Page 100 of Fanatic

A week later

Surveillance had picked up a multitude of clues. Juan wasn’t being careful by a long shot. He’d been seen visiting the gang members a couple of times and in a few restaurants. It’s almost as if Juan was daring me to come after him. And one time, he sent those watching him coffee, cocky fucker.

I was working in a spare office at Hellfire on my day off when the call came in. Juan had taken the I-90 and was heading towards Spearfish. My gut clenched, if Juan was going to my house… Danny was next door with Gladys. And my boy was a perfect hostage.

Fanatic wasn’t about. He’d gone to visit the young girl he and Jinx had rescued. The poor thing wasn’t dealing with what happened. That wasn’t a surprise. Every time somebody male got close, May screamed. Who could blame her? Vampire had killed April in front of her and made May watch him fuck the corpse. I was surprised May was even functioning right now. Sixteen years old, and May was as strong as hell.

They’d tried getting female officers to talk to her, but May wouldn’t respond to anyone unless Jinx or Fanatic were present. They were spending time there with May’s parents, who were looking for options for May. It was a shame, but with everything going on, Jett and Fanatic’s huge ass revelation had been lost.

I felt awful for them. They’d worked so hard, and I knew Rage and Chance had planned a party, but it had been cancelled because of May. Although I’d seen magazine covers with their faces on and their new design. Jett had hired lawyers to discuss Harley buying their design. Theirshadbeen the only design at the expo that roared like a normal Harley. And it even beat Harley’s own design.

Yet, the week we should have been celebrating all this, it was overshadowed by Vampire and his sick-ass fuck fest. I’d spoken to Chance, and we were planning another party in a week. Hopefully, events would calm down by then.

Unwilling to call Fanatic away from May, but knowing he’d go nuts if I went alone, I headed out into the rec room. Diesel, Rooster, and Bone were all present.

“Juan Ramos looks to be heading for my rental. Danny is next door,” I said. Before I finished speaking, three men were walking to the door.

As their butts hit their bikes and I climbed into my brand-new SUV, Smokey arrived, and Diesel made a circular motion for Smokey to follow. We pulled out, and I activated the sirens. Hellfire roared behind me as traffic got out of my way, and I headed home.

Once we got near, I killed the sirens and drove down my street, checking the drive was empty, and Juan hadn’t beaten me here.

Not seeing anything suspicious, I pulled onto my drive and waited for Hellfire to arrive.

“Smokey, Rooster, protect Danny and the woman,” Diesel ordered. “Bone, you’re with me and Willow.”

“No probs,” Bone replied as we entered the house. I showed Bone and Diesel the best place to hide and then sat in an armchair.

A smile crossed my face as I thought how ‘Godfather’ this seemed. My weapon was in my hand, resting on my lap as I waited.

Twenty minutes later, I heard them arrive, and seconds later, my door burst open, and two thugs broke in. One saw me and raised a gun, and mine spat. He collapsed, and shockingly, Ramos entered and stepped over his fallen man.

“Willow Ware,” Juan announced upon seeing me. His other guard moved behind him but kept his weapon down.

“So, what is this, Juan? And why now?”

“My brother died seven months ago. Stabbed while living like a caged animal,” Juan hissed.

“Do not do the crime if you can’t handle the time,” I replied.

“Did you do your time, Willow?”

“Yeah, four years undercover, swimming with filth. I did mine. And watched my brother shot in front of me. Don’t forget that, Juan,” I said.

“That is true.” Juan walked across and sat in my other armchair opposite me. Somehow, I knew I’d not be seeing this suite again. Such a shame because in two days, removers were coming to pack the house up and put everything into storage. This settee wouldn’t be joining the rest of the furniture. Not covered in blood, anyway.

“You were very good,” Juan mused.

“Yeah. Everyone believed I was too young to be an agent.”

“Weren’t you? You were barely a woman. I admire that. I nearly had your son, Willow,” he admitted.

“Yes, I guessed that was you. Would you have killed Danny?”

“No. I’d have shipped Danny to Mexico to become what you hate. A cartel member.”

“Good job my mom is a fighter,” I replied. “You’ve not answered me. Why now?”

“Because I’m dying. I could not die without dealing with the bitch who destroyed my family,” Juan replied.

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