Page 64 of Out for Blood

My head swivelled around to look for Cooper. The man who held me released my arm just as I saw Cooper step out of the shadows, his gun raised at the men who Neal had brought withhim. Two shots, both bullets hit dead centre in their foreheads. I jumped at the sound of the bullets and their bodies falling to the ground. Their deaths were so quick that their eyes remained open, staring up into the sky. Neal fell onto his hands and knees, crawling as he tried to get away, but he was surrounded.

Cooper took his eyes off him and turned to me. I saw the rage in his eyes, the overwhelming darkness he fought to control when he was angry right there in those beautiful hazel irises. He closed the distance between us, his free hand going to the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair before he pulled me to him, his lips crashing down onto mine. I leaned into the searing kiss, my mind going blank as I relished the feel of his possessiveness. Finally, he pulled away, leaning his head down on my forehead, our breathing laboured together.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“You whore,” I heard Neal’s voice break through the moment with Cooper. He pulled away from me, and instantly I felt the loss of his arms around me. His gun was raised at Neal’s head, and for the first time since this whole thing started, I wanted him to pull the trigger.

Sirens erupted around us, cop cars pulling up at the dock and officers jumping out of their car.

“Get her out of here,” the man who had held me, the man who had bought me, yelled at them. He pushed me in the direction of Cooper, who bent down and threw me over his shoulders. He ran into the woods where they had come from, away from the police as the MC all scattered. The last thing I saw was Neal being arrested, and the man who had saved me fleeing on the boat out into international waters.

ACE

“Why are we here?” I asked Brogan, the head of the narcotics division of the Kilkenny police department. He’d called me and Hawk here, telling us we needed to come down at midnight. Hawk and Bear hadn’t been happy about it, thinking it was a trap, but I remember Brogan from school. He wasn’t a bad guy, even if he was trying to stop us from running drugs here.

“I understand Neal Foley is someone you have some unfinished business with,” he said. “He told me what he was trying to do with Sheridan, and Orla told me what he tried to do with his daughters. I’ve turned the cameras off in the room. I’ll give you fifteen minutes with him, just don’t kill him.”

“You’re shitting me,” Hawk said. “How do I know you’re not going to go back on your word?”

“Feel free to record me saying that,” he said, handing him a recorder. Hawk hit the record button and Brogan repeated what he was letting us do. “Now, pocket it.”

Hawk looked at me. I nodded and he pocketed the recording device after making sure it was working. Brogan led us down a hallway, my hand on my blade in case Brogan was going to betray us, but he opened a door, and I saw Neal sitting on the other side of a table. His eyes went wide when he looked from Brogan, to me and Hawk, and back to Brogan.

“What is this?” he demanded to know.

Brogan left us in the room. I looked around and saw the cameras were not flashing red with the recording light. My heart rate picked up when I realised I could fuck this guy up for what he tried to do to my family. Hawk and I moved closer to him. Hawk moved the table away from him with a squeal of the metalon the ground until it was on the side of the room. Neal’s hands moved up to defend himself, panic rising as he feverishly looked from me to Hawk to see who would attack first.

“My lawyer is going to have a fucking field day with you two,” he said, trying to posture a little bit. All I felt was relief that I had a free pass to hit this fucker who had caused so much pain to my club, to my woman and my kids.

His kids, my inner voice said.

Nah fuck that, they ceased to be his kids when he tried to sell them. Those girls were my kids now, and there was no fucking way anyone was going to hurt them again. I moved my hand from my blade and grabbed my knuckle dusters from my pocket. Neal’s eyes moved down to my hand, his eyes widening more before he backed up.

“No, you can’t kill me.”

“Who said anything about killing you?” I asked, surprised how vicious my voice sounded. “The real punishment is gonna be in prison, Foley.”

“I was a cop, a police chief, they’ll never put me in gen pop,” he sneered. “I’ll be living the best life.”

“Not the best time to flex, dickhead,” Hawk said. Neal turned to take on Hawk, having to look up at him since Hawk was six foot five and built like a fucking machine. He grabbed Neal from behind and shoved him my way, right as I upper cut his jaw with the brass knuckles. He yelled out in pain, blood spraying out over his chin and down onto his chest as he tried to breathe through the pain. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so far that his throat would be crushed against the pressure, and he’d not be able to breathe. He tried desperately to claw at me to get me to let him go.

When I saw his face turning red, I let go and he spluttered as Hawk kicked him in the side. I stomped down onto his ankle, hearing the pop followed by his scream. Hawk covered hismouth with his shirt, revealing the dad bod underneath. I got low and slammed my knuckle dusters into his sides a couple of times on either side until I started to see the redness on his pale skin, purple beginning to tinge to show me that I’d caused some form of damage.

I stood up, breath ragged, as I looked down at the piece of shit who had tortured my girls.

“Time for the piece de resistance?” Hawk asked, smirking over at me. I nodded. We both whipped our dicks out, our streams of urine spreading over his face and chest. He gurgled from the steady flow hitting the back of his throat. He tried to cough it up but we both knew that was a losing battle as he rolled to his side, throwing up whatever was in his stomach.

We put our dicks away and moved out of the room. Brogan looked at us, then at him, and shook his head without a word. He led us out of the cell and at any time, I thought he may try to arrest us, to go back on his word. The police force was the most corrupt division in Kilkenny, they’d hide the evidence of his voice on our recorder if they ever needed to. But he simply walked us back to our bikes.

Hawk and I got on them, and put our helmets on.

“This doesn’t make us good,” Brogan said. “Just in case you were hoping to use that recorder for blackmail. I will arrest you fuckers if I see any more deaths in this town due to drugs. Keep yourselves clean, you hear?”

I nodded, understanding the treaty he was proposing. He wouldn’t look into us unless we gave him a reason to. That was as good of an offer as we would ever get.

“By the way,” he mentioned. “Neal did try and give us some information on your club. It’s information outsiders wouldn’t know. I think you have a mole.”

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