Kraken (Hades Abyss MC 4) - Harley Wylde Page 0,27

would fail. Unless that was the point. Motherfucker. These bastards were a decoy, and I’d fallen for it.

I pulled my gun from the small of my back and sent a round into each of their chests. Too fucking easy. There was no damn way the Sadistic Saints had only sent these four men. They were a damn joke. As much as I wanted to check on Phoebe, I didn’t dare. If anyone watched, they would see the barn held something of interest. I needed them to avoid this place.

Getting on my Harley, I started her up, then pulled out my phone. I dialed Titan, wondering if there had been a breach elsewhere. He picked up on the fourth ring.

“Where the hell are you?” the Pres asked by way of greeting.

“Back of the compound. Found four Sadistic Saints, but… Pres, there’s something off. These guys were too easy to put down. Hell, they looked like scared kids. Something’s off about all this. Not to mention, they were too stupid to pull off sneaking this far into the compound on their own.”

“Agreed,” Titan said. “Come to the clubhouse. I think we need to dig a little deeper.”

“On my way.”

I ended the call and got back on the road. The clubhouse wasn’t much farther, less than a mile down the twisting path that ran through the compound when I heard the explosion. I revved the engine and pushed my bike, going fast as I dared. Smoke rose in the air and a feeling of dread filled me. I only hoped I wasn’t too late.

Chapter Eight

Phoebe

The Prospect kept twitching, at first just his fingers, then I noticed him pacing and muttering to himself. I didn’t claim to be an excerpt on behavior, but he seemed off. Not just anxious over the current circumstances. More like something else was going on. I glanced around, wondering if anyone else noticed. The others were watching TV or talking. Despite what Kraken had said, I still felt like an outsider.

What had they called this guy? Morgan?

I wondered how long he’d been with the club. It was obvious they trusted him, since he’d been left down here with us. I couldn’t shake the feeling something bad was about to happen, and this guy was tied to it. Being around Deuce’s club, I’d learned to watch for signs of impending doom -- usually mine. This guy’s presence had everything inside me screaming I should run.

I couldn’t. I’d seen how this place was accessed, and there was no getting out unless a club member came to release us. Which meant Morgan was stuck down here with us too. I didn’t like that idea, at all. Speaking to the other ladies about it wouldn’t be wise. Not if Morgan could hear us.

I edged closer to Mara, hoping I could speak to her without drawing attention to myself. She’d decided to make everyone food and stood at the counter, chopping vegetables. I turned my back to Morgan and lowered my voice.

“We may have trouble,” I said.

The knife paused a moment before she resumed cutting. “What’s that?”

“The Prospect. He seems twitchy. I think something’s up.”

“Your man wouldn’t have put him down here with you if he’d thought the guy was trouble,” she said. Nothing I hadn’t considered myself. “Sure you aren’t making more out of this than there is?”

“It’s a feeling I have. I learned to trust my instincts when I lived with the Sadistic Saints. It kept me alive. Kept Ember alive, for that matter.”

“If there is something wrong, we’re all sitting ducks,” she said. “We just need to have faith in our men. They’ll protect us like they always do.”

I wished I had her faith. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Kraken, or the others. But I knew the men they were up against. Deuce’s crew didn’t play by the rules. They were underhanded, dirty, and got off on pain and suffering. I knew Kraken had killed Deuce, but could he take on the entire club? Leviathan was even worse. The VP would come for me. If anyone did, it would be him.

Somewhere above, there was a loud boom that made the very walls vibrate around us. My eyes went wide as I watched Morgan. His gaze flew to the steel door, and I knew he was anticipating something, but was it because of the noise upstairs, or something else?

Morgan’s phone rang and he answered, talking low at first, then louder. “I can’t! I don’t have access. Only patched members can get