Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,263

ice cold needle jammed into my neck, making fear spike through me like a lightning bolt.

The drug acted so fast that I was already falling towards the ground, darkness swooping in on me as swiftly as death and a scream faded away on my lips.

"I' m going to rip you apart piece by piece, you spineless motherfucker!" I roared, my voice echoing out over the lake as I charged through the trees, following the fucking Justice Ninja as they sped towards the water.

The only thing back in that direction was the boathouse and I knew we'd catch them before they made it that far.

"You still on your way, baby?" I called, glancing over my shoulder to see if I might spot her as she ran to meet us. Not that I was seriously turned on by the idea of hunting down this prey with my girl by my side or anything, but what could I say? I was an animal and I wanted my mate by my side when I went in for the kill.

Tatum didn't reply but I couldn't waste any more time looking back for her as the prey in question ducked to the right, charging straight for the water instead of the boathouse.

"Where the fuck is he going?" Monroe shouted as he darted across my path, his brow furrowed as he sprinted after them.

We were so fucking close to catching them, but we'd lost a few precious seconds when he'd first doubled back into the trees and it had given him the chance to pull ahead again. Couple that with the fact that the fucking clouds had deepened and we could hardly see for shit down here in the woods.

"No!" Monroe yelled, bursting forward and my heart leapt at the pure rage in his voice a moment before I spotted the cause for it.

The cloaked figure ahead of us had just vaulted over the rocks lining the edge of the water and was already half way out to a speedboat moored a few meters from the shore.

"Get him!" I roared as I raced down the last few feet of the bank, before leaping over the rocks and landing knee deep in the water just behind Nash.

The Justice Ninja looked up at us just as the roar of the speedboat's engine ripped through the night and he hastily hoisted the anchor up out of the water.

I ran forward with my heart pounding to the beat of my fury as he lurched for the controls and our hopes of catching him were ripped away from us.

"Stop!" I bellowed, charging further into the lake even as the boat wheeled about and he pulled the throttle back.

A wave of water crashed over us as the powerful engine picked up speed and within moments, our quarry was lost.

"For the love of fuck!" I yelled, swinging my baseball bat down into the water as hard as I could and sending another huge spray of water up over myself.

"I don't fucking believe it," Monroe groaned, bracing his hands on his knees as he leaned forward to catch his breath, watching the boat speed away and leaving us to rot on the water's edge.

"That's one lucky son of a bitch," I snarled, glancing to my left where the Willow Boathouse stood further along the water, but it was no use.

The speedboat was already halfway across the water and by the time we managed to get into another vessel, they'd be moored up somewhere on the opposite side of the lake and long gone.

"Fuck," I cursed again, kicking the water angrily as I turned away from the sickening sight of that boat retreating and started wading back to the shore with Monroe at my side. "I'm sorry, baby, they got away in a fucking boat. We'll just have to make Bait squeal to find out who his little friend is."

Tatum didn't reply but Saint's curses reached me clearly enough.

"You don't need to lay into us, we fucking get it," Monroe snapped. "How were we supposed to know they had a speedboat moored up? Just get Bait talking and we can go round them up anyway."

"Bait isn't in much shape to talk right now," Blake said, sounding half amused and a flash of jealousy poured through me at the knowledge that he'd been able to beat the shit out of someone tonight when I hadn't.

"Fuck my life," I muttered. "Where are you at, baby? I need some consoling between your thighs."

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Saint growled.