Page 115 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Chapter Thirty-One

Niran

So that’s how they did it. I’m fuming so much I can barely speak. I’d rather they’d taken me and tortured me again than getting their hands on Mary.

“Does San Diego have this footage?” Piston asks.

Honor raises his chin. “Yeah, I sent it to them before we came in here.”

In one of our updates, Lost had told me Ross had come on board as a new prospect, so that wasn’t a surprise to me. But if it had been anyone else, Susie would have stuck out as suspicious. I wonder whether they would have tried to enact their plan if it had been anyone else, or whether they’d had alternatives. Whatever, him being there had played straight into their hands.

I hope it was just a sedative they’d given to him, else Duke will have more blood to answer for. Just one more item to add to his growing list of crimes.

Questions are going on around me, while the only answer seems as clear as day. Suddenly, I bang my hand on the table. “I’ve got to get back to San Diego. Saffie will stay here.”

There’s a gasp at my side. “You are not leaving me here. It’s me Duke wants.”

“He’s not going to get fuckin’ near you,” I growl.

“Preacher. Can you fly me to San Diego?” Saffie asks, making me regret she’s overcome her fear of bikers.

“Sure.” Preacher grins.

“Over my fuckin’ dead body,” I snarl.

“Niran,” Snatcher snaps. “Think. Duke’s not going to be swayed by some lookalike or whatever your fuckin’ plan is. You’re going to need Saffie to pretend to make any exchange. An exchange, I doubt he means to go through with.” That catches my attention. It was my thought as well. “You and she need to be in San Diego to set this shit up. I’ll send some of my boys down with you. Saffie won’t be put into danger. We’ll have her back, same as the rest of your brothers. But if Grumbler’s woman means anything to you, Saffie has to be involved.”

“I’ll go!” Stormy’s the first to put up his hand. “I can understand what Grumbler’s going through. It would fucking kill me if anything happened to Cat.”

“I’ll go too.” Swift raises her chin at him.

“And me,” Road offers. “Just in case you need anyone for fast riding.”

“We’ll stay here, work the back end,” Honor suggests, presumably speaking for Duty too.

“I’d like to go. Get some sea air.” Bolt winks at me across the table.

Thor waggles his hand. “Preacher will obviously be there. Want me along too?”

Snatcher considers for a moment then grins. “Yeah, why not. The more the fuckin’ merrier and we can put this thing to bed once and for all. Preacher, get the plane equipped with any toys you might need. Stormy, you work on the comms end.”

Stormy nods his head.

“Wheels up in an hour? Will that do?”

All heads but mine nod at Preacher.

“I’m still not happy about Saffie.”

“Niran,” she rests her hand on my arm, “this is something I need to do. I trust you and your brothers. They took out the whole Crazy Wolves’ club to get us back. You’ve shown me how I can trust the club, and I have faith that if it’s humanely possible, they’ll keep me safe now. I’ll do anything you ask, but I won’t stay here.”

What can I say? She’s no longer the timid mouse I first met, no longer scared of men on motorbikes wearing leather. I just hope that means she hasn’t forgotten how dangerous Duke is.

Snatcher bangs the gavel. “That’s it then. Ready to leave in an hour. Gears, get Brute to drive Niran and Saffie to the plane.”

As men get up around me, Saffie leans her head on my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Niran. We’ll get Mary back safely.”

She can’t say that. Grumbler deserves to have his old lady, but I deserve to have mine. Trading one for the other is unacceptable. But how could I be so selfish as to put my needs above his?

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