nod. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” I get out of the truck, and the rest of the guys follow suit.
All except Wolf.
“You coming?” I question him as he takes another sip.
“No.” He doesn’t say why, but I see him staring at a picture of him and Abigale on his phone.
I leave him be.
Colt begins to walk over to him, but I grip the back of his cut and sling him back. “Don’t. Leave the man alone. He needs us to respect his space.”
“I just want to make sure he is okay,” Colt says.
“Of course he isn’t. We have work to do and somewhere else to be in three hours. We have a few business meetings today so let’s take care of this bullshit. Leave Wolf alone, okay?”
“You got it, Kansas,” Warden and Bane say at the same time.
Fucking hell, how am I supposed to tell them apart when they have the exact same tattoos now?
“So are we going to gut this guy or what?”
Ah, never mind. Bane is the act instead of think type, while Warden thinks before he acts. It’s the only thing I have to go by.
Bane rubs his hands together manically. “Let’s do this.”
I toss the keys to him, and he catches them one-handed. “Go on, then.”
“Seriously?” he nearly squeals with excitement.
It’s like giving a kid cash for the ice cream truck. “Yeah, go.”
“I’m so excited… and I just can’t hide it,” he sings as he skips to the tailgate of the truck. He slips the key inside the hole, twists it, then grabs the handle to pull it down. He reaches inside and yanks the goods from the back and tosses him on the floor.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the woman beater and kidnapper,” Bane greets, kicking our captive in the back.
“Please!” he tries to crawl away by using his elbows and knees, moving across the floor like a worm. “I won’t ever do it again. I won’t, please,” he begs and cries, spittle dripping from his chin as he realizes just how much of a piece of shit he really is.
One-Eye isn’t here with us only because Alicia asked him not to be. If it wasn’t for her, no doubt One-Eye would be here right now getting retribution. This is the man who kidnapped Kimmy and hit Alicia. If there is one thing the Kings do not do, it’s hit a woman.
Bane has stepped over our captive and takes a step forward every time the abuser takes an inch as he worms his way to the doors.
Warden and Colt are placing a massive blue tarp down for easy cleanup, and Decay is leaning against the truck, watching the scene unfold.
Well, I got a job to do, and the sooner I’m done, the sooner I can get back to Violet—I mean—the club.
I wanted to be there so bad today because Boomer was going to talk to her and her sisters about the drugs. I didn’t want her to feel ganged up on, and I know that’s how it can feel when you’re surrounded by bikers who most likely have killed.
But since I am acting VP and Sergeant at Arms right now, I have a lot of responsibility on my shoulders and Boomer is trusting me to do what he can’t. So as much as it pains me to be away from Violet, I have to be.
The first thing I’m doing when I get back though is asking her out.
I have no right to. The last thing she needs is some guy trying to have her fall in love with him with all the shit she has going on right now.
But I have to, something tells me if I don’t try, I’ll regret it forever, and I don’t want to live a life full of regrets.
Which also reminds me that I need to call my own mom, who does not need to know the details of my job, or I’d get a long lecture full of damn tears. Then I’d feel a whole shit ton of guilt. It’s just better for her to think I’m in a club who rides bikes to go look at the leaves change every autumn.
Ignorance is bliss sometimes.
“Bane, stop playing around and get him over here,” I bark. My voice echoes off the metal walls. Boomer bought this warehouse and this land for one thing and one thing only.
Privacy.
The Ruthless Kings Atlantic City officially owns ten acres near the ocean and a warehouse that’s surrounded by the woods.
No one can hear us.
No