I was still beating myself up for being captured and her saving me. That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Nothing like trying to feel masculine around your mate, when she had to save your ass from a cloth. A fucking cloth! It wasn’t like I was being held hostage inside a cage or tied up to a chair with jumper cables clamped down on me. I had basically been a cat in a bag, who she had to let out.
Each time she smirked, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about how pitiful I had been. Or wondering if she thought I was some kind of pussy because of it. I tried to bring it up to her, but we were interrupted every time.
“Time to make some noise!” Crimson yelled.
I looked around, we were already at the assholes compound. There were a shit ton of semi-trucks, containers, and guards. They had just received a large shipment of something.
“Those are our trucks,” one of the prospects pointed out.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“Look at the leopard head on the top corners of the trailers,” he pointed in the direction of the trucks. He was right. There were pastel leopard heads on each truck’s trailer.
“What’s up with the leopard head?” I held back my laugh.
“That’s the main chapter’s logo. Roark had our logo changed when he took over the MC, but he still keeps their chapter logo for business purposes,” Crimson informed me.
“Ah. I see.”
“Gio, you and your guys go make the distraction. Dor… Chan… whatever your name is, you and your guys take care of the trucks and the first warehouse. My group will take care of the rest,” Crimson said, getting down to business. I nodded then signaled for my group to follow me.
We pulled off the road and hid our bikes a few feet into the woods. Then we shifted and made our way towards the compound. Crimson’s groups did the same.
We probably should have just shifted at the club, I groaned to myself.
“Yeah, that would have been smart,” Koroleva interrupted my thoughts.
“Koroleva, seriously, go back to the clubhouse before Roark kills me.”
“Fine, but don’t fuck up,” she snarled. Her immediate fold into going back made me raise an eyebrow. Giving in right away wasn’t her style.
“What are you up to? I won’t be able to concentrate if I know you’re nearby.” It was the truth. The last time I was here, I had been too focused on finding her and fucked everything up.
“I know. That’s why I’m leaving… be safe. Okay?” her voice was soft and full of emotion. Her tenderness made me smile.
“I will. Promise.”
When Gio and his group of ten or so hauled ass down the road, on their bikes, toward the gate, the rest of us headed to the back of the compound. Gio began arguing with the guards causing a huge uproar. The guards who were around the compound got a call over the radio about Gio and them being at the gate. The guards left their posts and headed to the gate just like we figured they’d do.
I wasn’t sure who it was, but one of the cheetahs swiped his claws at the fence and spliced it. I stood wide-eyed at the dangling fence. His claws were like wire cutters. My claws could probably cut through the wire; however, it would take me several swipes at the fence. Not this guy. He made the fence look like it was made of paper.
The cheetah looked over his shoulder at me. He appeared to smirk at me before slipping through the opening in the fence. The rest of us followed suit. Those who knew how to drive a semi-truck went over to the trucks. The rest of us went to play with fire.
I had never caught a warehouse on fire. The biggest fire I had made was when I was trying to cook lasagna, fell asleep and woke up to flames. Even the fire department hadn’t been able to figure out how I managed it, but I had.
Lurking in the shadows, I led the guys to the first warehouse. There was one guard standing out front. He was puffing away on a joint bitching about life. When we were on the side of the building, we shifted into human form.
“I’ll take care of the pothead,” one of the guys chuckled.
“Bring him around here, when you knock him out,” I ordered. They all gave me a funny look, but no one challenged my order. Probably because they were scared shitless of Koroleva.
“I’m on it,” the guy replied before sneaking around to the front of the warehouse. Less than a minute, he was back to us with a knocked-out guard.
“Is he dead?” I asked when I didn’t see the guard breathing. The guy looked down at the guard and then back at me. He shrugged as though it wasn’t a big deal and dropped the guard to the ground.
“Not my problem,” he chided. “What’s your next order?”
There was no doubt in my mind that this cocky son of a bitch was the cheetah, who had sliced the fence. He was a short shit. I doubted he was over five and a half feet tall. He had a dark, curly mop of hair, and looked to be in his early twenties.
“You always a dick?” I frowned. A few of the guys laughed.
“Yep,” he smirked. “What’s next?”
“We wait for the signal and then we burn the mother fucker down.” I pulled the lighter out of my pocket and lit the flame.
I felt like a little kid in a candy shop. Probably a fucked up, twisted little kid, but I was excited. Excited to prove myself to Koroleva, Roark, and their MC.
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