Page 107 of Menace

There was also the possibility that Bren had more information.

Maybe he had overheard something that could help them find her. Or point the search in the right direction.

He knew he was clutching at straws but it was that or lose his mind.

And right now he could not afford to go crazy.

But once he had those who had taken her in his hands?

Then, and only then, would he allow his crazy out.

They were going to regret taking what was his.

Regret it bitterly.

Walking into Viper’s room and seeing his friend with pipes going in and out of him and monitors beeping had his gut churning with guilt.

It was because he had requested Viper as one of her guards that he was now here. In hospital with fucking holes in him.

Stepping up next to the bed he clasped a hand over Viper’s tattoo covered forearm.

Instantly his eyes snapped open.

“Fucking sorry I let you down, brother.” Viper’s voice was soft but strong. “Fucking son of a bitch, cock-sucking, son of a whore prospect caught us on the wrong foot.”

Lucky tightened his hand. “Not your fault, Viper. We dropped the ball with that little fucker, but rest assured, he’s goin’ to pay. I’ll personally relieve him of his skin once we get our hands on him.”

Viper grinned. “Tell me you’ll wait until I’m out of here. I want to be there when you take it off him. We can pretend we’re makin’ a skin suit or a lampshade or somethin’.”

He winked and nodded as he let go of his brother’s arm, letting him know he would wait.

“Anythin’ you can remember would be useful right now, brother.” Maniac said quietly.

“Not much, Prez.” Viper grimaced. “I was doin’ my rounds when I was hit. Never even heard or saw the fuckers. Did hear Flag, that motherfuckin’ traitor when they dragged me into the brush to hide me from view. He kept urgin’ them to leave me and get goin’ before Magic noticed I wasn’t where I was supposed to be.”

His eyes focused on their prez. “Did they get him? Is he okay?”

Maniac gave it to him straight, no hiding anything.

“They got him. His injuries are more severe and he’s still in surgery. Same with Bren. Flag tricked him to get inside and he shot him at close range. He’s in surgery as well.”

“And Harper and Ry, did they get them?” His eyes focused on Lucky and stayed with him.

“They got them, brother, but we’re getting’ them back, make no mistake.” Lucky said in a voice gritty with worry and rage.

Viper clasped a hand over Lucky’s where it was resting on the bed.

“I’m sorry, brother. Sorry I didn’t kill that little motherfucker.” He frowned. “I’m not sure but I think I heard them talkin’ about a boat. Don’t know what kind of a boat or anythin’ else.”

Lucky’s gut jerked and his entire body went on alert.

It was more than they had known a minute ago.

“We’ll get on it, brother. Anything you remember is valuable and will help us track down the motherfuckers who took my family.” Lucky said.

Meanwhile his mind was racing.

He needed his cousins, now more than ever.

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