Page 102 of Nest Of Lies

“All right, it’s good. You did good. Just focus on hanging in there.” I turn my head, hearing the sounds of people entering the mansion. “HELP!”

A moment later, I hear boots.

“Fucking hell!”

“Who did this?”

“Kyle!”

“Move!”

Everyone parts, and Zaden and Ranger stare down at Kyle and Nick.

“I can’t find Lia!” Mills shouts.

Ianto appears at the back door and nods. “Malone?”

I jerk my head in a nod, noticing Zaden’s eyes tighten. His breathing is rough, and I know he’s not seeing Nick and Kyle, he’s seeing his mother and Lia.

“Malone shot them and took Lia,” I confirm. “Kyle said so.”

“Where?” Mills booms.

Zaden hasn’t taken his eyes off Nicky.

“I don’t know where, but I think it’s got something to do with Andy Anderson, Despair’s president, and Bailey Raines,” Ranger says with a growl. “At least we know who the inside man is. The fucker who tipped them off to our whereabouts.”

Yoshi slams to his knees beside me and starts pulling shit out of his medical bag. It’s a small miracle he came out with us today.

“Okay, hold this here. I’ve got the blood. Let’s get an IV in him. We’re going to need to get him to a hospital.”

“You can dump me, it’s fine,” Kyle whispers.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re one of us,” Zaden growls as he suddenly comes to life. “I want Nicky treated with the utmost respect. Badger,” Zaden pauses, “ring my dad. Tell him I’ll call him back as soon as I get back here. But tell him about Nicky.” Zaden sweeps his eyes to Kyle. “Get a bus here. Save him. And, kid, you earned your place in thisclub. So don’t you dare die on me!” Zaden’s furious and cold gaze finds me, his jaw tightening. “We’re going after Lia.”

The parade of bikesthat storms the city roar long into the night. We call in every favour. All of them. But tonight, the roar of our bikes sounds like the roar of war.

I punch the guy’s face one more time. My knuckles are split and bleeding, but I can do this for days. “Where is she?”

He pants and slumps to the ground, his legs collapsing under him.

“I fucking don’t know, Valen!” he rasps out and tries to brace himself, but his arms collapse.

I growl and throw him across the bar.

“A hundred k to whoever brings me information that leads to the return of Lia Raines,” I shout into the room.

The silent bar is full of customers that eye me warily. I glare at them, searching for a guilty face, for something or anything that can give me something to chase.

The desperation inside me needs an outlet. I stalk out of there and get on my bike, roaring through the city streets until I find another haunt.

I kick the door open and stalk inside.

The dim light shows half a dozen leather-wearing, long-bearded men. They aren’t ours.

Perfect.

They see me and pick up pool cues. One thumps it into his hand. I note absently that the music is some cheesy ancient number. A woman with too much makeup and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth watches nervously. Her hand is clenched around a mobile phone.

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