The members of his MC had drifted to the edges of the periphery. They were looking for other threats, ready to follow Cass’s orders.
They didn’t trust Ryan and Nash. He didn’t blame the MC for that. He didn’t exactly trust them completely, either. But I do trust Agnes.
Javion jogged toward him, with a phone gripped in his hand. “Our ghost still has eyes on Bayne, boss.”
Ah, yes. The rider who’d been tailing Bayne since the bastard had killed Hugo. Cass had thought Bayne would keep driving to Arizona, to the big MC powerhouse meeting that waited. Clearly, though, Bayne had other plans.
He never intends for me to make that meeting. He’s trying to take me out.
Cass didn’t give a shit about the big meeting. His target was Bayne. And Winston Striker—if that sonofabitch escaped the grave…And it sure seemed that he might have.
“Our rider says that Bayne is holed up in a warehouse one town over.” Javion rattled off the address. “That matches with the destination Raz gave us.”
The destination they’d forced from the guy.
It was an address that meant nothing to Cass. He was sure it was some hole-in-the-wall place, but probably one that Bayne had secured. Cameras, alarms, far too many of Bayne’s thugs. Not like Cass could just go roaring right up to the place on his motorcycle. The doors wouldn’t be opened to extend him a warm welcome.
Well, the doors wouldn’t be opened if he drove up on his Harley. But if he arrived in another vehicle…like a black van that is expected, then those doors would open. He could ride straight up to his prey. Thus, the current plan. Though he would have preferred for Agnes to be safely in a hospital bed while he handled the violence that was to come. And, oh, yes, there would be violence.
You thought to take her from me? To hurt her?
“Cass?” Agnes’s worried voice. “Why do you look like you’re getting ready to murder someone?”
Because he was. He slowly unclenched his fists. “Javion, I want you to secure Raz. He doesn’t get away, understand? You hold him, and you make sure he contacts no one.” A pause. “He does get to keep breathing, though. For the moment. So don’t kill him…yet.” Sooner or later, he’d probably have to turn Raz over to Gray.
Later would be better.
“What are you gonna do?” Javion wanted to know.
“I’m going to drive a van.” He and Agnes would be going to this final battle together.
“Uh, I’ll drive,” Nash offered. His eyes were kinda eerie when they locked on you. Not because of the color, but because the guy’s gaze was so stone-cold. Neither Nash nor Ryan had shown a hint of fear since Cass had met them, not even when the other bikers had come back and circled around them.
Under other circumstances, he might have liked them.
He doubted they would ever have liked him. They probably wanted to kick his ass because he’d fucked their sister. And I intend to fuck her again, at the earliest opportunity.
Provided he could give her what she’d always wanted—vengeance.
“I’ll drive,” Nash said again. “You can stay in the back with Agnes. That way, you can keep watch over her. Plus, not like you want to be recognized on sight when the van pulls up. If you’re in the back, it will allow us to get closer to the target.”
Yeah, it would.
“Besides,” Nash was not done, “you need someone you can trust with you.”
“What the hell am I?” Javion instantly demanded. “The enemy?”
Cass lifted his hand and put his fingers against Javion’s chest when the man started to lunge for Nash. “Easy.”
“That prick just insulted me! Easy, my ass!”
“I need you to secure Raz.”
Javion glared at him. “It’s because I lost her, isn’t it? You hold me personally responsible.” His head turned toward the back of the van. “Agnes, I told you this would happen!”
“Javion, my friend…”
Cass did not know why she’d just emphasized the word friend, but she had. He also did not know when she and Javion had become friends, but, whatever.
