GHOST: An MC Romance: DEVIL'S CREED MC (Devils Creed MC Book 2)

Chapter 11

Ghost

Leaving Rae alone with the girls was hard, but it had to be done if I wanted to ensure she would never be hurt again.

Determined, I walked into the armory, my fingers skimming over the hardware as I made my way to the set of Glocks I’d had Haze order. I picked them up, testing their weight before securing them into the holsters beneath my arms.

“Grab that shotgun too,” Kane advised.

It seemed excessive, but better to have them and not need them than the reverse.

“That’s a lot of firepower, Ghost.” Banner”s voice cut through the silence.

“Yeah,” I grunted, stuffing an extra magazine into my cut. “And that’s a lot of knives.” I nodded to the blades in front of him that he might as well be salivating over.

Banner chuckled. My brother had a special talent for wet work, he was a king at torturing our enemies. I once watched him skin a man alive without flinching. He was known far and wide as The Butcher for a reason.

“This make you feel better?” He grinned, picking up a handgun and tucking it into the waistband of his jeans.

“It does in fact,” I said, looking beyond Banner to where Rae”s dad stood. He’d been quietly watching as we armed ourselves. I’d given him shit, but the man wasn’t a slouch. Dragon had done some digging and discovered Raymond Thompson was a war hero before his wife died and he’d moved his daughter off grid.

“Grab what you want, old man.” Sharp blue eyes that matched my girl’s jumped to mine before scanning the assortment of firepower in front of him. He gave a curt nod as he stepped forward, grabbed a pistol, slid it into an ankle holster, then stepped away.

“Let”s roll out,” Banner yelled, filing out.

We rode through the city to the address Dragon had found and sure enough it led us straight to the motherfuckers who’d hurt my girl.

“Park down here,” I murmured into the comm. As one, we pulled into an alley a few blocks from our target’s house.

“We do this clean. In and out. No fuckups.” Banner was all business.

It was almost pitch black apart from a few shitty streetlights. Quietly, we moved through the shadows, the night giving us the perfect cover as we rounded the house.

I watched Banner pull out his twin blades, a smile lighting up his face as the moonlight reflected off their edges.

“No cameras, no alarms,” Dragon whispered. “This should be easy.”

Haze moved in, picked the lock, then raised his fingers to the count of three.

One. Two. Three.

With a twist of his wrist, he opened the door, and we followed him in. The place was a fucking wreck, a crash pad if I’d ever seen one.

A floorboard creaked upstairs, and we all looked up.

I signaled with a hand, and Haze and Kane nodded. It’d already been decided that they would take the lead. In total silence they climbed the steps, the rest of us right on their six.

I watched as Haze nodded and Kane slipped into the shadows. I’d forgotten how insane it was to watch the two work in tandem, completely in sync with one another.

“Bedroom,” I mouthed, my gaze locking onto a sliver of light beneath the door.

Banner”s eyes met mine and he lifted his chin. He was ready.

Lifting my boot, I kicked in the door and there he was. The piece of shit who thought he could lay hands on Rae and Sophia.

Marshall yelped as his eyes grew as wide as saucers.

“What the f—” His words died in a gurgle when my fist connected with his jaw. Satisfaction surged through me when his bones crunched under my knuckles, and he dropped to the ground.

“He’s all yours, big brother.”

Banner strode forward, a grin on his lips as he twirled his blades like a pro. He didn’t speak, didn’t need to; his eyes said enough. They went arctic as Banner detached and The Butcher went to work—his movements precise and methodical.

Marshall screamed as large sections of his flesh were cut away and dropped into piles on the floor.

My stomach turned but my brother never faltered. Regardless of coming after me, Marshall had made threats against my brother’s wife and that wouldn’t go unpunished, and the penalty was death.

“You fucked up when you targeted his wife,” Link chimed in with a chuckle.

Banner leaned over Marshall and I watched wide-eyed as he continued. There was a sickening beauty to his brutality before the screams finally died.

“Fuck, I thought he’d last longer.” There was a hint of disappointment in my brother’s voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

“One down, two to go. Call in a cleaner and let’s move on.” We moved quickly once the clean-up crew arrived. They were the best on the east coast and once they were done, every trace of us would be wiped clean.

We stepped out into the night air, closing the door behind us. Onto guard number two.

Just like before, Haze and Kane took the lead getting us into Davidson’s house.

“Did you hear that?” I whispered after closing the door behind us.

“In there.” Rae”s dad pointed down a hallway where a figure loomed over something—or someone—smaller.

A small “help” squeaked out as Davidson’s hand plowed into the side of her head.

“Shit,” I barked, drawing Davidson’s attention. His head whipped around and the woman he had pinned to the wall slumped to the ground.

“You sick fuck,” I growled. Only a coward preyed on women.

His eyes jumped from me to Raymond to my brother. “The borrowed time you’ve been running on is up, motherfucker.”

“Fuck you!” he shouted; eyes frantic as he looked for an escape. There was no way out of this. He’d fucked with the wrong women, and the wrong club.

“This one’s mine,” Raymond mumbled, stepping between me and Banner and pulling out his gun.

“Fuck no. This motherfucker messed with me every day while I was locked up. If anyone’s going to shoot him, it’s going to be me.” I pulled out my Glock.

“He attacked my daughter,” Raymond hissed, pulling a silencer from his pocket and twisting it onto the barrel of his gun. “How would you feel if he’d attacked Payton.” His words were like a punch to the gut. Looking over into his eyes, I could see the anguish there. His daughter had been attacked and then shot.

“I’d burn the fucking world to the ground,” I admitted, exhaling roughly. “Fine, but the cop who shot her is mine.”

“Deal.” With that, Raymond lifted his arm and pulled the trigger, his shot landing right between Davidson’s eyes.

“Aye!” Haze and Kane cheered, thoroughly impressed.

“The girls are safe now,” Banner said, tucking his twin blades back into his cut.

“Almost,” Dragon stated.

Right. I nodded. The cop was still out there, the only one Dragon had been unable to find.

“Almost,” I agreed, clapping my brother on the back before getting on my bike.

“We’ll find him.” Kane squeezed my shoulder.

“Thanks, brother. I’m heading home. Got a couple of ladies waiting for me.” I flicked the ignition, the bike purring to life beneath me.

Raymond gave a final nod then mounted his bike and roared off down the road. I had a feeling it wasn’t the last we’d be seeing of the commando. Soon he’d be my father-in-law—family.

But as it was, the mission was done, and it was time to get home to my girls.