Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,57

pulling him forward. “I just had to come back and say thank you. You were so good earlier today helping my boyfriend out. A good deed can’t go unrecognised.”

Weaver seems taken aback. His face signals how much he wants us to leave, but he doesn’t want to arouse suspicions by being rude. Put in a quandary, he hesitates, then attempts a smile. “It was no problem. You okay now? At least you’re standing.”

Road taps his thigh. “It’s painful, but back in place.”

“And Lucas won’t be running anywhere for a while. Will you, sweetheart?”

“Of course not, babe.” Road smiles down at me, the heat in his eyes making my insides clench and for a split second I wish it were real. Then his gaze moves to Weaver. “Thank Tub for letting me use his phone, will you? Oh, and we bought you this.” He passes over the bottle of spirit.

I highly suspect Tub is standing behind the door. Either him or the other man. I doubt Weaver would have opened it on his own. But as Weaver does what any man would, holds out his dominant hand to take the gift, I draw my gun fast and have it pointing at him before he can react.

Using his good leg, Road kicks at the door and it flies back. As I predicted, there’s an oomph from the man standing behind it, but Road’s past Weaver with his own gun drawn. A muffled pop and Weaver’s knocked sideways by the body of his sidekick.

“Call him out now,” I hiss, jerking my head toward the doorway I assume leads to the bedrooms.

“You’ve got the wrong house.” Weaver tries to bluster, and whines, “Why d’you have to kill Tub?”

He’s not doing a good job of convincing me. I put a shot through his leg.

Yeah, a startled scream works just as well as a shout, as the sound of a door opens and footsteps sound. “What the fuck’s happened, Weav—”

As last words, it’s not much. Working as efficiently as any one of us, Road’s crossed the room impressively fast seeing as he needs the stick right now. The third man walks straight into the gun and takes a shot through the mouth. The walls behind him are splattered as blood and brain matter shoot out.

“No, no…” The man at my feet starts backing away, limping heavily on his injured leg.

Weaver’s kidnapped a kid, didn’t have a thought about reuniting her with her parents, was going to put her through shit then sell her into a life where she’d pray every day for death. I feel nothing but relief when I’m responsible for a neat hole appearing in the middle of his forehead.

“All clear,” I say. “Three men down and out.”

“You get all the fun, Swift. You left nothing for us.” Piston, emerging from the rear of the house, still carries his pistol down by his side. Cautiously, he comes to inspect the dead bodies, but with the neat, or actually, big round and glaringly obvious kill shots to their foreheads, or in Road’s case, the guy with the back of his skull blown out, there’s no need to be cautious or to check for a pulse.

Snatcher’s voice comes from where Piston had appeared. “Need you back here, Swift.”

Our mission has been completed with surgical precision. While I can take pride in that, it wasn’t as clean as it could have been. When the third man had emerged from the bedroom where he’d been keeping an eye on the kid, presumably so she didn’t snuff it like their comrade in the pen’s kidnapped victim had, he’d left the door wide open. The result being, Road had shot a man’s brains out in clear view of a frantic, gagged and bound thirteen-year-old child.

As I move in that direction, I can see Snatcher trying to approach her, gently, as though coaxing an injured wild animal to trust him, but it’s obvious she’s gone into complete panic mode. I assess the situation immediately. While I normally keep my feminine side suppressed, this is one of those occasions when my sex is definitely a benefit.

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s Mona, isn’t it?” I’ve already holstered my weapon, trusting my team to have my back should an unknown threat exist. I approach slowly, cautiously, my voice as soft as I can make it. “You’re safe now, Mona. We’re going to get you home to your mom and dad.” While she’s eyeing me warily, I inch closer to her. “I’m going to get you loose