Page 61 of Royal Sons MC

From the intel they'd gotten on the drive down, there shouldn't be, but King knew it only took a moment for shit to hit the fan. In cases of human trafficking, none of them liked to gamble with the lives of women or children, or in this case, a teen girl. Nope, he wouldn't risk Ayesha's sister.

Floodlights lit up the front yard, making it nearly impossible to find a shadow to blend into, but he didn't change his course. He stayed low and picked up his pace until he finally reached the two women at the same time as Traeger. His arms came up and around Tiana, his hand clamping over her mouth, silencing her scream. "Sssh, you're safe. Ayesha sent us. Be quiet," he growled as she bit his hand.

Traeger held the other girl, who seemed to surrender immediately. King glared over her head at Traeger. "We need to move. Keys says there's movement inside and lots of it," King said, keeping his voice low.

Both girls whimpered, but between the both of them, neither could say anything.

"Your sister's looking for you. If you're a good girl, I'll have you back with her by sunrise," King assured the young girl.

Traeger's woman stiffened in his arms. "What's the matter? Are you upset we're taking away your money maker?" Traeger asked, his voice taunting.

The younger female in King's arms squirmed, trying to get away. "She saved me, you asshat," she muttered out between King's fingers.

"We need to move. Have you got your mark under control, Prez, or do you need a little assistance?"

King raised one brow but didn't say a word in response. The little girl in his hold needed some discipline, that was for sure. He could see the woman in Traeger's arms wasn't too happy either, but even he could tell she was trying to save the girl. "Let's move it."

Traeger gave a low chuckle. King nodded, knowing the same as Traeger. They usually blew off steam back at the clubhouse after they completed a job unless they found another way to expend pent-up energy. This time, King had plans that didn't include anyone but him and a little woman with curves and dark hair. From how Traeger held the little woman in his arms, King felt his friend would be more than happy to do just that with her. King tried to keep from hurting Ayesha's little sister while, at the same time, keeping her from harming him or herself.

"You two done playing? 'Cause you got about ten fuckers coming in hot right behind you. I can give you a distraction, but you're not gonna make it back out the same way you went in. Find another way, and we'll meet you at plan B." Keys rattled off the coordinates for the rendezvous location. His fingers, which never seemed to stop tapping on a keyboard, were even louder through their earpieces.

"We can take my car. That's where we were heading before you so rudely dropped in on us." Traeger's woman whispered.

"I'm supposed to trust you?" Traeger asked.

"Hello, did you not find us shimmying out of a third-story window? If we were part of whatever you think we were, or rather I was, do you honestly think I'd have risked breaking my damn neck?" she asked in a whisper yell that had King looking up at the sky.

"We ain't got all night, Trigger. I'm leaning toward believing her since she technically broke herself and this one out. Besides, our options are limited. Let's roll, and if she's lying, we'll just shoot her." King shrugged. His number one objective was to get in and get Tiana out.

King and Traeger came to an abrupt stop when they reached the garage, grunting out a curse at her ride. "You've got to be kidding me?" He glared at the little sports car with the top down.

"A motherfucking convertible," Traeger muttered. "We'll be sitting fucking ducks in this thing."

"Let's go, we ain't got many other options unless you want to hotwire one of the other vehicles, but they might have a shut-off option since they're rich assholes. Roll out, I'm driving," King announced.

"Fuck that, I'm driving," Traeger said, hopping into the driver's seat. "I've seen you drive a cage, and it ain't pretty. Let's roll," he announced, shoving his captive in the passenger seat while King and the younger girl hopped in the back. Traeger was right to a point, but only because King hated being confined, the fucker.

Before they pulled out, he had the top, which, thank fuck was a hard top once it came up from under the back, locked in place, giving them a little extra protection. "Scoot your seat all the way up," he ordered. King was used to being in charge, and luckily, the woman did as he said without argument.

By now, every light in the house was on. Guards were coming out with what King was sure, their guns ready to fill them with enough bullet holes they wouldn't be leaving with breath in their bodies. Time was ticking, and as soon as Traeger started the vehicle, he and King would be moving targets.

"How likely is it that your brother will shoot you and your vehicle?" Traeger asked the girl before he cursed low. "What do I call you?"

"Kailani, but my friends call me Lani," she said softly.

In the dashboard lights, King watched Traeger pat her thigh, albeit awkwardly. "Well, I'm Trigger, and I need to know one thing, Kailani. Is he going to give a kill order or not?" he asked.

Tiana gasped, her fist going into her mouth. King put his arm around her shoulder, but he needed to know the woman's answer.

"I don't know. It depends if Rico thinks I helped Tiana escape or if I was kidnapped along with her." She fidgeted with her hands in her lap.

"Well, which do you think he's going to think happened?" Traeger asked, his voice holding a silky quality King had never heard before. Yeah, his friend had it for the little lady next to him. King just hoped she didn't betray them.

"Buckle up back there. This could be a bumpy ride," Traeger warned.

King ensured Tiana did as she was told, his protective instincts on her first. He tapped on Traeger's seat, getting the attention of his passenger, who seemed to be annoying the other man. "Let's roll."

"Keys, you got the lights taken care of?" King asked as the door opened almost soundlessly.

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