Page 9 of Complete Me
I shake my head, knowing his answer before he said it, but hearing the confirmation forces the anger I keep buried to the forefront. This explains the feeling in the pit of my stomach. The Iron Wolves are responsible for my sister’s death. For taking the only good thing in my life away from me. For ending her precious life before it had barely begun. After her and Chaos’ brother’s murder, we hit them hard. Blew up their compound, decimated their trading routes, took over their strip club, and cleaned out their dismal bank accounts. We killed everyone we could find.
They never retaliated. Never hit us again. We thought we had wiped them from existence. Guess not.
“Thought they were all dead? It’s been almost ten years.”
“Nine years, eleven months, sixteen days.”
Like I didn’t already know that. Lena and Lucas’ deaths haven’t left either of us. At least we recovered Lena’s body. Lucas couldn’t be recovered, and his final resting spot is a shithole that was burned to the ground the night they were murdered. I’m surprised Chaos isn’t going with me, but our sergeant at arms, Malice, and I work well together. Even if he is a little unstable.
“You gonna make me beg for the details?”
“The club was hit a few nights ago. Bouncers said four guys in cuts came in, a howling wolf on the back. They didn’t think anything of it, ’cause why would they? No one’s heard from the Iron Wolves in a long-ass time. Two of the bastards asked for a private dance, cut up the girls real good, raped ’em and left them for dead before walking out like nothing happened.”
“Where the fuck were the bouncers outside the door?”
“Paid off.”
“And where are they now?”
“Dead.” Good. I would have ended them if he hadn’t. No man should be allowed to continue to breathe if he has any part in harming an innocent woman. “Looks like they’re gaining in numbers, slowly building back up what they once were. They were sending a message to us by hitting the club, and we need to send one back.”
“Agreed. Do you know who their leader is?”
We killed their former leader, Damon, but when you cut off one head, two more will grow in its place. Chaos shakes his head.
“He’s laying low, keeping his identity hidden.”
“Alright. So we’re just hitting these assholes who carved up the girls?”
“They’re crashing at an abandoned house in Amberwood, staying close. They must be using it as an outpost because it’s certainly no compound. Should just be a few of them.”
Amberwood is Heathen territory. My eyes must reveal my shock that they have the balls to stay local because Chaos nods his head in agreement.
“Alright, we rollin’ out tonight?”
“Yep. You got this?”
I know what he’s asking, and it isn’t whether or not I can get the job done, because he knows I can. I always do. He’s askingbecause of who they’re affiliated with. That the Iron Wolves have come back to haunt us. Too bad I’m not the same person I was when I was twenty-two.
“Yeah, I got it.”
With the information I need gathered, I stand and head for the door, pulling it open and ready to go find Malice and Wrath to get our plan together. Chaos’ voice stops me from leaving.
“Rogue?”
I look over my shoulder at him, waiting.
“Make sure you leave a message that this is Heathen territory, and we won’t stand for this.”
With a nod, I’m out the door, ready to level these assholes for daring to come out of hiding to cross us.
A few hours later, I’m crammed into the back of an empty van with a prospect at the wheel and Malice and Wrath next to me.
“Feeds on loop. You’re good to go. Get in and get out, I wanna get home.”
“You want pussy and a drink,” Malice corrects, always trying to push buttons that will get him a reaction.
“So shoot me.” Wrath shrugs, not playing into his games.
