Scorched King (Outlaw Justice #5)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The Traitor

The boss was pissed. He’d stormed out of Tel’s little fucking lair with blood in his eyes. The fact he’d blown off the club meeting and taken off like a bat out of hell did not bode well for my future.

I could feel the walls closing in despite everything I’d done to stop it.

I had half a mind to break into Tel’s office while they were gone to see what I could find, but everyone knew that was suicide. That paranoid little fucker had his shit locked down tight with booby traps and alarms everywhere. That left only one option.

The girl.

I’d hoped the boss would fuck her out of his system by now and she’d be gone. His women never lasted long after sex. But he had a hard on for her young pussy and I guess as long as she went for the old dick then she wasn’t going anywhere.

Obviously she hadn’t remembered seeing me that night in the poker room or I’d already be dead. Whether she’d forgotten from the trauma or hadn’t seen me clearly that night remained to be seen. It was time to figure it out for sure and secure my position.

I had no desire to hurt her, but I wouldn’t risk everything I’d built for some piece of ass either. I’d sacrificed enough and no woman was going to take me down. Not even her.

As the bikes left the compound and their roar faded into the distance, I headed toward s JD’s cabin. Since I’d been left behind as part of the security detail, no one would question my presence out here. I could send the prospect on a dinner run, and she and I could have a little chat.

I adjusted the loaded gun at the small of my back and flicked away my cigarette. Following the trail through the dark, I stepped onto the unlit front porch of JD’s place and found a massive brother blocking the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Bear growled.

Fuck. Not the prospect.

I plastered on my most innocent expression, ready to bullshit my way through this. “I came to relieve the prospect so he could get some food. Where is he? What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking over here until JD gets back.” Bear eyed me like he could see through me and all the way to my now black heart. But unless Sasha suddenly had a flash of memory, my secrets were still safe. For now.

I’d planted some evidence for Tel to find, not only so I could see if he took the bait, but to buy myself this time to check on the girl. I needed to know one way or another if she was a threat.

“Okay then. You need anything from the kitchen? I’m sure one of the bitches wouldn’t mind taking care of you.”

His frown deepened. “Have a little respect. Those women work hard for our club.”

I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. “No offense meant, man. Swear it. The ladies do take good care of us. I just wanted to make sure everyone got dinner while I was on patrol.”

I might be newer than some members, but I wasn’t some lame prospect, and I wasn’t going to take shit from Bear. For some reason he’d always rubbed me wrong. Dude didn’t seem to like me and I’d done nothing to make him doubt me. Well, except for that night he got hurt in the explosion, which he didn’t know was because of me. Kind of felt bad about that. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.

I raised my hand and covered my smirk.

“We’re good here. I already placed an order and will be heading that way in a few minutes to pick it up.”

I nodded. “Cool, man. Well, I’ll get out of your way. I want to do a back perimeter sweep of the compound anyways. Some of the cameras out there have been a little glitchy. Catch ya later.” I stepped back off the porch and headed around back like I’d said. I didn’t want to linger and give Bear any reason to be suspicious. Now more than ever I had to watch every step I took. This was not the time to take unnecessary risks.

However, I did need to get to the girl. Since tonight might be my only chance, I would have to circle back and wait for Bear to head to the clubhouse. That would give me maybe ten minutes, if I was lucky. Not much time, but it could work.

I disappeared into the inky darkness behind the cabin and away from the security cameras I knew would track any movement coming and going. Part of me wanted to abandon this plan. The appearance of Bear had forced me off script and any unplanned moves could get me caught.

However, the sweat of desperation permeated the air around me as I dropped behind a tree to wait. When JD had come out of Tel’s office, I could see he was at the end of his rope. Soon, he would take desperate measures, and I had to secure my safety.

Ten minutes passed with no movement in or out of the cabin. All the windows and blinds were closed giving me not a hint of what went on behind them. Maybe all that talk about Bear wanting the Prez’s girl had more merit than everyone thought.

Were they inside fucking as I stood out here like a swinging fucking dick?

Anger swelled in my veins as the predicament I found myself in started to crawl up my back and into my head. This whole situation was fucked. I should have taken my money and run while I had the chance. Only running from an MC like Wrath was not how I intended to spend the rest of my life.

A warning hoot from a nearby owl sounded to my right. The local wildlife didn’t like my presence, and they weren’t afraid to let me know. I’d need to move on soon before I stirred up more trouble than I bargained on.

Not to mention the soft misty rain of earlier had turned into a swell of wind and heavier rain, that had soaked through my clothes. I was fucking cold and wet and more annoyed than ever.

This was all her fault. If that fucking bitch would have stayed out of the building like she was supposed to, none of this would have happened. When the club took down the Mazzeo brat, my involvement would have died along with him. Instead, JD had gone on the warpath over a chick he didn’t even want.

Well, I could take care of that complication for him. One slice of the knife hiding in my boot against her scrawny neck would end all of our problems. My snitch would be gone and unable to identify me, and the Prez could get back to managing his fucking club instead of panting after a woman that was trying to ruin everything.

JD should have learned by now that bitches weren’t worth the trouble if you have them for anything more than a bounce on your dick now and then. Especially, if you got one pregnant and she started hanging that shit over your head every ten fucking minutes.

This plan officially sucked.

I was ready to pack it in and call it a night when Bear emerged from the cabin and headed in the direction of the clubhouse.

Fucking finally.

I peeled away from the tree and crept silently to the back door I’d rigged the last time I visited.

Five minutes or less. That’s all it was going to take to silence this bitch once and for all.