26. Rogue
ROGUE
Iwait for the text that tells me my guys have come in from behind and taken the Scorpion sentries out just like we planned. I give the all clear with one text to my entire team and then pound out a message to Bolt.
All I can think of is getting Angel back.
I swear that woman has gotten under my skin so bad that not having her next to me and knowing she’s in danger is driving me fucking insane.
I draw my sawed-off from my saddle bag, slide my bat into its loop on my pants, and check the rounds in my gun before making my way cautiously through the snake and scorpion infested desert to get close enough to the back door without being seen.
Bolt and his crew throw shots into the air up front while revving their engines and causing the two guards in back to hightail it up front while me and my boys get close enough to attack from the back.
We could have taken these bastards out ourselves if they didn’t bring more riders into town. Thank fuck we have Bolt and his crew running diversion and keeping them from escaping out the front door as I burst through the back door intent on saving my angel and blowing those fuckers to hell.
I fire off two shots that blow holes right through the first two men up from the floor while Hayze takes another out going for his piece.
My Sgt at Arms takes three out with his semi-automatic, his weapon of choice, which is proving pretty fucking handy tonight.
I grab one coked-out bum from the floor, kicking over the coffee table, blowing his nicely formed line of coke into the air. “Where is Angel?”
His eyes go wide. Yeah, maybe this fuck has enough brain cells left to know that he should be scared. “Downstairs.”
“On your fucking feet,” I snarl.
I grab him up by his hair and head downstairs, two of my men on my heels while the others deal with the rest of the crew, gunshot after gunshot letting me know those bastards got what was coming to them for taking what’s mine.
My chest pumps with unprecedented rage seeing Angel and presumably her sister’s torn clothing and exposure as we march downstairs with the drugged-out asshole in tow.
My shotgun is on the ready and if I had a fucking shot, I’d take it but the fucking coward with them is standing behind my angel whose shirt has been ripped with a knife right down to her waist, leaving her completely exposed while this sick fuck who just sealed his fate by placing a blade at her throat leers at me like he has the upper hand. Think again motherfucker.
I swear I’ll annihilate any of these bastards who had a hand in Angel’s capture but first I just need a fucking shot, just one.
The asshole in my grip decides to get smart and makes a play but Hayze puts him in his place, bringing him to his knees with his favorite sawed off shotgun pointed directly at his head. “You move and you’re dead.”
The coward standing behind Angel doesn’t have a play.
I’m not sure what he thinks he’s going to do in terms of getting away, because he’s not.
He so much as nicks her dainty throat with that fucking knife and so help me, I’ll skin the bastard alive.
“That blade draws one speck of blood and you’re going to find yourself laid out in our warehouse, chained down, stripped like you did these women, and then I’m going to skin you alive personally, motherfucker.
You think about that before you make a fucking play. ”
His eyes show his fear. The son of a bitch has heard the rumors about that warehouse and every single word of them was true.
You mess with what belongs to us, and you will pay the ultimate price to bastards too evil for this world.
An eye for an eye, we will deliver a just retribution. “Let her go.”
He’s gauging his options. The moment I see his realization that it’s the end of the line for him, my blood courses, because now the fucker has an incentive to get us to take him out before taking him to the warehouse and now, maybe he’s thinking about making us kill him by slitting her throat.
My eyes meet Angel’s. I tilt my head slightly, and she doesn’t fucking hesitate to do the same at the exact moment I need her to, leaning right into that blade of steel that nicks her creamy neck.
One bullet straight to the fucker’s head sends him straight to hell where the asshole belongs.
I rush forward and wrap my bandanna around her neck.
Just a nick, she’s going to be fine, thank fuck.
I zip my jacket covering Angel’s bared skin before rummaging in the dead man’s pockets for keys.
The minute I have her unlocked I readjust my jacket around her small dainty frame, drawing her to my chest and handing Hayze the keys so he can set Ari free.
He puts his jacket over her sister’s shoulders, keeping her covered as we guide them upstairs and into the protection of our crew.
So much carnage as we walk upstairs, some of their crew dead, shots blown straight through them, and others in pain with wounds that need addressing and who won’t ever see anyone to provide that care.
The Scorpions messed with the wrong woman when they took my Angel the first time, and they sure as shit knew she was with me when they took her the second time, no matter that she came willingly, they disrespected her and took advantage of her for profit, and to make her pay for leaving them the first time. For that they paid the ultimate price.
My crew and Bolt and his crew from Tijuana, they fucking came through.
There’s not a Scorpion left standing as we walk out the front door with the ladies.
Bolt revs his engine ready to ride as I get close.
“Thanks for all the help. We appreciate it. Get out on the freeway, out on the highway cams as fast as you can because things are about to go down that you and your crew don’t need to be a part of.
You were here to meet up with an old friend if anyone asks, you have no idea what went down after you left. ”
Bolt nods but he knows exactly what Sear, our cleaner, is about to do. “We’ll get on the road. You ever need us again, you fucking call. And don’t forget you owe me that beer.”
The Scorpions are going to feel the heat of the Royal Bastards revenge because when someone messes with one of our own, they don’t live to see another day. No matter if it was the Tucson, Arizona Scorpions or those they brought in to help and play in this battle they were never going to win.
These fuckers had a chance to walk out of here alive before they disrespected my Angel and her sister.
Stripping them down and exposing them, these fuckers aren’t getting out of here alive.
And I’m going to make damn sure of that.
The minute my whole crew is out of the house, I give the order. “Light ‘em up boys.”