Page 64 of Feint

“Kordell, I can still come down as well.” She leaned against the wall next to my bike, watching me gear up.

“No. Can’t take the chance it’s not even me they’re after, and that it’s you they are betting will show to get an eye for an eye. My president for theirs. You staying here with the sergeant and the rest of the guys will be much better.” I pulled on my helmet, and then I called Wilder.

“Heyyy! We just got down here. Nothing too fishy. Been chilling with the guys, but I can see where the other five vehicles are, so we’re all good to go, VP.” Wilder’s voice was a little more cheerful than I wished it were for the situation ahead. But the guy was always like that. I’d never seen him really upset or down about anything.

“Good. I’m leaving now, so I’ll be rolling past in about an hour. Keep your eyes out.” I closed my visor, and Damien gripped my shoulder so I looked at her again.

“Don’t die, man. I know she’s your girl, but if only one of you can walk away today, make sure it’s you—got it?” Her face was dead serious.

I knew it wasn’t because she was doubting my plan or ability to execute it. But the Suns could be underhanded at times. So, I got what she meant—to her and this clubhouse, my life was far more valuable than Rosalie’s.

My only response was to nod. I turned on my bike, and she watched as I pulled away onto the freeway.

I used the drive to run over every scenario I could think of. What to do if she was already dead or not there. Or if they let her go, then what? What if there was more than I originally thought? What to do when that crazy fucking VP of theirs came at me.

And then I cruised through the rest area. I noted where my guys were. Everything was in place. But I also noticed a rusty piece-of-shit truck pulled out on a farm road behind me and followed me as I kept going toward my destination. It also stopped at the edge of the dead-end road to the old-looking farm I was pulling up to. The road was still concrete, and I was surprised as fuck. But then again, if this was owned by the Suns, it might have been intentional for their bikes to get away quickly. The farm was tucked in next to one of the mountains in the area, so the sun was partially blocked out by the peak this time of day. Which worked for me. I had clear visibility for what was in front of me.

I pulled up to a wide parking area and turned my bike sideways, pulling to a stop. There were a half-dozen trucks parked in a semicircle in front of me. Each truck had men in the front, sitting on the bed or standing next to them. All of them armed to the fucking teeth.

“Wilder, you hear me?” I asked as my bike was still running.

“Yep, I hear you. What’s the status?” His reply was on edge.

“There is one truck at the road entrance. Shoot him and drive around it. There are a half-dozen cars and—” I did a quick rough count. “—at least eighteen men standing out front right now armed like they are ready for war. Be prepared for a gunfight. Come with weapons ready on my signal.”

“You got it. We’re going to start that way and park about a mile from the road. That should be far enough.”

All he got was, “Mmhmm,” as a reply as I killed my bike’s engine.

I slipped off the bike and opened my helmet’s visor as I looked around at them. The noise of my bike had blocked out the snickering and chuckles from the men watching me like I was a sheep going to slaughter. I did a second glance around.

Where the fuck was Rosalie?

“I was told the deal was, I would come alone and my girl would be let go. Where the fuck is my girl?” I growled as I stared at the men in the middle.

One of them loudly banged against the side of the truck they were sitting in, and that was when I heard her.

“O-ouch! I can walk! That hurts!”

Her voice coming from the left had my attention quickly drawn to it, and there she was. My girl was being manhandled by the sergeant of arms of the Suns. She was tied up and a little bruised up from the looks of her arms. My blood boiled as they walked about twenty feet out in front of me. Rosalie saw me and started to talk.

“Kordell?! No! Hurry and leave. It’s—” She had a gag shoved into her mouth by another guy standing nearby.

“I told you to shut the fuck up, girl,” he growled into her ear, and she sobbed in response.

I was going to fucking kill this bastard. For everything he’d done to her, I would make it a slow death.

“We had a deal,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. “Here I am. Alone. Let her go.” I locked eyes with him as he gripped her tighter as she still squirmed in his grasp.

Then, he put a pistol to the side of her head and snapped, “STOP FUCKING MOVING.”

She went still, and the color drained from her face as her eyes, wide in terror, looked at me. Begging me to save her.

Don’t worry, mama. I’ll get you out of here soon.

My fist clenched as I looked her in the eyes, trying to get her to understand I was going to save her. I was going to be the one to take her back to the clubhouse, to take care of her.

I nodded at her and spoke. “It’s going to be alright, mama. Just relax, and you’ll be home soon.”

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