Colt (Devil's Nightmare MC #10) - Lena Bourne Page 0,71

everyone seems to be too drunk and tired to do much before morning, and soon, the only sound is once again the whistling of the wind.

We’re almost at the house we’re targeting, and I don’t know how we’re gonna pull it off with those two club girls right there.

We enter the house via the back, which is where the man always enters too. The door is open, either due to a strong gust of wind or the guy’s carelessness. I’m not complaining, it’s a downright stroke of luck. We walk in and stop in an alcove formed by the wooden stairs that lead to the top of the house. The guy upstairs is snoring so loud it sounds like a chain saw going off. That should be enough to mask our coming, and if the women can sleep through this racket, there’s little chance they’ll wake up once we get there to do our thing.

I gesture to Blaze that we should just tie up the women, knock the guy out and carry him out. None of the other brothers would understand what I’m trying to convey, but Blaze gets it perfectly. It’s good we know each other so well.

I’m just about to make my way up the stairs when giggling female voices and the creak of old wooden floorboards stops me dead in my tracks. I make way too much noise getting back into the darkness of our hiding spot right before the first bare woman’s foot lands on the stairs. They’re trying to be quiet and stealthy, but they’re wobbly and giggly and make so much noise getting down the stairs I’m sure they’ll wake the guy upstairs any second now. Then with my luck, he’ll want another round, and me and Blaze will have front row seats to his groans and their screeches for God knows how long. But the chain saw sounds of his snoring follow the two giggling women down the stairs.

“I’ve never met a guy who snores that loud,” one of them whispers as they’re putting their shoes on at the foot of the stairs.

“I have,” the other one says. “Come on, let’s get out of here before he wakes up. I have no need to see his tiny cock again tonight.”

They both giggle again and make so much noise finding the door in the dark than it drowns out even the snoring.

But once they’re gone, the chainsaw is still whirring loudly.

I couldn’t have wished for a better outcome. My luck must be turning.

We wait for a good half an hour before going upstairs.

The guy is lying in the middle of the queen-sized bed, buck naked and so bulky he takes up most of the space. Me and Blaze look at each other and no gesturing is necessary to convey that knocking him out first and then dressing him is out of the question. He’ll have to do all that himself. And maybe walk out by himself too, since he’s gotta weigh at least three hundred pounds.

I try not to look at his cock to see if it really is as tiny as the club girl claimed as Blaze and I take our positions to either side of him.

I press my knife to his throat and nod to Blaze that I’m ready for him to wake him up before I clamp my free hand around his mouth and nose.

Blaze has to shake him three times before the guy’s eyes finally open. I can see the exact moment when he realizes he’s not dreaming.

Blaze tosses a pair of jeans onto his bulging stomach.

“Put those on and don’t make a sound, or I’ll stick this knife straight through your neck,” I tell him.

He just looks at me, surprise turning to rage in his eyes. I have to prick him with the tip of the knife to get him to do as we told him.

Blaze uses the time while the man is sitting up, and trying to avoid my knife as he clumsily pulls on his jeans, to gag him with a bandana. As soon as the guy is standing and his jeans are up, he finishes the job by tying his hands behind him with a zip tie.

“Now you’re gonna walk out of here with us nice and easy,” I say. “And above all, very quietly. You try to run and I kill you, it’s that simple. My boss wants you alive, but he’ll settle for dead. But if you play along, then you’ll be set free.