Chapter 26
Kane
I watched the grey SUV pull off into the night. Cat was with that fucking ape of a ware, Ace, and several of his minions.
Angry as I may be, my little Kitty Cat wasn’t gone forever.
Like always, I had a plan to get her back.
It just required the right kind of bait.
Though I didn’t have it on hand at the moment, I knew exactly what kind of lure would work best on my beautiful omega.
What would tug on her gentle heartstrings more strongly than anything else.
“You want to follow them?” Graveyard questioned, his piss-yellow eyes watching the glow of the taillights fade as they moved away down the road.
“No,” I answered flatly, striding back to where we’d parked our bikes. “I’ve got an idea.”
“Let’s hear it,” my VP said, as he fell into line beside me.
I wouldn’t call Graveyard loyal. He’s more committed to what best serves his interests.
Right now, I’m that. If I ever stop being that for him, I know my VP will be the first to tear my throat out and scatter my bones in the woods behind our clubhouse.
I don’t blame him though. I’d do the same if it ever came down to it.
“Now that Ace has his grubby hands on my woman, it would be all out war if I challenged him head-on over the omega. I’ve got a better idea,” I said with a malicious smile.
Climbing onto our bikes, Graveyard looked over at me and asked a single question. “Are we going to need any back up for this plan of yours?”
“Nope. She’s only one small girl. She won’t put up much of a fight,” I said with confidence.
We drove out of town to a strip mall that had a run-down bar with a faded neon sign that read, The Rusty Tin Can.
I parked my bike behind a large pick-up. Despite the dilapidated green obstruction, I still had a good view of the front entrance of the dive bar as we perched on our bikes and waited.
“You going to make me ask?” Graveyard growled after about twenty minutes of silence.
I tossed him a cold stare. “I’m waiting for someone. She’s the secret to getting Cat to come to me so we don’t have to go to her.”
Graveyard’s expression never changed, but I could tell he was carefully considering my words. Despite what many people thought, the ware was one of the smartest and most brutal men I knew.
“I assume we’re going to take the bitch for collateral,” he stated matter-of-factly, lighting up a cigarette as we waited. “You don’t think that will piss off the Night Stalkers?”
I cracked my neck and relieved some of the tension there. “Those bastards aren’t ever going to know about it.”
“And the girl?” My VP casually asked, a knowing gleam in his eyes as the smoke streamed in front of his scarred face.
“She’s not going to be able to say anything about it when I’m done with her.” I glanced sideways at the biker. “If you’re lucky, I might let you do the honors. I know how much you like teaching human women their place.”
Graveyard was a sick fuck, and that was saying something coming from me.
His road name wasn’t ironic or a play on words.
The man loved to drop bodies. Especially those of human women.
Hell, over half the bitches we’ve got buried out back are thanks to him.
In the outside world, he’d be called a serial killer.
In our community, he’s known as a Wendigo.
Wendigos love to hunt humans. After they’ve done whatever fucked up things they want to do with them, they eat the fleshy remains.
Just like my buddy Pike. Just like I’ve done a time or two in the past. But Graveyard takes it to a whole new level.
He despised humans with every fiber of his being.
Women in particular. I heard his mom was one. I can’t imagine that’s a coincidence.
Graveyard’s yellow eyes light up with interest at my offer. “You’d let me have her when you’re done?” Licking his lips, the man’s body began to hum with excitement.
“We’ll see. We’ve got to catch her first. She bartends at this shitty establishment a couple times a week. After she closes up for the night, we’re going to follow her home and use her as bait to draw out Cat.”
“Which one of us gets to bite her to knock her out?” Graveyard intensely queried, his body so rigid with tension it looked downright painful.
“I haven’t decided that yet.” Snagging a cigarette out of my own pocket, I lit it up and took a long, lazy drag.
The Blood Moon, despite the booze, drugs, fucking, and fighting, was riding me hard.
As soon as we took this bitch and hid her away, I was going to ride back to the club and unleash my inner animal.
Until then, I was just going to have to play with my Kitty Cat’s little friend for a well-needed distraction.
It wasn’t going to scratch the itch like the real thing would, but it would be a fun way to pass the time.
When I was done, I’d give her to Graveyard.
After that, there’d be nothing left. That was one sure fire way from stopping the dumb bitch from squealing to the Night Stalkers about us.
We didn’t have to wait long. The red head came out the door of the bar about ten minutes later. She was accompanied by a man who locked it with a large ring of keys behind them.
The “chivalrous” male, no doubt trying to get into her panties, walked the girl to her car. Predictably, he leaned against her driver’s side door so that she couldn’t easily get inside and donned a shit-eating grin.
“You sure I can’t come over for a drink tonight, Anna? Just one? I make a mean margarita,” he lamely tempted, his lust stinking up the night air even from this distance.
“I’ve got to work at my second job tomorrow morning, Fred. I’m going right to bed the minute I get home,” Anna gently explained.
Fred upped his small-dick energy then. “I can get behind that. I’m exhausted and would love a cuddle-buddy for the night. I’m like an awesome human-sized pillow and I don’t toss and turn… much.”
Fucking fool. When would human men learn?
These pansy-ass males always fumbled the bag.
They had no game, in or out of the bedroom.
As with most things, wares were superior in that they let their noses guide them to their mates.
Then, when we saw our opportunity, we took what was ours.
Humans were pathetic creatures, each one weaker and more ineffective than the other.
I could hear the redhead’s sigh from over here as she prepared her second rebuttal of the evening. She was a good-looking woman, so I’m sure she fended off men like this on a daily basis and had grown tired of these losers shadowing her every step.
Crossing her arms, she gave the man a stern look. “Fred, I’ve told you I’m not interested in dating anyone right now. Please respect that and let me leave.”
“We don’t have to put anything in writing, Anna,” the male jested with a fake, over the top laugh. “We can just, you know, see where it goes.”
Reaching out, he fingered a long strand of her hair that had escaped her ponytail.
Fed up now, Anna pursed her shiny lips and stepped out of his reach. “Look, I’m trying to be nice to you, Fred, since we work together, but I’m not interested. I need you to get away from my car so I can go home, or I’m telling Mitch what you do every time we have to close the bar together.”
Fred immediately shoved away from the woman’s car like he’d been physically burned. “There’s no need to be a bitch, Anna! All you had to say was that you’re not interested. God, why is it so hard for women to just be transparent?”
Anna’s face took on a pinched look then. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’ve done nothing but tell you that since we met, Fred.”
Fred, back slumped in resignation, stalked off toward his car, fists tucked deep inside his jean’s pockets. “Whatever. That’s what I get for being a nice guy,” he spat, sounding like he’d been the injured party in this exchange, and not the other way around.
“Jerk,” Anna uttered under her breath.
Angrily keying into her car, she took off out of the parking lot in a Chevy Malibu that would have looked more at home in a junk yard than it did on the road.
We gave her a minute before we followed behind, not wanting her to catch on that we were tailing her drive home. Lucky for us, the bitch was completely clueless as she blasted her radio on full volume and sang along with each song as though she was the artist who’d personally penned the lyrics.
Anna lived in a duplex of which she occupied the left side.
We drove past the run-down two-story building when she pulled into her driveway.
Our mechanic shop was only a few miles down the road from here, and I planned on temporarily storing our bikes in the garage there.
Leaving our motorcycles behind, we’d double back to the redhead’s apartment on foot, bite her, then smuggle her out in her piece of shit Malibu which we’d hide over at the garage.
That way, if anyone was looking for the girl, it would look like she’d gone out of town on her own accord.
It took us a little over an hour to arrive back at Anna’s apartment.
As good as her word, the human woman had gone straight to bed.
Her back door was a joke to break into. Shit, the only thing easier would have been if someone had left it wide open with a sign that said Rob Me hanging over the archway.
However, given how little the woman owned, I’m not sure there would have been anything for a junkie, or any other desperate person, to take.