Page 49 of Lady Death

“What are you doing, Keres?” he demanded.

“Just go,” she told him. “Vivi is waiting for you.”

He hesitated. Behind her she could hear Ronin’s impotent roar.

“Take care of him for me,” she whispered, and then she walked forward. There was nothing left to say. Davorin’s man pushed Lincoln again, and he reluctantly left her behind. Once that happened, she took a step off Death Riders property and let Davorin’s men take her.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Get the fuck off me!” Ronin roared. “I swear to fucking God I will shoot you!”

“Let him up,” Brim ordered.

The knee in his back left and Ronin jumped to his feet to race after the car that Keres had been taken in. The only thing left was watching their taillights disappear over the hill. He stormed back inside the clubhouse, ready to pound some jaws. He pointed to Ghost.

“I’m going to fucking break you, asshole!”

Before he could even get near, Brim grabbed his arm, holding him back.

“Let me go!”

“Calm down,” Brim demanded.

Ronin rounded on him. “Calm down? Would you fucking calm down if it was Leia in Davorin’s car instead?”

“Leia is my old lady—”

“And Keres is mine!” Ronin yelled.

Understanding lit up Brim’s face. “It’s like that, huh?”

“You let her walk away.” His voice cracked. “You fucking let her get into that maniac’s car.” Fear. Panic. Both emotions vied for dominance, and he couldn’t seem to figure out which was worse.

“I’m sorry.” Vivi’s small voice cut through his haze of powerless anger. “I begged her to save Lincoln.”

They all turned to see Lincoln sitting on a chair with a bag of frozen peas pressed on his swollen eye. Vivi held a towel stained with blood.

“What?” Ronin asked, confused.

“I begged her,” she whispered, ashamed. “I knew she could save him.”

His despair snapped. Ronin charged at her, but Lincolnsprang from the chair to step in front of Vivi.

“Don’t you fucking dare lay a hand on her,” he warned.

“I’m sorry, Ronin,” Vivi cried. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Ronin’s fists clenched and unclenched. He turned and stomped away, coming to a stop at the threshold. He turned and looked at Brim.

“If she dies,” he said in a low, dangerous tone, “I willneverforgive this club.”

“We’re your brothers,” Brim reminded him.

“Yes, so, please help me get her back.”

Brim walked over and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We will.”

“He’s going to torture her.”

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