Chapter 27
Camo
I t has been fucking days since the hunt for the stepcunt began, and he has evaded us at every turn, so we reach out to other supernaturals to help track the fucker down.
Pres reached out to some of the club’s allies, who are also supernatural, to help track him and his men down, so we can end them and move on.
I hated leaving Skyla this morning, but I cannot rest until this man is no longer breathing.
“Winger, we have had a sighting over on the west corner of the Duke pack’s territory,” Lionel, the leader of the Pixie clan says. “You got what you wanted, now you will complete our deal, yes?”
They are sneaky little fuckers but can get you any information that you might need. The clan owns the local parks, and do not take kindly to anyone mistreating the trees or plants, as Shift once found out— he still bears the scars.
“You know that I do not renege on a deal, Lionel. I will have Cotton send over the payment.” Lionel nods and leaves, as quick as he arrived. “I will reach out to the alpha over at the Dukes, and explain why we are entering their territory.”
We nod to Pres, as he steps away to make the call.
My body is alive, ready for a fight. Seeing the bruises on Skyla pushed me over the edge. Now we hunt the man who hurt her and make him suffer.
“You good?” Halen asks. “You need a clear head, brother.”
“My head is clear, Halen. I am doing this for my woman. No fucker hurts what is mine.” I grunt.
We watch as Pres walks back to us with a big smile on his face. it looks like the alpha Duke gave his permission.
“Mount up, brothers. We hunt.”
My fists itch to hit something, my body vibrates with anticipation to kill this fucker. We ride through the streets of Salem at high speed; the police let us be. They know that we are to be left alone, thanks to Tate.
He is wanting this cunt dead as much as I do, as he cares for my woman. She is lucky to have a tight crew that has her, but from now on, she will also have the Kings at her side whenever she needs them.
Plus, she will always have me for as long as I am breathing.
Streets pass us by, the buildings change, some modern, some old showing the true vision of Salem. Salem holds so much history that can fuel the futures to come. From witches to wolfs, and vampires, we have it all here.
Passing through the Duke’s territory, my body responds with a shiver to the shield that they have clearly put in place. A ward to warn them of any supernaturals who pass through.
Pres stops his bike, and we all follow suit. I sit on my bike, my feet planted flat on the ground, waiting for Pres.
“The alpha informed me that there are men hiding out in a home that has been sitting empty; one of his pack took money from said men to use the property. He is being dealt with by the alpha.”
“Let’s go.” I sling my leg over my bike, needing this shit done so I can get back to my woman.
“We go in, but you need to know what the alpha wanted in return for allowing us to come onto his land.”
My gut tightens, because I can only fucking imagine how bad it will be. Sometimes I forget how fucking devious supernaturals can be.
“What does he want?” Oryn asks.
His eyes slide over each of us, then land on Halen.
“No,” I state, crossing my arms, bringing Pres’s angry gaze to mine, but I do not give a flying fuck.
“I agreed to it, brother. If I did not, we would not be allowed to pass through, or find the fucks and end them.”
“They will fucking kill him. You know that they will push him too fucking hard.”
“I will do it, but with my own conditions.” Halen steps forward.
Shaking my head, I go to speak but he gives me a look that tells me that this is his choice.
“We need this shit to end with this prick. I will take this for the club, and for you, brother,” Halen declares.
“You swear that you will not go too far?” He nods to me, and I pull the fucker in for a hug. “Appreciate you, brother.”
“Let’s move,” Pres calls.
“Oh, this is fucking fun.” Izzy’s voice makes us jump.
“Jesus fuck, girl,” I call out to her, making her giggle.
“You knew there was no way I was missing this shit.”
“Language,” Oryn calls to her, and she flips him off.
They are like brother and sister, I swear to you. We have often wondered when she will pass on, if she ever will.
We split up, pairing up and moving around the house. Lights shine through the windows, and sound comes from a TV somewhere inside. Halen is behind me, watching my back, as we sneak toward the back door.
“Time to fade, brother.” I nod to him.
Pushing open the door, which is fucking unlocked, the dumb fucks, I fade, blending into my surroundings.
Inching inside, my gun is drawn, ready to fire and end any fucker I see. My fingertips trail along the wall, keeping me from being seen, as Halen hangs back until I give him the nod to join me. Stepping through a doorway that leads into a living area, I see four men, all lounging on the furniture.
The cunt I want is in a recliner chair.
Before I can make my move, the front door is kicked in, making the man jump and reach for a weapon.
“I don’t think so, fucker.” I dive for the cunt closest to me, as he lifts his gun, taking aim at Shift.
He yelps, not expecting me, so I have the upper hand. My fist connects with his jaw, and we grapple. I get a few good hits in making him moan in pain, but the skinny cunt gets a few hits in on me, too.
I hear shouting and thuds coming from the stairs. Fuck, there are more of them.
My brothers fight, and I look over to see Thorin biting one and ripping out his jugular, before dropping his body to the floor. I look down at the panting prick beneath me, and I aim my gun at his forehead then pull the trigger.
Blood curdling screams fill the air around us as two men cower in the corner, Shift touching each of them, so fuck knows what he is making them see with his hallucination power.
I push to my feet, seeing that Winger has the cunt I want. He is on his knees with three other men next to him, all three of them glaring at us, rage flowing off them, but one is shaking in fear and it fuels me.
“You are doing all of this over some stuck-up cunt?” the stepfather spits.
Charging forward, I slam my fist into his jaw, loving the satisfying crunch of bones breaking. He falls backward to the sound of giggling.
Turning my head, I see Izzy step forward, letting herself be seen, with her face close to the one who is shaking and whimpering.
“Boo,” she murmurs, and I shit you not, the fucker screams then faints.
“Holy shit, did he just faint?” Rush laughs as he leans against the wall, his arms and ankles crossed.
“Pussy.” Shift laughs.
“Hey, fuckers. Pussies are strong female parts. If not for a strong vagina, then the human race would die out. So pick another word to describe a weak man,” Izzy jumps in, folding her arms and popping a hip like a bratty teenage girl.
Shift holds his hands up in a surrender motion.
I look back at the bastards on the floor.
“You fucked with the wrong woman, when you took it upon yourself to hurt my woman,” I growl.
He smirks as he shifts back to his knees, and his eyes shine with excitement, which only pisses me off more.
“She was easy to get to, motherfucker. If she was your woman, you would have protected her better, but, man, she was so hot screaming out when I hit her. Made my dick hard.”
I see red as his words hit deeply.
“You picked the wrong side,” I say. Then, aiming my gun, I shoot the two other men on either side of him, watching his eyes go wide, fear filling them.
Tucking my gun into the waistband of my jeans, I slide my knife out of my holster. I drop onto my haunches, so I am eye level with this motherfucker. Holding the knife, and pressing the sharp tip against the tip of my forefinger, his eyes track the movement, before his gaze meets mine.
“Skyla is mine. Aston is mine.” Something settles inside of me when I finally confess that out loud for every brother to hear.
“You will die here tonight and no one will look for your body, do you know why?” He shakes his head. “That piece of shit you lived with, the one person who should have protected her son, is already dead. I had the great pleasure of helping her meet her maker.”
“S-she should have stayed out of our business,” he stutters like he is justifying hurting my woman and the boy.
“You should not have fucking touched the boy in the first place. There is a special place in hell for cunts like you, and Satan himself will gladly make you burn for what you have done.”
“Can we end this? I am bored now,” Izzy whines from behind me.
I smile, seeing the fucker’s eyes go wide.
“Yeah, Iz. We can go now. I have a woman and son waiting for me at the club.”
In a flash, I hold the top of the man’s head, then ram my blade into his skull through the underside of his jaw. Gurgling sounds come from his mouth, as his wide fear-filled eyes settle on mine, making me grin.
“Told you, you would die here tonight. I want you to know as your life drains away, it is because you touched my woman. A woman who belongs to The Kings of Anarchy. The alpha of the pack’s land we are on will use your body as an offering to the trolls who like human meat and bones.
But first, your organs will be harvested and brought to us, so we can sell them on the illegal market. ”
“You fucked with the wrong club, motherfucker.”
“Language. Fuck me.” I turn my head to see Oryn pinching the bridge of his nose at Izzy’s little outburst.
“Moot point, when you tell me off for swearing, while swearing, Mr. Lord.” The ghost giggles.
Turning back to the man hooked on my blade, I see the life drain from his eyes. His blood runs down the hilt, over my fist and wrist before dropping onto the floor, and his chest slows, until it stops moving and his body goes lax.
“He is gone, brother. Let’s get you home to your woman and kid. The alpha will take care of the body,” Winger calls out.
Pulling the blade back, I clean the blade on his clothes, before pushing to my feet. Turning to face my brothers, they all look at me, pride and brotherhood filling the room.
A shot rings out, and I see Rush shooting the gimp who fainted, before turning to look at the ones Shift was dealing with. His voice takes on the compulsion tone, as he looks at the two men.
“When we leave, you will take your guns and shoot each other in the head at the same time.”
“Alright, you bunch of misfits. Let’s ride back to the clubhouse. Beer and pussy will be waiting,” Pres calls out.
With one last look at the man who caused my woman and the boy pain, I spin on my heels and leave, trusting the clan to deal with the body and deliver the organs to us.
I sling my leg over my bike and fire her up, the overwhelming need pulsing through me to get back to my woman. She will never feel any fear again if I have anything to do with it.