Page 18 of Riggs
"We're all clear. Did you two come across that fucker, Pike?" he asks his tone hard.
I shake my head.
"Shit," Logan hisses. "Good news is Prez, and Sam found the women."
"Where?"
Logan jerks his head. "Upstairs. Third door."
I turn back to Kiwi. "Get our bikes and meet me out front." Doing as he's told Kiwi heads back in the direction we came. I give Logan a nod and make my way to get my girl. Taking the stairs two at a time, I climb my way to the second floor. I hear muffled voices at the end of the hall. I take off in a jog and stop at an open door. That's when I spot Jake and Sam. "Did you find…" my words are cut off when I see Sofia in Sam's arms. I cut my eyes behind him to see Jake trying to coax a scared Luna out of a closet. Walking up behind him, I place my hand on his shoulder. "I got her brother. You guys go on. We're all clear. Our brothers are waitin'."
"You get the, cocksucker, Pike?" Jake asks.
With clenched teeth, I shake my head. When Jake, Sam, and Sofia exit the room I waste no time getting to Luna, who is still huddled in the closet with her arm around her waist and her face cast down. Stepping into the small space with her, I cup her face in my hands, lifting her violet eyes to mine. "Come on Mon Tresor. I got you."
Hand in hand Luna and I walk out of the mill and up to my brothers who are waiting on us. Stopping at my bike, I ask her, "are you going to be fearless and get on my bike?" She bites her lip and nods.
Climbing on my bike, I hold my hand out to Luna. She places her palm in mine and climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. The moment she lays her head against my back, and I feel her body melt into mine, I know without a shadow of a doubt; I'm done for. Never has anything felt so right as the feeling of having Luna on the back of my bike.Fuckin' perfect.
"Let's go home," Jake grunts firing up his engine. With Jake and I leading the way, the rest of our brothers fall in formation. Half a mile down the road, I reach inside my cut and retrieve the trigger for the bomb I planted. Holding it above my head, I press my thumb down on the switch. Without warning the ground shakes beneath us as the lumber mill explodes into a fiery cloud of dust, broken metal and orange flames that light up the Montana sky.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive back at the compound. The moment we pull up, the women come filing out of the clubhouse to check on their men. I help Luna climb off my bike the same moment Quinn's woman Emerson walks up with Sofia to retrieve Luna. I give her a reassuring nod and sign. "Go on and let Emerson look you over, baby."
Once the women have retreated inside, Jake speaks. "I want you all to get cleaned up, see to your families and have a few stiff drinks; then I'm callin' church. That cocksucker Pike slipped by us. We need to figure out our next move."
"Has anyone seen Demetri?" Quinn cuts in. The men look to each other shaking their heads. Just then a black SUV pulls into the compound. "Speak of the devil," Quinn grins. Demetri is Logan's father and leader of the Volkov Empire. A man in a suit exits the driver side, walks around to the back of the SUV the same moment the back-passenger door opens. Demetri and his other son Nikolai exit.
"Where the hell have you been, brother?" Jake asks in a way that says he's teasing.
Demetri Volkov smiles. "You know I like to show up bearing gifts." Rounding the back end of the truck, Demetri's guy makes his way over to us with a body slung over his right shoulder. The man stops in front of Jake and drops Pike's body to the ground at his feet. Jake shakes his head and chuckles. "Always showing up and dumpin' bodies. I got to say, brother, I like your gifts." Jake turns to Gabriel and instructs him to take Pike to the basement while the rest of us men go inside to have a much-needed drink.
Sidling my tired ass up to the bar, one of the club girls passes me a shot of whiskey. Jake sits on the stool next to me. "You good, brother?"
"Yeah, man. I'm good."
"I want to say I appreciate you droppin' everything and gettin' up here as quick as ya did. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I felt I had another choice."
"Anytime, brother. You know I always got your back," I tell him.
"If you think watchin' over Luna is going to be too much, you let me know, and I'll figure somethin' else out. I got a buddy —." Jake doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before I cut him off.
"Luna isn't leavin' with anybody but me."
Jake grins. "You have somethin' you want to tell me, brother?"
"Not just yet," I grunt and down another shot.
"I know that look all too well, brother," Jakes claps me on the back. "You're fucked."
Tell me something I don't know.Needing to check on Luna, I rap my knuckles on the bar. "Got somethin' to do, then I'll meet you in the basement."
I take off up the stairs and down the hall with one thing on my mind; or should I say, one person. Luna. When I reach her door, I twist the knob opening it. Sitting on the bed is a woman who is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Closing the door behind me, I round the foot of the bed and drop to one knee in front of Luna. Placing my finger under her chin, I bring her beautiful eyes to mine. The woman in front of me looks defeated and lost. I see it in her eyes. I don't like that shit. Not one bit. Bringing my hands in front of me, I ask her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Luna shakes her head. I nod. "That's okay, baby. You don't have to say anything. Just know that I see you. When I look in your eyes, I see everything you're afraid to say. Most importantly, I see who you are. No more worrying. You leave all that to me. I got you now." Luna's shoulders sag as she lets out a breath she was holding. She doesn't try to hold back the tears that soon start running down her face. Taking her face between the palms of my hands, I kiss the top of her head, then stand. Before I leave her room, I repeat myself. "I got you now."
When Jake finally makes it down to the basement, Kiwi, Fender, and I decide to stand back and observe. This is Jake's party, and he will run the show as he sees fit. It doesn't take long for Jake to break Pike. My brother is old school and enjoys a pair of brass knuckles. Pike is now sporting a broken nose.
"Your compliance won't save you, but it will determine how swift your death will be," Jake snarls. "I couldn't care less either way. Tell me what Rex knows about Luna and who is feeding him the information."
