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Maze didn’t have friends, so I was assuming he meant one of his informants had gotten word about the Devils moving inon our Club. Fuck! I needed more time. I’d expected that the bumbling giant would lose his shit and try to get my girl back, but I hadn’t anticipated his whole Club would have jumped into the mix so soon. This wasn’t just a problem. It was a goddamned cluster-fuck of epic proportion.

“He can’t prove I took her,” I argued, with a shrug. “And without evidence, his Club can’t move in on ours. Not without angering some of our mutual allies. And the Devil’s Riders aren’t stupid enough to do that.”

“Stupid has nothing to do with it, Ghost,” Maze returned, his blue eyes as cold as a winter’s snowfall. “Though I don’t understand why, they’re willing to go to the mats for this bitch. And we can’t afford to fight their Club head on. Not yet, at least.”

“I need more time,” I hotly argued.

Maze shook his head. “There ain’t no time left, Ghost. You need to end this right now.”

I frowned with disgust. “What the fuck does that mean?”

My Prez’s face grew harder than it already was. “The bitch is dead weight. Have your fun with her then ditch her body somewhere visible. We need her death to look like a mugging gone bad. Our Club’s close to securing the Vancouver deal we worked on all summer. I won’t do anything to fuck that up. It’s too goddamned important and I don’t need the stink of her corpse on Watchmen hands.”

Our Club had moved into the drug business when our competition, the Jacks, had crumbled. Our drug of choice? Fentanyl. It made us a shit-ton of capital and was single-handedly paying each man in this MC an ungodly amount of cash each year. The Vancouver deal would easily quadruple our annual earnings. Money that would fund a whole host of activities. Including the take down of our enemies. Number one on that list being the Devil’s Riders.

I’d never asked for anything while being a member of this fucking Club. I’d kept my head down, carried out the dirtiest jobs nobody else wanted to do, and now I was being refused the one thing I’d ever asked for! Kayla. I’d never even cared about the money. It had always been about the power. About the freedom. About the control.

My blood began to boil at the thought of what I was being ordered to do, but I didn’t outwardly react. I couldn’t afford to if I didn’t want Maze to put a bullet in my head for refusing his command.

I could hear the whore on the pool table moaning away and I wanted to shout at her to shut the fuck up. Cutting a scowl in her direction, I saw that three Brothers were currently stuffing their cocks in every available hole the skank had to offer. And, while I might not be a bitch with my legs spread right about now, I had to acknowledge, we were all, each and every one of us, someone’s bitch in the end.

But for me, that time wasn’t now. And Maze wasn’t about to bend me over the pool table like he owned me. Club loyalty or not, I, like always, was going to look out for my own interests first.

Play-acting subservient like the whores behind me, I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll get rid of her.”

However, I had no intention of following through on that deal. Kayla was mine and I had enough money for us to go somewhere nobody would ever find us. Somewhere we could start a new life together without fear of any Clubs coming around.

Maze studied my flat expression before saying, “You have twenty-four hours to have your fun. I can keep the Devils off your back for that long at least. Enjoy yourself and text me as soon as the job is done.”

SEVENTEEN

Ox

I was goingto kill Ghost. There were no two ways about it. The cocksucker was a dead man. He just didn’t know it yet.

“You doing okay, Ox?” German asked, his shrewd eyes taking in every micro expression my face was throwing off.

Blowing out a breath, I stroked my beard to calm my fraying nerves. “As soon as I get my girl back and kill that motherfucker, Ghost, I’ll be great.”

I’ll hand it to my Brother. He didn’t latch onto the fact that I’d called Kayla mine. In truth, he dealt with it like it had already been a known fact. Which should have further angered me, being so easy to read and all. But it didn’t. I was too far gone with rage to care. I needed to plant my fist through that Watchmen’s face before I’d be able to release any of the poison snaking through my veins. Draining it completely would require Ghost’s blood and brains splattered on the ground, courtesy of my boot.

German nodded his understanding. “I know, Brother. Ghost and the Watchmen’s days are numbered. As soon as Reaper gives us the go-ahead, we’ll make them all go extinct.”

I appreciated my brother’s brutal words. They were the only thing that could have comforted me in this moment.

A knock on the hotel door let me know that the other men from our MC had arrived. German rose, unlatched the bolt, and ushered them in. Hawk, Bishop, Hammer and Pipe were all wearing equally dark and somber expressions as they strolled inside.

None of the men took off their coats. They wouldn’t be staying long enough to bother. We were all driving over to the Watchmen’s Clubhouse to confront Maze about Ghost. If the fucker didn’t fork over Kayla, we were going to unleash a world of hurt onto their MC the likes of which they’d never seen. Hell, even when they gave my girl back, we were going to make them pay. As German had mentioned, their days were numbered.

Hawk glanced in my direction and studied my face in a way that only my VP could. “I can’t have you going off half-cocked when we get to the Watchmen compound,” he warned, like he could read the horrors unfolding in my brain.

Though I couldn’t promise not to emanate rage while there, I wouldn’t do anything to endanger Kayla. “I can hold it together.”

“Let me do most of the talking,” Hawk suggested with a grin. “Your fucking scowl is expressing everything your fists are itching to say.”

The men laughed and my frown only grew more furrowed. “Let’s get going,” I said, strapping my gun in the holster at my hip. “Every moment waiting around at this hotel is another Kayla is waiting around with the Watchmen.”

My Brothers all bobbed their heads in mutual understanding, and German said, “Let’s go get your girl back.”

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