“Fuck you,” he snarled, looking as if he was going to rise to his feet. There was the muffled sound of a shot being fired, and then the man roared in pain, grabbing his hand as he began to rock back and forth.
Ignoring him, I motioned toward Slash and Holliday. “Let’s get them tied up and in the back of the SUV so we can get out of here.”
“You might as well kill us,” one of them said. “We’re dead anyway if you take our guns.”
I looked at him. A young kid who couldn’t have been more than twenty-one or twenty-two. He was right. They were all dead once the wolves caught up with them after losing their gun shipment. Unless, of course, my brother and I found them first.
Squatting down beside him, I said gruffly, “Maybe, maybe not, but this might be a good time for you to think about a new career.”
He nodded slowly, swallowing hard, his eyes locked on mine. “Yeah.”
Knowing there wasn’t anything else I could do for him, I rose again, turning to grab some rope Holliday threw my way. He’d made his bed, choosing to run guns in the first place. Just like I made mine running with an MC. What happened to us, was on us.
Ten minutes later, they were all tied and gagged. The seats were folded down in the back of the SUV, and all eight of them were squeezed together inside. I motioned for my crew to jump into the vans, and soon we were pulling out of the parking lot and heading to where our truck was hidden a mile and a half away, along with our bikes.
It didn’t take long to transfer the weapons from the vans to the truck, and then ditch the vans where they wouldn’t be found anytime soon. Afterwards, Brady and I sat on our Harleys and watched the truck head down the highway, Slash and The Kid flanking it on their bikes.
After a moment, I glanced over at my brother, cocking an eyebrow. “You ready for this?”
The corner of his mouth turned up into the closest thing I’d seen to a grin on him in a long time, and he growled, “Hell, yeah.”
143
Shyla
I pulled the dark, non-descript sedan off to the side of the road and slowed to a stop, parking about a half of a mile from my destination. Far enough away that they wouldn’t see the vehicle, but close enough to make a fast getaway if I needed to. I cut the engine and stepped out of the car, and then made my way across the highway and through a ditch. Slipping through the trees, I ran at a steady pace until I saw the place I was looking for. Sticking to the shadows, I ran along the back of the building, stopping to carefully case the area before sprinting over to a window and standing on my tiptoes to look inside. When I saw it was just a storage room, I continued around the side of the building. No windows on this side. My eyes narrowing, I crept around the corner.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it as my eyes slid over the motorcycles parked in front of the building. Eight of them, all backed in, lined up in a row. It had to be them. The Lycaon Wolves MC crew I’d been tracking down for the past couple of days. I despised everything about them with a passion. They had no morals, no decent code they lived by. All they cared about was how much destruction they could cause next. Drugs, rape, murder; they did it all, and more. And, they had my sister. Or, at the very least, knew where she was.
Glancing around, I let a low growl escape. We were a good mile back from one of the main highways leading in and out of Fort Worth. I highly doubted anyone would be stopping by anytime soon. I was on my own if I chose to confront them. It didn’t matter. That was how I lived my life. Alone. And, I would do whatever I had to do to find Avery. I may have just found out about her, but she was family. And, unlike my stepdad and mom, that meant something to me.
I straightened my shoulders, held my head high, and climbed the four stairs that lead up to the front door of the establishment. Walking into the place as if I owned it, I stopped right inside the entryway and let my gaze wander around the dimly lit room, inhaling deeply. Yep, it was definitely them. I’d been chasing the wolves since I first found out Avery and her friends didn’t actually go to the movies. They’d ended up at a bar owned by the MC instead. When Avery went missing, her friends had been scared shitless, and it took them a couple of days to admit what happened to my mother. By the time she’d called me with the information, though, I’d already been hot on their trail. And, after visiting that first bar, along with a few others as I tracked them, I would recognize their mangy mutt stench anywhere.
I’d done my homework on the MC. They were big, bad, mean sons of bitches, who would take your life in a heartbeat if you pissed them off. They instilled terror in everyone they met, but I wasn’t afraid. I was angry. Mad as hell, and ready to do some damage, but no part of me feared the fuckers. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I moved further into the room, a slight tremor I refused to acknowledge going down my spine.
I let my gaze slowly tour around the room, taking in where each MC member was, disappointment filling me when I didn’t see
