He’s not lying. Crazy fucker got his woman by being her ghost day and night.
“Why are you here?” Chaos tucks his fingers beneath Pits’s cut and straightens it on his shoulders.
“Club business.” Pits snarls. “Devil’s Breed. Not the Kings of Anarchy.”
“You made it my business when you decided Temperance was the place to conduct it.”
“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.”
“For fuck’s sake.” I shake my head. “We ain’t got all day for you to talk.”
“No,” Chaos agrees. “We don’t.” He lifts his right hand, sets a gun to the guy’s temple, and pulls the trigger. “Maybe one of the others will be more agreeable.”
Well, fuck. Guess that’s that then.
Looks like it’s war.
TWENTY-FOUR
KYRA
The undeniable crackof a gun echoes through the alley outside. Davis winces, his dry palm covering my mouth while we wait for the confrontation to end. I considered biting his meaty flesh and hopping my ass to the door to get to Jinx, but the Devil’s Breed outnumbered him when Davis dragged me in here, and I didn’t want to risk complicating things.
But now there are more voices. One I recognize as Chaos, but the other is a mystery. I’m not sure how many more Kings arrived, but I’m fucking glad they did.
The thought that Jinx might meet his fate because of me damn near had me vomit on Davis’s parquet floor.
“Holy shit,” the idiot mutters, dropping his hand from my mouth as carnage breaks out in the alley. “We need to leave.”
“And go where?” I hiss-whisper at the guy. “Do you plan on walking me down the sidewalk like this? With my hands and feet tied together?”
Besides, there’s no fucking way I’m leaving until I know Jinx is okay. I haven’t heard his voice in the brawl yet, and while I’m relatively sure the gunfire came from one of the Kings, my heart still beats like a hummingbird’s wing until I know for sure.
“What the fuck are you doing associating with them?” I ask. “Is Pits your fucking brother?”
He grimaces. “Can’t choose family.”
No, you can’t. “You can choose how you deal with that, though.” His brother might have picked the wrong path in life, but why the fuck did Davis follow him? “What were they going to do with me?”
His gaze flicks to me, then back to the door to the alley as something slams against it. “It doesn’t matter now.”
“It fucking does.” I shuffle my feet toward the door.
“What are you doing?” he hisses under his breath. “Get back here before you draw them in.”
“Oh, shut up.” I wriggle myself to the door and then press the side of my head up against it. The voices are a little more subdued, too muffled to make out. I can’t tell if it’s safe.
“I knew this would turn to shit when I saw you,” Davis muses to himself. “Goddamn knew it.”
“Not much help that is now, is it?” I turn back toward him and shuffle over. “What was Pits talking about? Seven what?”
He lifts his gaze to mine, remorse clear in the peak of his eyebrows. “You don’t want to know, Kyra. Take this as a close call and then get yourself the hell out of Temperance as quickly as you can. The future isn’t so bright around these parts anymore.”
“Tell me, Davis.” I bend at the waist to level our gazes.
He shifts on his torn chair and draws a deep breath. “The Devil’s Breed put girls into the sex trade. That’s all I’ll say.”
“Unwillingly, I guess, considering they’re halfway through kidnapping me.” I lift my hands. “Any chance you’d like to take these off?”
