Motherfucking, cocksuckers, pieces of shit. “Did I just send the Chief and his men into an ambush?” Picking my phone back up, I shoot off a text to him letting him in on our suspicions. It’s the best I can do, hopefully he receives it before we have a chance to get there and intercept him and his men. “He’s not answering my message, we need to go help. If we set him up unintentionally or not, it’s our job to provide and offer extra security. Gather the men up, we ride out in three minutes.” I watch as both Bolt and Kane pick up their phones and initiate the phone tree we have in place. They’ll begin it and each man they contact, will hit the man beneath them.
We arrive at the warehouse fifteen minutes from my first call to the Chief. His men and he have spread out to block all incoming and outgoing roads. “Just got your message,” he says as I climb off my bike and walk up to him. “You think we’re in for some trouble?”
“We do,” I answer, “so we wanted to be here to assist in case our hunch was correct. My brothers will fan out and help your men wherever they’re needed.”
“We’ll never turn down assistance from you all; place your brothers where you think they’ll be the most helpful. I’m gonna go to my car and announce it to my officers.” He turns around on the heel of his foot and takes off for his cruiser.
“This ends tonight,” I say quietly to Kane. “Place the boys where they’ll be the most valuable. No matter what, we leave with all of these men and women alive and in one piece. The bear, lion, wolf and snake must be destroyed. We’ll take the others that we know about down differently.” My decree is met with a nod of Kane’s head.
“Anston, Jason and Markus will be running scared once we chop the head off of their operation,” Kane snickers. “I’d love to be a fly on the wall once they discover their money's gone down the drain.”
“I’ve got my men in place to capture the three of them. We need to just worry about getting these people to safety,” Jake sneaks up on us and says. He’s like a motherfucking ghost, never even heard him approaching.
“Then they’re no longer our problem,” I state, as Kane takes off to place our brothers where they’ll be needed. “We need to get the humans out of here as quickly as possible. They’ll be desperate and will most likely shift. We’ll have to fight them in animal form.”
“I’ll take care of that once they escort the survivors out of here and are all out of harm's way,” Jake says, then he too walks away and speaks quietly with Chief Anderson.
“Ready or not, motherfuckers, we’re coming for you,” I declare as my sight zeroes in on the warehouse. My vision is enhanced due to my shifter side, so I can see our target clearly, whereas the cops are using binoculars.
Once everyone is in position, Chief Anderson hollers out, “They’re moving,” and my leopard fights for the rights to own my skin.
“Not yet,” I mentally converse with him.
“They hurt our mate, I demand justice and vengeance,” he engages and sends me a mental picture of his fur standing on end with his fangs elongated.
“And it will be ours, but first we need to get as many humans away and to safety before we go ripping throats out,” I try to reassure him that we’re on the same damn page.
“As long as I get to kill them—I’ll wait,” he eventually states. “But not too long, Blaze.”
“Your leopard demanding blood?” Kane breaks in, causing me to sever my link with my animal.
“Yeah, he’s not happy that Glory’s been sad and worried. He’s clawing my insides wanting to take control. I’m having to talk him off the ledge. He’s sequestered himself for now, but he’s not promising me he’ll allow me to stay in charge for long though.”
“My cat isn’t happy either, he’s ready to rip some damn throats out and is eager for the taste of blood on his tongue.” Kane closes his eyes; I’m assuming he’s struggling to maintain control over his own skin. When his eyes pop open, I clearly see his cat’s eyes. They are sharing his body, both of them present.
“Put your shades on, Kane. We can’t afford for the humans to see the way your eyes just changed,” I order him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wraparounds, the lenses shaded nearly black. They’re the ones that he uses while riding to prevent the sun from glaring in his eyes from the rays reflecting off the pavement. We crouch down behind some shrubbery waiting for the cars to begin passing. Bolt is further down the road with the others. The furthest away men will grab the first car that leaves and it’ll trickle down the line. We’ll be grabbing the last car and then infiltrating the old abandoned factory warehouse.
Glory
Dakota… I mean, Decoder, I have to remember to refer to him by his road name. It’s hard for me to decipher between the man he’s become and the child I once cared for. He’s tapped into the security cameras surrounding the warehouse. It’s his way of helping the men prepare for any outside threats that they can’t see or hear. I begin relentlessly pacing his room, keeping his monitors within my sights at all times. I have some energy that needs releasing, my leopard isn’t happy to be sitting on the sidelines.
“We should be there when they find Maritsa. She knows us and won’t be scared if we’re there,” she hisses at me.
“We’d be placing our mate in danger if we were there, you wench,” I hiss back.
“How?” She questions me in a haughty tone.
“Because Blaze would be so intently watching us, worried for us and our safety that he wouldn’t
