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Mason, Kai, and the grandpa of our group, Flipp, stay inside and keep the room as calm as possible. Out here we’re poised and ready to attack whoever the fuck somehow got through our security system and our gates.
Ax and I are first. We move like trained operatives, organized and stealthy. I’m searching for something, anything I can shoot at. I two-finger point to Jake and Robby J then to the woods beyond our premises. A couple more of my men are outside now, putting out the blaze with the two-hundred-foot hose we use to spray down our metal building.
My boots are quiet on the gravel. I hear something near the gate and turn and aim my custom 1911 at the sound. I see the fucker instantly behind a stack of pallets at our gate. Hiscut tells me he’s a Disciples of Sin prospect and that he just failed.
He’s probably going to die, but not until I get all the intel out of him that I want. I’m seething as I move toward him. I want to know how the fuck he got past my security gate. He moves his hand behind his back when I approach him. He knows there’s no point in fighting. If he runs he’s dead.
“Don’t fucking do it,” I warn him. He tries to pull out his heat and take aim at me, but I’m faster. I take my shot and it hits him in the hand, blowing two of his fingers clean off. His gun drops to the dirt below and he howls in pain.
“Move an inch you’ll lose the rest,” I say, unmoving and calm. Once I make it to his kneeling body, I see he’s frantically squeezing his two severed fingers in an attempt to stop the bleeding. I pull his skinny ass up by the cuff of his shirt and rip his cut from his body in one clean movement, dropping it to the ground and spitting on it. He’ll never put it back on. I signal to Ax as I haul this pain in my ass to the cargo van at the side of the clubhouse.
Motherfucker.
Can’t even get one fucking night off.
Chapter 8
Brinley
“What’s going on, Layla?” I whisper. My voice sounds foreign in my own head, panicked as I ask the question. We’ve been behind one of the big scary members since Wolfe scooped me up and sent my heart into my throat before he dropped me here.
“You can move, Mason. I think we’re safe,” Layla says, not at all fazed and sounding more than a little annoyed that this happened in the middle of her rehearsal dinner.
I look up under hooded eyes at the man she calls Mason. I don’t want to stare but he scares me nearly as much as Wolfe. He’s almost the same height and he’s solid. He wears a black bandana around his head and has a scruffy goatee and mustache, yet he doesn’t appear much older than me. His jaw is wide and permanently set in a straight, grim expression. It isn’t his looks but what’s behind his eyes that scares me, like nothing would phase him because he’s seen and done it all. I’ve only heard him say about five words up until now.
“I’ll move when someonetellsme you’re safe,” Mason saysin a deep voice, looking down at me and I look away. “Don’t look so scared. They aren’t getting in here, new girl. This place is built like Fort Knox.” He pats the concrete wall behind him.
My eyes flit to his briefly but I’m sure to look away as fast as I can. I’m unable to understand what I see there. I swear I hear gunshots ring outside and I feel like I’m about to pass out. My breathing increases.
“You’re safe,” Layla says. “Sean and Wolfe were Force Exploration, although I never thought we’d need their skills at my rehearsal dinner!” She narrows her eyes at Mason like it’s his fault and as if she isn’t even afraid of him. Desensitized is what she is.
“Just some after dinner entertainment for us,” he says to her with an evil smirk that tells me he’d enjoy toying with whoever is out there.
I shudder.
“Force…exploration?” I ask, partly to distract myself, partly because I’m actually curious. I must look at her with a blank stare of what the hell are you talking about because Mason leans in.
“Marines. Both of them. Three long ass tours,” he says. “A little explosion won’t shake them in the slightest, it’s just enough to get their blood going.”
I gulp and nod, still terrified but somehow, I feel better knowing Wolfe is the one out there.
Twenty minutes later, someone has turned the music back on and people have started to drink again like nothing was even wrong. Mason pulls his phone out and reads a text then stands.
“You’re free to go, there’s no threat. Just one thing. You can’t leave the building tonight. You have to wait till morning.”He looks to Layla. “And you’ll be escorted to your house to get what you need before we leave for Tybee,” he says.
Layla isn’t bothered but I feel like I might throw up.
Not a chance I’m sleeping here.
“No way, that wasn’t part of the deal,” I say to Layla, my voice a full two octaves higher than normal. “I don’t even have anything to sleep in,” I say which gets Mason’s attention.
Getting the hell out of here was my first plan the moment we got the go ahead.
“Shelly will have everything you need. It’s just a precaution, new girl. Don’t need people coming and going while we’re carving someone up out there,” Mason adds with a pat on my shoulder. I can’t tell if he means it.
“He doesn’t mean that,” Layla says. She must notice I’m terrified. The thing is, she says that but doesn’t look convinced herself.
I watch Mason walk away and ask myself how someone becomes that way. Goddamn terrifying is what it is. I follow Layla blindly, still a bit buzzed from my pre-dinner shots and wine. I’m pretty sure that alcohol is the only thing keeping me standing. We meet up with Chantel, Maria, and Amber on the way back to the bar and they also seem unfazed.
