of the women here. Feel me?” He looked at each man, letting them know their top priority was keeping them safe. “You think something is off, you know the code, get that shit off immediately. I’d rather have a false alarm than anyone hurt. Got it?”

“Bro, they know the drill.” Duke came walking up, his brother wearing all black, looking pissed as hell.

“You cool, man?” King asked.

“Yep, let’s roll. I’m riding with Coal,” Duke said as he moved to get into the first car, leaving King to ride in the second with Digger.

He pulled his cell out, fingers flying over the keys. The text he shot Ayesha in case she got up would let her know to stay inside and talk to nobody but him. If anyone showed up at the door, she was to take herself and Tiana to his safe room in the basement and ask no questions. The only one to come get them was him or Duke. He thought about the last and added Keys. His final text was to Keys, asking if he had any new information.

‘If I had, you’d have. It's good to roll out, Prez. I’ll tell you where they’re at. Right now, they’re still at the hotel. They took a girl from your strip club this time.’

King looked over at Duke. His brother had been going to the club Keys mentioned. “Hold up, Duke.”

“What's up, man?” Duke whipped the shades he had on off. King was getting irritated with the attitude his brother was giving him.

He grabbed his brother’s hand. The one that had been holding the shades, crushing the glasses between their palms. “First of all, it’s fucking dark, motherfucker. There ain’t no need for you to be wearing those.” He let go of Duke’s hand, allowing the bits of plastic and metal to drop between them. “Second, don’t step up to me unless you want to go. Feel me?”

Duke ran his hand over his head, letting out a sigh. “Fuck,” he yelled. “I’m sorry, man. Shit’s fucked right now, okay. What was you gonna say?”

“You level to go with us? Or do you need to stay here?” King asked.

“I’m fine, brother. A friend asked me to look out for his sister, and she was one of the girls they found fucked up. I let him down, man.” Duke kicked the ruined shades away from him.

“Fuck, why didn’t you tell me?”

“She was a prostitute, but he said she was working her way out of that profession. I just hired her on at our club. I...never mind. Let’s just go get this bastard and kill him slowly.” King glanced at Traeger, watching his Sergeant at Arms response to hearing his brother’s words.

“Did you and she have—” King didn’t finish his sentence.

His brother laughed. “Nah, man, she was my friend’s sister.”

With a nod, they loaded up. King sat straighter in the leather seat. The feeling of being boxed in set his nerves on edge. He was in the tricked-out van, sitting in the back on the bench seat facing the opposite wall. Keys sat there with his computers, several monitors up and running. “I got a bad feeling, Keys. Something ain’t right.” King leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs. He looked over Keys' shoulder at the monitors.

“Ayesha and I watched a movie the other night where the guy was able to hack into the security feed and make it continuously loop, showing the same image over and over, so it looked like the hallway was empty when, in fact, they had come and gone, taking off with the prisoner. Is that something they could’ve done?” He nodded toward the lot where Keys monitored the cars he’d tagged as Rico and his guys.

Keys tilted his head to the side. His eyes narrowed. He tapped his fingers on the keyboard, more tapping and swearing as he ignored those around him. “Motherfuckingsonofabitch,” Keys swore.

King pounded on the back of Digger’s seat. “Turn around. Turn the fuck around,” he yelled.

He began calling Ayesha. Her phone went straight to voicemail. “Call Traeger and Duke. Get their asses back there.” He was already calling Kailani, praying she picked up. Her phone rang and rang. When she didn’t answer, he went into shutdown. Forgetting his ole’ lady was in danger, thinking of his club. Gator should be there, and if he didn’t answer, shit was fucked.

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