“Well okay, mister waving your arms around like an ape in the zoo,” I mutter as I continue to stare through the goggles deciding where to go from here.
“What the hell did I tell you?” Ranger murmurs from directly behind me.
“Shh,” I wave a hand behind me without taking my eyes off the target. “There’s three of them in there. I need to go to the other side and check, confirm those three are all that’s in there.”
“Fuck, is it bad that Ranger’s ol’ lady is turning me on right now with this shit.” I don’t bother paying attention to who made the comment.
“Fucker, shut the hell up.” I knew this was Ranger since it was his voice and I’d know his anywhere.
“Just saying, brother, you’re a lucky bastard.” This time I lower the goggles and glance over my shoulder to find it wasn’t one of the members from Ranger’s charter but the Franklin one. His cut told me his name was Wolf.
“Pipe down and focus,” I snap, turning my attention back to the matter at hand.
“Twister has Rage and Thorn on the other side,” Stoney states.
“They have infrared goggles to see inside that side of the house?” I ask.
“Don’t know but I’ll tell you now this fuckin’ house is getting burned to the fuckin’ ground when we’re done here. Should have done it after the shit went down with Ally.” I’m guessing this was from Burner.
“I’ve got some stuff in the trunk of my car if you want to use it,” I mutter.
“Fuckin’ hell, Ranger you’re a lucky fucker,” Venom states. I knew it was him from the gruffness in his voice.
“Damn right I am,” Ranger growls, placing a hand on the back of my neck. “By the way, baby, that was a nice way of letting us know where you were.”
“It was meant for a decoy,” I shrug. “Couldn’t very well be on the side of the road for no reason.”
“Well, let us take it from here,” he states, giving my neck a squeeze. Lowering the goggles, I look at to him. “Letting you loose, now it’s time we handle it from here, told you I was keeping you with me. This is me doing just that.”
Holding his gaze, I read what his eyes are telling me. This is him taking hold of the fury for me.
Nodding, I step into his arms. “Okay, but you should know Spark is related to the man who held Burner’s ol’ lady in that house. It’s why he picked this place.”
“What?” Burner demands. “Did you just say this fucker is related to the dick who held my woman captive for most of her life?”
Meeting Burner’s raging eyes, I nod my head once again. “Yes. I found out while I was heading here.”
“Shit. I want his ass dead,” Burner snaps.
“He will be, brother,” Horse snarls. “I’m not about to have some piece of shit try and restart what his father did with my little sister, daughter, or niece.”
If I didn’t know him and his family, I’d be wondering how all of this was possible. His daughter, Kayla was older than his little sister, Corinne, and his niece, Mercy. Horse’s little sister was a hell of a lot younger than him due to the age gap from the time his pops had him and the time Corinne came into his life. For most people it would probably give them a headache to even try to understand the dynamics of it all.
“Can I make a suggestion?” I ask, glancing around at the men surrounding me.
“What’s your suggestion, Harlow?” Stoney asks.
“You want to get rid of the house and make Spark pay for what he’s done to Cara and everyone else, right?”
“Yeah, that’s the game plan what are you thinking?” he probes, tilting his head watching me.
Grinning, I start to walk back toward my car. “Have a couple men stay and watch the house make sure no one leaves.”
“Harlow, you’re not a part of the rest of this,” Ranger states as he grabs my wrist, pulling me to a stop.
“I’m not. I’m just grabbing you everything you need to get the job done,” I murmur.
Nodding, Ranger guides me back to my car with Stoney, Horse, Twister, and several others from both clubs surrounding us.
“Okay, so this is what I suggest.” Holding a blow torch in one hand and a cocktail I created in the other, “This here is made up of some seriously bad chemicals that when lit on fire, will not just blow something up it will disintegrate all of which it touches. There won’t be anything left of him or anyone else inside.”
As I hand the stuff over to Shadow and Ranger, I notice all of them looking at me as if I’d grown two heads. “What?” I ask.
“Ranger, your ol’ lady is scary as fuck,” Hades mutters.
“Yeah, good thing she’s on our side,” Tracker grins, having probably heard stories from Victoria.
Rolling my eyes, I smile, of course, earning a look from Ranger. One that says tonight will be a good night when we get to Sandbridge.
And I can’t wait.
Chapter Eighteen
Ranger
Fuck me. If I could sink into Harlow right now I fuckin’ would; however, there’s work to be done and she’s given us the way to do it.
After ordering Harlow to stay behind at her car with Fist and Cyprus, the rest of us head back through the tree line with her cocktails and blow torch.
“Is this the way we want to do it? Or do we want to take the fuckers inside to the shed and make their pain last longer?” Twister asks, looking over to Stoney. Twister may be Prez for the Franklin’s charter, but Stoney is the one everyone answers to.
“I honestly want the fuckers to burn and this would be one hell of a way to go,” Stoney grumbles.
“You trust that this will work?”
