That name again. Bayne had been the one who murdered Hugo. The one who’d taken a shot at Cass and killed Levi.
“Put it on his right wrist.” Raz had blood dripping on his chin. “Bastard wanted it to match the one I gave Winston, but Winston wore his on his back, just like you! Now I told you what I know.” A swipe of his fingers over the blood. His green eyes darted around the parlor. “You’re all fucking twisted bastards, and I want you out of here! Out! I want you?—”
Javion stepped forward and punched him. Raz went down hard. Out cold.
Javion sighed. “He was getting loud. I hate it when they get loud.” His lips pursed. “You get what you came for?”
Cass nodded. “Bayne Hendrix is a dead man.”
Bayne Hendrix. Bayne Hendrix. The name replayed in her mind again and again. Finally, she had her target. After all of this time.
“But he’s a Twin,” Javion muttered. “And the leader of the Western Mavericks. Won’t that be a problem for you?”
His head turned. His gaze held Agnes’s. “I’ll make sure he’s not a problem for anyone again.” His fingers curled around hers. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
But when he tugged her, she didn’t move.
“Agnes?”
“I kinda wanted a tat.”
“What?”
“Yours look really good. All tough and badass. I had worked up my nerve, and I was ready for one.” But the tattoo artist was still out cold. Not like she’d trust him to come at her with a needle now, either, so…
“Rain check,” Cass told her. “We’ll get matching ones.”
She quirked a brow. “Now you’re just teasing. You’re literally being a tattoo tease.”
“You’re stalling.” He tugged again. This time, he pulled her closer to him. “Why?”
Because when she’d glanced at the wall of tats, she’d recognized one. One of the dragons with the detailed scales, and she knew that they might have another problem. “He’s really good at scales,” she whispered.
Cass frowned.
Before she could speak again, they heard the roar of a motorcycle. Just another one of Cass’s gang closing in, right? But…
Her goosebumps were getting worse. If I’m right about that particular dragon tattoo, then that new rider might not belong to Cass’s crew. And…I think I might know who our visitor is. Someone who’d been doing some hunting of his own. Hunting that had led to Raz’s tattoo shop.
He’d been hunting and he kept this from me…typical. Very, very typical of her overprotective…brother. If I’m right…If I’m right…
Bear ducked out of the parlor, then bobbed right back inside. “He’s not one of ours.”
This was going to be bad. She could feel it inside.
“Hendrix?” Cass instantly demanded. “Part of his crew?”
“Don’t know. The SOB is coming right at the shop,” Bear fired out.
Cass’s jaw locked. He gently pushed Agnes toward Javion. “Keep her inside.”
“No,” Agnes said immediately.
“Princess, you keep that sweet ass of yours inside this place. I don’t know what I’m facing.”
She ran to the window in the front of the small parlor. She peered through the blinds. Saw the man on the massive motorcycle. Saw the black jacket. The black helmet. Saw him stand up, take off the helmet. And the light hit his dark hair. Then his face as he turned toward them.
Her breath caught. “You can’t fight him.”
