Page 111 of Royal Sons MC

“Yo, King, what’s up, brother?” his voice was raspy from sleep.

“Get your family to your safe room. Now!” Telling the man to care for his woman and kid instead of rushing to check on Ayesha was one of the hardest things he ever did.

“Who’s on lookout?” Gator’s low voice was clear and resolute. King could hear fabric rustling and a baby’s cry being shut off as Curly’s voice began making the Sssh noise mothers do.

King ended the call. He didn't have time to explain the situation to the other man. “What’s our ETA, Digger?”

Sitting in the back, he couldn’t see where they were exactly, but a minute felt like an hour.

“Ten minutes, tops.”

“Make it eight,” he told the other man.

Chopper cracked his knuckles beside him while Cross slid the lever on his gun back and forth as if checking to make sure it was loaded.

“What’re we gonna do when we get there, Prez?” Cosmo asked.

King turned to the front at Cosmo’s question.

“Keys, you got eyes on my house?” King asked, his mind finally registering what they should’ve done in the beginning.

“I’ve been trying to do that since I realized you were right about the loop. They’ve got a hacker,” Keys muttered.

King punched the roof of the van at the news. Keys couldn’t get eyes on their property. “Digger, when you get close to our land, I want you to let us out. We’re gonna need to go in on foot since we don’t know where they are or how many they got inside.” His phone rang on the floor where he’d dropped it.

“Fucking, Gator. What’s up? You okay?” He listened as the other man explained what he was seeing.

“Two black SUVs rolled up here like they owned the place, man. Frog is down, but I don’t see Soldier. That could be good. The guys fanned out. Shit, they’re coming to my place. I gotta go to the safe room with my family. It’s concealed, so they won’t find it, but service will be lost. I counted ten, and they are armed, brother. I’d go out there, but...” he didn’t say anymore.

“Get your ass with your family. We’re a few minutes out.” King disconnected the call.

“Ten fuckers are scouring the place, looking for Kailani or Tiana, or fuck, both of them.” He cracked his knuckles, pointing at Chopper. “You’re a bad example.”

“Coal’s right behind us. We’ll get there in time,” Digger reassured them.

The van came to a rocking stop. King shoved the side door open, pointing at Keys. “Get that system up and running or else.” He wanted the video to back up what went down because the bastard wasn’t walking out alive, not if he had anything to say about it. He grabbed a semi-automatic, slung it over his shoulder, and ran into the woods toward his house. These were his woods, his turf. King and the Royal Sons owned over six hundred acres, with traps all over the property for unsuspecting trespassers. He made sure he and his brothers knew where they were, no matter the time of day or night. He made his way toward one goal: getting to Ayesha and Tiana. “You better have your sexy little ass in the safe room.”

He weaved between trees, the damp foliage helping to hide his movements. He and Chopper stopped when they heard a couple men arguing.

“He’s fucking nuts, man. Did you see what he did to that girl? Fuck that. I didn’t sign up for this shit.”

“Shut up and keep your mouth closed. We get our paycheck, and we walk away. Neither of us will ever talk about it. Got it?”

King looked at Chopper, nodding. The two sounded like juveniles, maybe barely eighteen, their voices still cracking. He snuck up behind one while Chopper took the other. Instead of doing as he’d wanted and killing the little shits, he put the kid to sleep, taking the time to zip-tie his hands and feet. King looked at his clothes. He ripped the shirt off the kid and balled up a piece of his T-shirt before stuffing it into his mouth, making a makeshift tie, and securing the fabric with it. They didn't need the fuckers waking up and alerting their friends to their arrival. Chopper did the same to his guy, tossing him on his side.

“In case they choke, didn’t want to kill the little fucker,” he whispered.

King used his boot to shove the boy lying at his feet to the side. That was as much as he’d do for him.

AYESHA WOKE UP ALONE, her hand automatically reaching for King. She slid her legs over the side of the bed and headed for the bathroom, making quick work of using the facilities. She didn’t bother turning any lights on, knowing her way around King’s home better than her own. The reality of her thoughts hit her mid-step. She was more at home with King than in the little house she’d bought and decorated to her tastes. Not that King’s house wasn’t lovely, but it wasn't filled with all the special things she and Tiana had picked over time. However, Ayesha still felt like it was home. Her phone lit up on the nightstand.

She hurried around the end of the bed, grabbing it to see where King was. She knew it would be him since he was the only one to text her at three in the morning. The message that popped up chilled her blood. She looked around the room for her discarded clothes from earlier, needing to have clothes on if—no, she wasn’t going to think the bastard would get them.

She hopped into her pants and then hurried down the hall to Tiana’s room. She covered her sister’s mouth before shaking her so she wouldn’t cry. “T, it’s me. Wake up.”

She hated the fear that flashed across her sister’s face when she opened her eyes. Ayesha had hoped that was one thing she'd never see again when it came to Tiana. “Come on, we must go to the safe room.”

Tiana nodded, her arms and legs kicking the blankets away. She always slept with pajama pants and a shirt on, a change from the shorts and shirt she used to prefer.

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