Page 79 of Devil's Queen
My blood boils as I stare down at Wolff, his face contorted in fear and desperation. He tries to regain control, but it’s too late. The realization dawns on him that he won’t make it out of this room alive.
“It’s over, Wolff. You’re finished.”
But instead of surrendering, he pulls out one last trick. His mangled fingers beneath my boot point to the toppled-over president’s chair next to us, and my eyes widen as I see a bundle of explosives with wires protruding from the bottom of it.
My heart races, and panic sets in—he’s rigged the throne to explode. All this time, he’s been sitting on a fucking bomb. “You sick bastard,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
“If I am going to hell, I’ll make sure I take you with me.”
The bomb begins to beep. Slow at first before it speeds up. My mind goes to my family, they could still be in the building. I launch backward, running as fast as I can to the door, screaming, “Bomb! Get out of the building!”
But it’s too late as the explosion rips through the room, engulfing everything in flames and chaos.
REMY
I getthe kids out of the clubhouse as fast as I can until we’re outside. The once-empty gravel lot is full of motorcycles of all models and makes. Men I don’t recognize help my sisters free of their bonds as more drag Diaz’s men away to a group of men bound by the hands to my left.
“Mom,” Beaux cries, clinging to my hand. “Where’s Mimi?”
“It’s okay, baby. Mimi will be fine. I just need to get you and Birdie safe, and I’m going back for her.”
Cheyenne appears ahead of me, her once flawless face now marked with numerous cuts and bruises. She surveys the scene before us—two terrified children huddled close to me, their eyes wide with fear.
“Are they okay?” she asks, concern evident in her voice.
“Yes, can you take them? Mama’s still in there,” I reply.
“Don’t leave us,” Beaux protests, clinging to my hand.
I kneel before my son, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, even as my heart races with panic. The fear and terror on his face breaks my heart. “I have to go back for Mimi,” I explain. “You stay with Chey. She’ll keep you and Birdie safe until I get back. Promise me you’ll stay with her.”
Beaux nods, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Okay, Mama. I’ll be brave for Mimi.”
“That’s my strong boy,” I say, fighting back my tears. “Just a little longer, okay?”
Chey takes Beaux and Birdie’s hands from me. “I’ve got them. You go get your mom.” She turns on her heels, barking orders, “Harlow! Tinley! Go with Remy.”
My club sisters rush over to me. Without a second thought, we rush back toward the clubhouse.
“They’re in the meeting room. Rex stayed behind to get her out.”
“Wolff?”
“Alive when I left. Diaz isn’t.”
“Diaz?” Harlow questions as we are a few feet from the door.
“Long story.”
“Remy, look! It’s your mom.” I peer up at the door as Mama runs through it. I break into a run, meeting her outside it.
“Where’s Rex?”
“Inside. He…” She gasps for air. “He charged Wolff. Got me out of there.”
“Take her,” I order my sisters, still moving toward the clubhouse entrance. “I’ll get Re—” I start to say, but my words are cut off when the clubhouse door explodes in front of me. The force of the explosion throws me backward. I feel the sharp sting of gravel scraping against my skin as I come to a stop several feet away from where I was standing.
My ears feel like they’re being stabbed by needles, the ringing so loud it drowns out all other sounds. I watch their faces contort in anger and fear, their lips moving frantically, but no words can penetrate the deafening noise in my head.