Page 64 of Bonita Brynne
Fuck, Tina and Libby could get caught in the cross fire.
“Just two people with coverings over their heads.”
“Dammit. We’re almost at our position. Are you in place?”
“I got eyes on the location right now.”
“Good. Be safe.”
“You too.” Boxer ended the call. It was reassuring to know Storm and Boxer had fought in wars and were sharpshooters in the military. They had trained all the new members. Boxer had taken preparing prospects a step further with his expertise in MMA fighting.
The Knights weren’t a bunch of idiots on Harley’s. We knew how to fight and win against the enemy. Dorian Adrienne didn’t stand a chance.
Of course I was thinking all this for myself, to get ready to battle.
If Dorian had an army with him at the swap, we would’ve heard about it.
Nobody passed through our territory unnoticed. Could he honestly bethatarrogant to believe we would hand Brynne over without at least trying to keep her?
Maybe.
Maybe not. If he had some grand plan, he’d never get a chance to see it realized because he’d be shot dead at the first sign of resistance or attack.
My dad and Tina wanted him taken alive to the club’s dungeon, where they could question and torture him. And he’d never see the light of day again.
I say, just kill the motherfucker once and for all so we can move on with our lives. Before Christmas, several babies were to be born, then after the New Year, my dad’s and mine would arrive in the spring. None of us had time to be dicking around with Dorian.
But we’d always do what was necessary to protect our families.
The SUV stopped and Storm didn’t move. “This fucker is a human trafficker, took one of the club’s kids, put two of our men behind bars in Montana, and wants Tina’s daughter.”
“Yes,” the guys and I said in unison.
“I want to pull his entrails out through his mouth while he’s alive. Then I’ll let Boxer bring out his switchblade Ricky to carve him up like a Thanksgiving turkey.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever eat turkey again after that bloody image.” I screwed up my face and shook in my seat.
“Let’s get into position. He should be at the church in thirty minutes.” Storm pushed open his door and hopped out.
I exited the SUV and felt my guardian angel nearby.
Thank you, Momma. Please keep us safe.
23
Dorian
“Are you scared?” I asked the boy. He hadn’t made a single noise since the guards put him into the vehicle. Had he fallen asleep? It was possible, considering they dragged him out of his room at two in the morning. After several seconds, I shouted, “Answer me!”
“A little. I’m just a kid, if you haven’t noticed. Yeah, I’m scared, asshole.”
The guard backhanded the mouthy kid, but he didn’t cry out in pain. He absorbed the smack the same way his mother used to from Bruno, showing no emotion.
“Don’t! He’s just a kid.” I twisted in my seat, repeating what the boy said, and pointed at the idiot. “How many times do I need to tell you he must be unharmed for the exchange?” Spit flew out of my mouth as I yelled. What was wrong with these giant barbarians? Why couldn’t they follow a simple order?
I studied the boy’s filthy appearance. They shouldn’t expect him to be pristine, given he was kidnapped. His living conditions were nauseating. The stench of urine and mildew… The sweltering Minnesota heat and humidity hadn’t helped, but I had done what was needed to get what I wanted.
“Take off his hood.” I had to be sure Raymond was intact.