we have, okay?”
“Ye have Dawn? Where is she? I want her back! Tell me, or I swear to fucking God I’ll kill you and not give a damn what the consequences are.”
“Dawn and I made a deal. She was sold to the same people who have Aidan. It’s the first time I’ve had contact with them. Usually it’s one of the other members handling this shit.”
The breath leaves my lungs, and I fall onto my arse. “She isn’t here? She’s gone? Ye sold her? Ye son of a bitch! I’m going to fucking kill ye!” I wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze.
“I have the location of where they are! I have it! I’m getting a team together. She will be okay.”
“Where are they?” Spittle flies from my mouth and lands on his face.
“New Orleans,” he chokes through my hold. He rolls to his hands and knees, gasping for air. “You know, I had to look for you guys on my own to prove my intentions to Dawn. She didn’t tell me shit about your club. She was afraid I was lying.”
Good girl. God, when I get her back, I’m going to kiss the fuck out of her and make love to her until she can’t take anymore.
“Call Pocus, Skirt. Looks like we’re going on a road trip to NOLA. I’ll call Tongue to see if the Demons Fury want to join us. I have a feeling it’s going to be a shit show.”
“The feds will be there,” Agent Fake President says. “You all will get arrested if you go.”
“Well, that’s why you’re going to tell us when they’re getting there so we beat them to it. This is a fucking club matter. One of our own. That’s the law, Mercy,” Reaper reads the nametag on his cut. “Either get used to it ,or go back to your federal building.”
Basically, nut up or bitch out.
“I can buy you the time you need,” Mercy says.
Reaper tucks his gun in his holster and pulls out his phone. “Tool is going to be excited to see his friends down in NOLA.” He walks far enough away that I can’t hear what he’s saying, but by the aggravated expression, he’s pissed at Tool.
“She’s okay?” I ask Mercy.
“For now. Cohen is with her for the trip. He has my order not to touch her.”
I punch the ground until the dry clay cracks and creates a web of fractures. That fucker always gets away. Not anymore. When we get to NOLA, he’s mine. I’m going to enjoy ripping him from limb to limb and throwing his body parts in the Mississippi.
Actually, not the Mississippi.
I’ll feed him to the gators.
Alive.
Chapter Twenty-One
DAWN
I’m not sure how long we’ve been driving, but the van is starting to smell like body odor, and I really need to pee. They have refused to stop to use the restroom. One girl pissed herself, and they threw her out of the back of the van in the middle of the night. I hope she survived, but I doubt it. Being thrown from a moving vehicle at seventy-miles-per-hour doesn’t leave much hope.
“We’re here,” the driver says, the brakes squeaking as we come to a stop.
Cohen slides the door open, and I look away from the sudden burst of light; the sun has my eyes wincing and watering. I’ve been in the dark for too long.
“Come on, bitch.” Cohen grabs my arm and yanks me out the door. I don’t have my footing yet, so I fall to the ground, banging my head against the sweltering pavement. Warm liquid drips from my forehead, and blood blinds my left eye. I can’t wipe it away either because those damn zip-ties are back.
Cohen picks me up, bruising my arm with his fingers as they dig into my flesh so forcibly. “Get the fuck up. Come on. I have a big pay day waiting for me.” His hands run down my back and palm each cheek, then he brings his lips to my ear, rotten breath permeating the air I need. “Maybe I can get one last feel of you, huh? Would you like that?”
“I’d rather die than feel you again,” I sneer, which earns me a backhand across the face. He hit me so hard, I worry my neck might break.
“Don’t worry. A few days in here, you might.” He shoves me forward, walking me to a rundown house next to a swamp.
I look out into the dark, murky waters. Algae floats along the top, making certain