Page 6 of Bound by Vengeance
“Last one,” I call out to the guys as we pack for the next shipment the club is handling. It’ll only be a day trip for this one, and Tug and Jacks are fulfilling it.
Screwing the screws on top of the crate, it’s finished and ready to roll.
“On it.” Cooper comes up with Nox not too far behind. They lift the crate and take it to the box truck out front.
It was by sheer luck I found the Ravage MC. Living on the streets was hard, but I found myself a job and a place to live.
The problem was, I still wasn’t happy, and being pissed off at the world doesn’t help a man.
GT and Dagger were in a bar I attended regularly. They started bullshitting with me in a way that was comfortable, like I’d known them for years. We got to talking about the club, but they were pretty vague. They reiterated how it was focused around family. It was a time in my life when I needed that one thing—family.
And that’s what the Ravage MC is, and it’s what they have given me. Men and women who stand by each other through thick and thin, who have each other’s backs, who give a shit, who truly care. It’s more than I’ve had in years.
I hopped on my ride and never looked back, following GT and Dagger to a family worth a damn.
I reach in and grab a smoke, pulling one out and tapping the end of it. The tip rests on my lips as I light it, inhaling the tobacco and nicotine as Rhys comes by and takes a seat next to me at an old picnic table.
“How ya doin’?” he asks, folding his hands in front of him, not looking at me.
Rhys is one badass motherfucker. Seeing him in action makes everyone else look like pussies. He’s a great man to have at your back, which is the only place you want him.
Exhaling the smoke, I tell him, “Same shit, different day, brother.”
“You got anything?”
Immediately, I know what he’s asking, and I fucking hate that he has to ask.
Anger stirs in my blood, pulsing and awakening. He’s the man who kidnapped Austyn from her own damn home and hurt her. Dickhead will pay for that.
“Airport outside of Dunham, JK has a plane, but it hasn’t moved since he went under. Tapped all the phone lines of his family, and the only one I can tell he talks to is his mother, but not often. He’s withdrawing money, but somehow the only paper trail for it is the amount of the withdraws. There is no location or precise bank information.”
Rhys rubs his thumb over his lip. “Smart fucker.”
Inhaling another drag, I say, “Yeah. Buzz and I went and wired up the house, but he hasn’t shown up there, either. Wherever he is, he’s in deep.”
“Time to get the rat to come out of the hole.”
I’ve been busting my ass to find information on the man who took and hurt Austyn. He fell through my fingers. When we found her, I was more concerned with her as blood ran down her body to the floor. It’s a vision I wish would leave my memory banks, yet it has embedded itself there like a static movie that won’t end.
She’s made it her mission to turn me away every time I go to visit her. Instead of wasting my time on her parents’ porch, which is what I did for weeks, I put it to good use by trying to find this man. That was after a little conversation with Deke that ended up with us both pissed and me needing to find some direction to channel all of it.
“And how do you suppose we do that?”
A sinister smile plays on his lips. “Don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out.”
I take another drag and blow out the smoke. “We all need to figure this shit out. It’s been months.”
My first thought was he left the country, which is still a possibility. What changes my mind on that scenario is the money withdrawals. If they were done in a foreign country, there would be more of a paper trail. Slight, but still there. This makes me think he’s still in the US.
The door swings open and Cruz walks in, striding to us. “We all set?”
I stub out my smoke. “Yep. Coop and Nox are loading, and it’s ready.”
“Good.”
“I’m out,” Rhys says, standing up and tapping once on the table. Goodbyes are called out as he disappears. That’s Rhys. He comes in, gets the information, and then he’s smoke.
Cruz parks his ass on the bench in front of me, bringing his finger and thumb to the corners of his mouth and then down.
