Page 37 of Summer's Edge

“Yeah, we got those for you, don’t worry,” Ruin says. “And we’ll have you back home in no time.”

“Right, it’s been a while for you,” Hunter says.

“But everything’s still the same,” Chance adds.

“Only not exactly,” Ruin pipes up. “A lot has happened.”

I’m sure they all think he’s talking about the war heating up and all that. But I know better. And I don’t need him insinuating it. I know very well that I want to get back home so I can see Summer again. Feel her soft skin under my fingers, taste her, bury my cock deep inside her as I come so hard that all I really know is her name.

Maybe all those cravings will pass with time. But they haven’t yet. And I doubt they ever will, if I’m being totally honest.

I never thought I could be myself with a woman as I can be with the brothers. But I was more myself with her than I’ve ever been with anyone. And as I suit up for the job, stuffing as many guns and knives as my outfit will allow, I’m starting to miss that guy. Not because I’m not a hundred percent committed to this job and the MC, I am. But because it’s not actually a hundred percent of who I am.

It makes no sense. There’s no way Summer and me can have anything but a secret relationship from here on out. But there it is.

* * *

Gene’s hackingjob on the cameras went into effect at just before two AM. We then spent another hour watching every room of the huge house, committing it to memory. Of the thirty bodyguards, twenty were on patrol at all times while ten rested. Two of the ones on duty manned the control room with all the security camera feeds. Part of the hacking job also includes jamming those cameras and showing them footage that won’t include us as we enter the house and take them out one by one.

The plan is to break in through the main gate using some sort of high-tech gadget that can bust any lock and makes virtually no sound. I have no idea how it works, I just hope it will.

Then three of us will take care of the sleeping guards while the rest take out the twenty on patrol.

A simple plan.

All sorts of shit will probably go wrong before it’s done though like it always does. But like always, I have no doubt we’ll leave having done what we came here to do.

We rode at just after three, all equipped with earpieces for easier communication.

We didn’t take the bikes to avoid making too much noise. Instead, we squeezed into the pickup and a van. The drive was short. Tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and as I looked at my brothers’ masked faces, I realized there were very few places I’d rather be.

Back in the day, I’d say there was no place I’d rather be. But that was before Summer and the cabin.

I pushed the thought out of my mind as soon as it rose. Distraction can get you killed. And I wanna live to see Summer again. Hear her sweet voice whispering in my ear, feel her soft touch and her tasty lips on mine.

We left the van about half a mile from the house and trekked the rest of the way on foot, keeping to the shadows, walking as silently as ghosts.

“All clear on the cameras,” Gene’s voice floats through the earpiece. “They don’t see you and there’s no one in the yard. Break the gate.”

A short high-pitched buzz is followed by a sound like pressurized air being released. Then the gate slips open.

“Fan out,” Hunter says. “You all know what to do.”

There’s no unnecessary talk. The brothers just all leave to do their assigned tasks. I stay with Hunter, Chance, Jax and Ruin. We’re going after Clive and the ring.

The guy is in a bedroom on the second floor. He was sleeping in a huge king-sized bed when we left our compound. He’s guarded by five men at all times, but those are the only guards on the second floor, which should make our job a little easier.

“Don’t make any unnecessary noise,” Hunter says as we enter the house via a basement door that leads to the service stairs and the second floor.

There are no guards on the stairs. And before we even reach the first-floor landing, shouts and shots ring out from other parts of the house.

“A guard from the second floor is coming towards you, Hunter,” Gene says over the headpiece. “The rest are still bunched together around Clive.”

“Is anyone hurt?” Hunter asks.

“No, doing good,” Gene says.

Hunter signals us to follow him up the stairs, then stops right beside the door that will lead us to a utility room and then the second-floor hallway.

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