Page 68 of Savage Daddies

God sees how many times I enforce the whip. He sees how I deal with anger when it surfaces, and how quickly my finger curls to pull the trigger. He’s not gonna deliver me another win.

But Icantry to get Zoe out of Felix’s trap and score a win for all four of us.

If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s fighting.

“Alright.” Poet claps his hands together and jumps up. “Action plan.” He tosses an empty can of stout into the trash and dusts off his hands. The yeasty smell lingers. “How do we plan to take down Nevada’s most powerful man?”

“We break into his house,” proposes Wrangler.

“Not this again.”

“I’m serious,” he insists. “We failed last time.Well…not entirely, but we didn’t leave with answers.”

I grit my teeth. Felix knows our faces now since the media very kindly plastered them all over Google. “We can’t get caught. It’ll go back to Venom Vultures, and Grizzly has enough to deal with.And, we risk getting Zoe in even more shit.”

“We’ll just be super cautious, then.”

My blood clots with anxiety. This could be the biggest risk we’ve ever taken.

Wrangler stands up. “First, let’s ride over there and see if any cars are parked in the drive before we take any action. I’m going nowhere near the property if he’s home.”

“True,” says Poet. “Plus, if Zoe’s home, and there’s a big chance she will be if Felix has forbidden her to leave, she’ll be able to disable the facial recognition camera and save our asses like before.”

“OK.” I stand and clap my hands. “It’s game time. Let’s break into Felix’s office, find something scandal-worthy, and feed it to the sharks.”

“Yes,” says Poet.

Rain continues to pour, and lightning zigzags across the sky. Today, the weather sides with Venom Vultures Motorcycle Club.

Operation Save Zoe: commence.

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WRANGLER

It’san empty driveway when we arrive outside of Felix Fernando’s. The three palm trees are battered from the storm, and another bolt of lightning forks across the sky, illuminating the house a bleached-white color.

Thunder cracks, and it reverberates through my entire body.

No need to caffeinate this afternoon. I have enough adrenaline surging through me to keep me awake for the next forty-eight hours.

Bullwhip deactivates the cameras, and then we climb the gate.

Rainwater gushes over the marble driveway, running downstream away from the house. I look up at the building in front of me, the one I’m about to break into thesecondtime this week, and feel like I’m finally doing something worthy. I’m not lining my gun up with a temple and getting ready to shoot.I’m rolling up my sleeves and preparing to fight for a girl’s freedom.

Poet slips a paper clip from his jacket and joins it with Bullwhip’s wrench. Together, they attempt to pick the door lock—a challenge.

We wouldn’t have this issue if Felix had my front door.

“Pssssst!”

I look up and see a head pop out of the window.

Oh my god. Relief swims through me. “Zoe?”

“What the fuck are you going?” she asks.

“Picking a lock.”

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