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The young Sentinel jumped.“Yeah?”
“You’re coming with me.Get your ass on your bike.Now,” Diesel ordered.
Jase didn’t argue.The kid sprinted out the door.Diesel followed, mounting his Harley in one fluid motion.The engine roared to life beneath him like a living beast.As they tore down the road toward the bridge, Diesel forced himself to think past the anger.
Focus.Plan.Kane.It had to be Kane.The bastard Beast had warned them about.
Victor Kane was slick, connected, dangerous.Diesel had seen the man’s face in papers and MC intel sheets.Greedy fucker wanted that property bad, for some shit deal nobody’d yet uncovered.And now he’d made it personal.Real personal.
Diesel’s grip flexed on the handlebars.No way in hell was he letting that bastard hurt Sophie.Ahead, the turnoff to Willow Creek flashed past, narrow dirt road winding through thick trees.
He and Jase veered onto it, engines growling low as they approached.Diesel’s heart pounded harder with every foot of ground they covered.Hold on, sweetheart.I’m coming.
When the bridge came into sight, Diesel’s eyes narrowed like a hawk’s.
He killed the engine a good hundred feet back, raising a fist for Jase to stop.They rolled to silence.Diesel kicked the stand down and dismounted, eyes locked on the scene ahead.
There they were.Sophie stood frozen near the edge of the bridge.She looked pale, wide-eyed.Tom was bound to a chair, bloodied.Two guards.One with a gun pointed at Tom’s head.And front and center was Victor Kane.
The bastard himself, well-dressed as always, a sleek handgun now aimed right at Sophie’s chest.Rage detonated in Diesel’s gut.No time.
He gestured to Jase, silent and sharp.The kid nodded and started to circle wide through the trees.
Diesel moved fast and quiet, years of muscle memory kicking in.He crouched behind the rusted bridge supports, inching closer.
Kane’s voice carried, smug and calm.“Well, Miss Hart?Time to choose.Your life, his life, your pretty little shop ...what’s it worth to you?”
Sophie’s voice shook.“Please.Let him go.You don’t need to do this,” she pleaded.
Diesel saw the tremor in her hands, the raw fear in her eyes.And something inside him snapped clean in two.Nobody threatened his girl.Not ever.He rose in a blur of motion.
“Hey!”Diesel yelled.
The shout cracked through the air like a gunshot.
Every head turned.Kane’s, the guards’, Sophie’s.Diesel was already moving.Kane shifted his gun toward him, but it was too late.
Diesel’s massive frame hit him like a truck.Crack!The gun went flying.Kane slammed into the bridge rail with a choked curse.
One guard fired but it went wild.The shot whizzed past Diesel’s shoulder.He roared and closed the distance in a flash.One punch and the guard went down cold, nose shattered.The other guard spun toward Sophie.
Diesel didn’t think, he acted.Two shots from Jase’s sidearm took the bastard down.The kid had circled in perfect time.Diesel didn’t stop.He grabbed Kane by the collar and dragged him back to center bridge, slamming him hard against the steel rail.
“You just fucked with the wrong woman, asshole,” Diesel growled, voice thick with fury.
Kane spat blood, tried to sneer, but Diesel saw the fear behind his eyes now.
“Go ahead,” Kane gasped.“Kill me and you’ll only—”
Diesel’s fist drove deep into the bastard’s gut, cutting off the rest.
Sophie ran to Tom, sobbing.“I’ve got you, Tom, I’ve got you,” she whispered, hands working frantically at the duct tape.
Jase covered them, gun up, scanning for any more threats.
Diesel locked eyes with Kane, then slowly drew his knife, gleaming sharp in the morning light.
He leaned close, voice like steel.“You threatened the wrong woman.You’re done.”
