Page 4 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“I hate you,” the woman beside me whispers, her voice hoarse from the shouting which had had no results. She spits in my face.

Stoically, I wipe the spittle away as the words echo inside my head. She can’t hate me as much as I hate myself.

Not my fault, though, thinking about who actually betrayed her. It had to be Susie, that jealous, manipulative bitch. My mistake was not jettisoning her from the club long before I had. But I had had no idea just how badly she was going to fuck up, nor how twisted her mind really is. Or, it could have been Cyn. Am I blaming Susie, as I don’t want to think my sister would be so cruel? Whichever, I’ll be finding out. And whoever it is, I don’t give a damn she’s female. For what she’s done, she deserves death. Even my sister.

Duke and Slit exchange words in the front seat, but quietly so I can’t hear what they’re saying. I suspect we’re heading back to Nevada, but I’m curious as to how we’re getting there? Are we driving all the way?

What’s become obvious is that they didn’t bike down. We’d been wrong. All of us had been assuming they’d make the grand gesture and ride their motorcycles. No wonder we didn’t get warning that the Wolves were on the move.

Still, it’s a long drive. Maybe there’ll be an opportunity to escape, or at least get Saffie away. If we make a stop for gas, or at a rest stop, I’ll lull them into a false sense of security, then make my move. It will take last-minute planning once I see what I’m working with, but I’m resourceful, and certain I can make it work.

But our route takes us out of the city in the opposite direction from the road I expected. An hour later, their reasoning becomes obvious as an airfield comes into sight, not unlike the one which houses our compound. But this one’s very much in use.

Okay, so my initial plan’s a non-starter. I swallow down my disappointment. A Marine is always prepared to work on whatever presents itself. I eye my surroundings with care, scanning for someone who might recognise some sort of distress signal, but there are few people around, and those that are don’t seem bothered by a truck steaming toward its destination, a plane ready for takeoff. A sight, which for some reason, has Saffie tensing. Does she not like to fly?

When Duke draws up alongside it, she screams out, “That’s my father’s plane!”

Looking back over his shoulder, Duke snorts a laugh. “Yeah, good of him to lend it to us, wasn’t it? But then, you are his only daughter, Sapphire.”

The bored looking pilot is waiting and doesn’t blink an eye when I drag a struggling woman out of the truck. A mechanic is making final checks, and he too, ignores the sight. Being a distance from the rudimentary terminal, I resign myself to the truth. Whether or not we want to go, Saffie and I are headed to the lair of the Crazy Wolves.

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