Page 40 of War's Witch
“They must have someone who can hack into traffic cams or security cameras. But why wait until now to send a threat?” Target inquires, and I shrug at his question.
“Like I said, it was fucking months ago, man. Never thought they would come after me after all this time and for what? Because I kicked their asses in an alley? It is not like there were people around to see. They were fucking punk-ass kids, no older than twenty-two maybe. Nothing special about them. No clue as to why they would come after me now and drag Cleo into this.”
“Could be that something kept them from coming after you until now. An arrest or a job.”
“See what your tech guy has dug up and fucking quick,” Racer growls. “I do not need this shit in my town. The fact that they got close to Cleo does not make me happy, War.”
The look on Racer’s face would kill any man, and if I was weaker and did not have everything to lose, I would crumble. This man is not to be messed with; he may be a fair Pres, but fuck me, he can dish out some of the meanest shit when needed.
“Intel is digging; he said that he would get in touch when he found something, anything linked to the shit they left in the motel.”
When we got information that the cunts who threatened me were actually here in Phoenix, my blood boiled over in my veins. Photos of Cleo at work and out shopping were sent to me via text message, so Intel is doing a deep dive on everything he can to find whatwe need.
The thought of them getting to Cleo, of hurting her, makes my pulse roar like thunder. I’ve bled before—bled for less than this—but for her, I’d leave a trail through the whole damn state if that’s what it takes.
My fists clench on the table, and Racer’s gaze drops to them, before looking back up to my face.
“Are you claiming our girl?”
“She is not your anything, Racer. Cleo is mine. I do not care that she works for you, or that the club claims her for protection, which I am grateful for. She is mine, and I will protect her with my life.”
Target laughs. “Cleo will not like being claimed, brother. She loves the club life, but being property, that is something else. She is a free and strong woman. Her past has held her down, and when she got free, she swore that no man would lock her down again.”
She is mine. No one will lay a finger on her, not while I’m breathing.
“I am claiming Cleo as my Ol’ Lady. I will never lock her down; she is free to be as free as she wants, to do what she wants, and I will support her in every way I can, as long as she comes home to me, sleeps in my bed, and is on the back of my bike.”
I stare Racer down, making sure my words sink in. Suddenly, a tattooed arm slides across the table, blocking my view, making me blink.
Sitting back, my eyes catch on a single black feather, inked into the skin in front of me. I look up, finding Savage grinning down at me.
“Thought you’d want a beer.” I see three bottles on the table.
I glance back at his arm, taking in the black feather. It’s areminder that I am being watched, and no doubt Lilian is watching over Cleo also.
“When did you get that?” I point to the feather tattoo.
My heart races in my chest as I breathe in, steadying myself, tracing the feather’s edge with my gaze.
“I don’t know; I have so fucking many. Maybe eight years ago. We were in Vegas for Halloween, and I hooked up with this hot guy. He had a feather boa around his neck, so I got it as a memento.” He shrugs like his words didn’t just sucker punch me in the throat.
He walks across the room, sitting with the other men. I follow him with my eyes until he sits. Then look back to the two men in front of me.
“You okay, brother?” I hear Target ask, but my blood is pumping so fucking fast that my hearing is muted.
I clear my throat, blinking away the memory of Lilian handing her feather boa to a man on the street as we walked the Strip on Halloween. Fuck, no way could this be just a coincidence.
“Yeah, I am good.” I chance another look at Savage, and he winks at me, then turns to talk to his brothers.
Does he know?
“Back to Cleo. We have a prospect on her, and so far, she has not seen him, otherwise he would have his balls cut off.”
At the mention of my baby’s name, my hands clench at the memory of those photos. I won’t wait for Intel’s call to be the only shield between her and the darkness. If they want a war, they will fucking get one. It will be one they lose as they have both the Three Kings MC and the Rugged Skulls MC on their backs.
Bring on the fight.
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