Page 31 of King's Claim
King’s eyes found Viper’s.“You said eyes are on their clubhouse?”
“Yeah,” Viper confirmed.“Prospects have been watching since dawn.Serpents’ve been pulling in heavy all day.They’re posturing.Means they’ve got something they want to show off.My bet’s she’s inside.”
King’s gut twisted again, but this time with certainty.Lena was there.He could feel it like a live wire in his veins.
“All right,” he said, voice cold as steel.“We hit them tonight.Full force.I want their doors blown in before they know what’s coming.We get her out, and anyone who stands in the way goes in the ground.”
The men nodded, grim and eager.
King turned back to the bag one last time, brushing his fingers across the worn strap.His chest ached, his pulse a steady drum of fury and fear.He thought of Lena’s defiant eyes, the way she’d looked at him like she could see through the monster everyone else feared.
He’d told himself she was a weakness but he lied.King was going to tear the world apart to get her back.
Chapter Ten
King sat astride hisbike, the engine growling beneath him like a caged beast.Around him, the Devil’s Crown MC lined up in formation, headlights piercing the night, the roar of twenty Harleys filling the empty highway.
The air reeked of exhaust and gun oil, heavy with the promise of blood.King rolled his shoulders, leather creaking, the weight of his pistol snug at his side.A combat knife was strapped to his thigh, steel glinting faintly in the moonlight.
He’d come prepared to kill.At the head of the line, Viper pulled his helmet down, eyes hard as flint.Rage tightened his gloves, jaw clenched, eager to redeem himself.Every brother wore the same expression.They were grim and ready.
King gunned his throttle, signaling the charge.
“Let’s go,’ he said.
The pack surged forward, engines screaming into the night.
The Serpents’ clubhouse squatted on the edge of town, a sagging warehouse dressed up with neon lights and boarded windows.
The parking lot was littered with rusting cars and half a dozen bikes marked with the coiled snake patch.Loud music throbbed from inside, the bass vibrating through the cracked asphalt.
King raised his fist.The bikes cut off one by one, leaving the night eerily still.The sudden silence was louder than any engine roar.
He turned to his men.“No mercy.Take down anyone who gets in the way,” King ordered.
They nodded, weapons ready.
