Page 72 of Rage's Heart

“The shipment from Miami comes in next week.” Killer’s eyes were laser focused.

The shipment he was referring to was an important one. It was the first one that would go West to our new partners. The alliance with the Kings of Anarchy was going to be profitable for everyone. Especially Hector-fucking-Ramirez “Chief wants extra security in case the Talons try something.”

I nodded. “We’ll double the usual crews. Four teams, full contingent.”

Reign grinned, the expression making him look even more dangerous. “And after the shipment’s secure?”

“Then we remind the Talons that fucking with the Saints was a bad fucking idea.”

We spent the next hour hammering out the details, but I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in my gut. I kept checking my phone, waiting for an update from Mac, only for nothing to be there.

Finally, right when I was about to say fuck it and head over to Sarah’s apartment, it vibrated across the table.

I snatched it off the table quickly, making Killer laugh.

“Pussy-whipped.“

“Yeah, yeah,” I shot back as I read Mac’s text about heading to Sarah’s apartment to grab some of her shit.

I was relieved that she was keeping me updated.

My thumbs flew across the screen.

be careful and keep me posted

“She good?” Reign asked, watching me closely.

“Yeah.” I set my phone back down, trying to refocus. “Her girl’s gonna crash with us for a few days.”

Dread’s eyes narrowed. “Let me take that motherfucker out.” The same thought had crossed my mind a couple of times, but it was too risky at the moment.

I shook my head. “Not yet. Can’t have any blowback right now.”

“Fine, but I want in when it’s time.”

I grinned, offering my fist, which he readily bumped with his own.

We’d just started ironing out more details for our upcoming run when Mac’s name flashed across the screen.

“Gotta take this,” I murmured, already standing.

Reign and Killer exchanged knowing looks as I stepped out into the hallway for privacy.

“Hey, baby,” I answered, relief washing through me at the sound of her voice.

“Hi,” she said, sounding tired, but okay. “We just finished at the apartment.”

“Any problems?” I asked, leaning against the wall.

“No, thank God. Chad wasn’t there.” She hesitated for a minute before lowering her voice. “It’s worse than I thought, Rage. He grabbed her hard enough to leave bruises.”

My blood pressure spiked immediately. “That motherfucker put his hands on her?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed quietly. “She’s been trying to hide it, but... it doesn’t look good. I think she’s been dealing with this for a while.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, red-hot anger surging through me. Men who hit women should be put down like fucking dogs. “She okay?”

“She will be,” Mac said with determination. “Once she’s away from him for good. She’s scared, though.”

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