Chapter Forty-Two
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
THE CLUB WAS buzzing with activity, every man focused and ready. Weapons were cleaned, bikes were prepped, and everyone knew exactly what was coming. Drago had been waiting in the shadows for too long, and now we were going to bring the fight to him.
Devil stood at the front of the room, his eyes hard as he looked over his club brothers. “We hit the foundry at first light before they wake up. Mystic, you take point. Bolt, you’re with me.”
I nodded, my jaw tight. There was no room for mistakes. We had one shot at taking Drago down, and I wasn’t going to let anything—or anyone—get in our way.
“Chain and Thunder will scout the perimeter,” Devil continued. “We get in, and we take these bastards down.”
The room was silent, every man ready for what was coming. This wasn’t just about territory and power. They’d come after our own, and that wasn’t something we could let slide. My eyes found Spinner, who had healed from his beating and his cold eyes said he wanted revenge. The foundry was going to be a battleground, and by the time we were done, Drago wouldn’t be able to crawl out of the wreckage.
I leaned against the bar, watching as Thunder and Chain went over the plan with Devil one last time. The guys were sharp, focused. They knew what needed to be done.
But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the mission, my mind kept drifting to her.
She was across the room, her face pale but set with determination as she talked to Brenda. She was trying to stay strong, trying to push through the fear. But I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands clenched the chain around her neck.
She was still scared.
And hell, I didn’t blame her.
I pushed off the bar and made my way over to her. The second she saw me, something in her eyes softened, but the worry was still there.
“Hey,” I said quietly, taking her hands in mine to stop her fidgeting. “You’re thinkin’ way too hard.”
She let out a shaky breath and nodded, but it wasn’t convincing. “I know. But I won’t lie, Bolt... I’m scared, not for me but for you.”
I reached out, my hand resting on her shoulder, pulling her in close. “It’s okay to be scared, Fiona, but nothing will happen to me, I promise.”
She leaned into me, her body trembling slightly. “What if something goes wrong? What if—”
“Nothing’s gonna go wrong,” I said, cutting her off. “You hear me?”
She looked up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I don’t want to lose you. I couldn’t survive it.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected. I’d been so focused on keeping her safe, on protecting her from everything, that I hadn’t thought about what she might be feeling.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” I promised, my voice filled with confidence. “Not without you.”
She swallowed hard, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “I can’t lose you, Bolt. Not now. Not after everything.”
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling the weight of our love hanging between us. “I promised never to leave you,” I whispered against her lips. “And I intend to keep that promise.”
She nodded, but I could still see the fear in her eyes. Fear for me, fear for herself. I pulled her into a tight embrace, my lips pressing against her hair. “I love you, Fiona, and tonight I’ll be in our bed doin’ all sorts of dirty things to you to prove it.”
Fiona chuckled and looked up at me with a smile. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
THE SOUND OF motorcycles roared as we approached the vicinity of the location. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I was ready for this.
Devil was beside me, his hand resting on his gun as he scanned the area. The club had come in full force—Thunder, Chain, Devil, Horse, Gatsby, all of us. A handful of men were left behind to guard the clubhouse and protect the women.
The location of the foundry loomed ahead, the road dark and empty. This was it. The moment everything came to a head.
We stopped just down the road, the roar of engines dying down as the club members dismounted their bikes, ready to draw blood.
“Stay close,” Devil said, his eyes taking in our surroundings. “We walk the rest of the way in and surprise them.”
I nodded, my hand tightening around my pistol. It felt heavier tonight, like it knew just how personal this revenge was to me.
The plan was simple: go in, take out Drago and his men, and get out. But as soon as we stepped onto the property, everything exploded into chaos.
Gunfire erupted from the shadows, bullets whizzing past us as the club moved in, returning fire. I ducked behind a rusted metal beam, my heart racing as I aimed and fired, taking down one of Drago’s men with brutal efficiency.
By the time the dust settled, the foundry was eerily quiet. Drago’s men were either dead or gone, and the club stood victorious. But the weight of everything still hung heavy in the air. Devil moved through the building, his eyes scanning the bodies. “Drago isn’t fucking here!” he snarled. “And I don’t think he was here to begin with, split before we got here.”
“He ran tail, like the fucking yellow snake he is,” Chain smirked. “But we put a hurtin’ on his numbers tonight, that I guarantee.”
“Let’s fucking clean this up and clear out,” Devil mumbled, sounding defeated. In his mind, the goal was to take out Drago, so he failed.
And Devil didn’t like to fail.