Page 72 of Nest Of Lies

The club roars back at their president.

I lead the way outside and get on my bike. It’s a matte black and absolutely perfect. And still, if someone would ask me to choose between my ride and Lia, I’d choose Lia.

Damn, what has she done to me?

We ride for an hour and then split into seven small groups. The task is simple. We’re going to hit everyone of their hangouts. The two bars, the clubrooms, the three houses they keep.

Small, brutal teams will go in with the element of surprise and cause maximum damage, no kills allowed.

I storm into the pub, all on my own, and look at the bikers at the bar. Someone says, “Oh shit.”

The dim lighting can’t hide them from me.

Five guys get up and take a few healthy steps back, but there’s nowhere to go, and guys like us…we don’t run. We take our beatings.

I just smile at their apprehension, pick up a pool cue, and start walking.

An hour later, I’mon my bike heading back when I get a call. I pull over and answer it.

“Malone killed someone!” Zaden barks.

Fury, blinding white and so potent I can’t breathe, rushes me. This fucks up all Zaden’s plans. It fucks up everything.

“I’m going to kill him with my bare hands,” I growl.

Zaden doesn’t say anything, though I know he agrees.

“Where?”

He gives me an address.

I turn away from home and go back into the city, praying that Lia remains asleep and safe. I’ve got a mess to clean up.

It’s turned into ashitfest. The person Malone killed wasn’t even a part of the MC. He was a family member. And now we’ve got people all over the city trying to find him because he got shitty and stormed off.

We’re also trying to get everyone safe because when the Despair MC finds out, it is going to be a bloodbath.

I tried to talk Zaden into just handing his ass over, but he wouldn’t be in it. Though it might be the simplest solution. Malone is a drunk. He’s harmless enough, but according to Jolie, it was simply a really lucky shot. Except, when I looked, there were three bullet holes. I don’t think he was lucky. I think he thought this out, which means I think Jolie is either lying or blind.

Either way, I’ve got prospects and patched members that have been bashed within an inch of their lives. The club sprawled seven ways to Sunday, and it’s now sunset. This is a fucking mess. I’m tired and pissed off, and I need a damn drink.

Worse. Lia is awake.

We need to get home. Now.

Still, it takes another four hours until we pull up in the driveway. Zaden is absolutely furious as he stomps towards the porch, snapping into his phone at whoever is telling him it can’t be done.

Badger comes racing out. “Why the fuck don’t you answer your fucking phones!” he screams at us.

I yank off my helmet, ready to rip him a new one, but pause. Badger looks like he’s been crying.

“Lia’s been screaming,” Badger pants. “I can’t get in there. I tried. They’ve got security, and she’s screaming, Zaden.”

Zaden has turned to stone. And then he inhales, and when he inhales a second time, Zaden is gone, and all that remains is an alpha whose omega is being hurt.

That movement breaks the shock we’re all in. We turn as one, racing towards Lia’s mansion. Dark, deadly, unstoppable. The weapon the omega doesn’t know she has.

We’d do anything for her.

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