Page 41 of Merciless Angel
“You guys handle things that the law can’t handle, right?” Felix glanced over his shoulder at us.
Word got around. No point hiding it from guys who did their own vigilante shit online.
I shrugged. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Five thousand dollars and a favor we can call in at any time in the future. How does that sound?” Felix raised a brow, his gaze traveling between the three of us.
“Deal.” Blaze stuck out a hand to shake on it. Somehow I resisted the urge to smack him in the back of the head. The cash was no problem. A favor could mean almost anything. That was risky.
Felix shook his hand before reaching for mine. Gritting my teeth, I accepted. If this blew up in our faces, I’d beat the shit out of Blaze.
While Felix clicked around on the keyboard, I did my best to keep my impatience in check. I’d been awake for almost twenty-four hours. Between the need for sleep and the hunger gnawing a hole in my stomach, I was growing more irate by the second.
“All right, well it looks like his parents own a cabin out at Wild Horse Lake. I can get you the exact coordinates. Give me a second.” Felix tapped the keys a few more times and a map showing the precise location of the cabin popped up. A moment later a printer started making noise as it produced the image.
“This has to be where he took her,” Blaze said when he had the map in hand.
“Give me your number.” Felix waved a hand for one of us to hand over the info. “I’ll send you a link for the money transfer.”
It wasn’t as if we could get out of paying. The Sinners could no doubt easily empty our accounts with ease. I gave him my number, grumbling beneath my breath. As soon as the link came through, I made the payment. Clover had better be worth all this trouble. I wasn’t as convinced as Blaze. Since I’d given her the damn bracelet, I intended to see this through.
When we left the house and headed for the Camaro, Blaze was a bundle of energy. “We’re going to the cabin now. I need to know if she’s there.”
“Are you insane?” I snapped. “Let’s go home and get some sleep first. I feel like a zombie.”
Cash backed me up, stifling a yawn with his hand. “I’m with Daire on this one, dude. It’s been a long night. Let’s grab a few hours first. If we’re going to kill Zane, I’d like to be rested.”
“Then I’ll go without you guys. I’ll drop you at home.” Blaze’s tone was sharp and clipped. “The cabin is three hours away. It’s already nine. I’m going to push through and get Clover back. We can sleep after.”
Unable to hold back anymore, I let my hand fly, slapping him in the back of the head. He whirled around with a fist raised, ready to fight. “What the fuck was that?”
Raising both hands to ward off a punch, I chuckled. “That was for making a deal with Felix without getting our opinion. And for dragging us out to the lake at this godawful time. Let’s go get our girl.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
BLAZE
The drive to the cabin was spent listening to Daire’s obnoxious snores from the passenger seat and Cash’s music blasting through the speakers. I had no idea how Daire could sleep through that. Finally, I pulled the aux cord from Cash’s phone and tossed it in the backseat.
“Hey, I was enjoying that. Dickhole.” His protest was halfhearted. Not that I cared.
“Cry me a river,” I quipped, rubbing an eye. Some sleep before going after Zane and Clover would have been beneficial. But I knew that I’d never be able to sleep knowing that he had her.
Daire thought I was crazy for making Clover a priority. We’d claimed her as ours. She’d been taking whatever we threw at her and doing a damn good job of it. She deserved to be protected.
Also, maybe I felt a tad jealous and possessive. Clover had become an object of interest that was quickly turning into an obsession. I didn’t want Zane anywhere near her. If he tried to fuck her, I’d cut his goddamn dick off and stuff it down his throat.
We traveled down a rural road for what felt like forever before turning off onto a grassy path that was more of a trail than a proper road. According to the map, we weren’t too far now.
I reached over to slap Daire’s cheek. “Wake up, bitch. We’re almost there.”
He awoke with a start, his expression going from surprise to irritation. “That was a dick move.”
Cash was quiet in the backseat, scrolling on his phone. At least he’d managed to keep his eyes open.
Daire opened the glove box and pulled out a handgun. “I assume we’ll be needing this. You’ll probably want to do the honors.”
“Maybe I’ll use it to put him out of his misery after we get through with him. Motherfucker needs to suffer first.” The trail we drove down grew more narrow as we went. Through the trees ahead I was able to make out a gray sedan parked in front of a small wood cabin. Bingo.