King, Traeger, and Duke fanned out behind him and T-Rex.
The VP nodded toward the Rezvani. “I’m going to check on Coal.”
“Jentzen and Jovi are on their way in case we need a medic. Fuck, how the hell did they find her?”
Viking’s mind spun. “I don’t fucking know, man. We took care when I drove here. I didn’t notice a tag.”
King lifted his chin as Duke disappeared behind the SUV.
“We’ll get our answers when we get Jinx back.”
King lifted his phone and showed Viking a video Tymber had sent him. The images show Jinx stepping outside and, moments later, being ambushed by a man and a woman. He saw the duofollow her inside the space, but he didn’t recognize them.
“We have two brothers guarding the front. What’s the plan?” King asked.
Viking blew out a breath. “I’m going in. Does Tymber have the ability to see when they arrived and who was with them?” he asked.
King shot a text to Tymber, asking the questions while they eased toward the doorway. Instead of speaking, King showed Viking his cell. There, in clear view, were the two people who’d grabbed Jinx, arriving a couple of hours after they had, parking next to Coal. The woman tapped on Coal’s window, gesturing to his car. As soon as he rolled the window down, she jabbed something into his neck.
“Shit,” he whispered. “We need to find out what they shot him up with.” Viking eyed the screen until the image of Jinx appeared again. He was going to spank her sexy little ass when he got her home.
He stood to the left of the door, his fist clenched by his side. King took position at his back while Traeger and Archer covered the front.
Viking pulled the door open, entering the building swiftly. His mind spun as he spied a manpressing an older woman against the wall like they were making out. The pair sprang apart, then froze when he and his brothers filled the space. Glass shattered from the front of the building, which he assumed came from Traeger or Archer forcing their way inside.
He pulled his Glock, pressing it against the fucker who’d been making out with the old broad’s forehead. “Who the fuck are you?” From the corner of his eye, he saw the woman reach for something in her bag. Viking’s left hand swiped a blade from his hip and let it fly, spearing into the wall beside her head. “The next one will land in your skull,” he warned.
King shifted into her space, removing the bag from her grasp. “I’ll take that. You'd best hope the brother you shot up earlier survives, or you’ll wish Viking over there hit you with that blade. Trust and believe that,” King growled.
“Leave my mother alone,” the man said in a low, raspy rumble.
Viking pressed the barrel harder as he stared down at the man. “Please tell me your name is Benjamin?”
The fucker in front of Viking narrowed his eyes like he had a pair. Viking waited for him to answer, staying quiet, unnerved many.
“I’m not one to yuck on another’s yum, but wasn’t he like making out with his mama when we walked in? Under normal circumstances, I don’t yuck on someone else’s yum, but I’m definitely yucking right now, just so you know.” Duke eyed the bag in King’s hand. “I wonder what the fuck she’s got in there?”
“Viking,” Jinx whispered.
“Stay over there, Vakker. Are you good?” Viking asked Jinx.
“Yes.” Her answer was shaky. There was an undertone of rage in her voice as she spoke to him.
“We’re going to take this situation back to the clubhouse. Traeger, you got him?” Viking understood what she needed, and he’d give it to her. He wanted to put a bullet into the bastard’s brains right then and there, but there could be witnesses. He had to keep his shit together and make smart decisions.
Jinx nodded and bit her lip. Traeger moved around her, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.There was understanding in his eyes. He’d been there before with his own woman at one time. They all, in some way, had come out stronger.
“What do you think you’re going to do with us? Take us back to that property and what? Make us run around wearing leather, singing Rock On?” Jinx’s mother sneered.
Viking gazed over his shoulder, stunned to hear the woman talk without an ounce of self-preservation. She wore a perfectly pressed dress with low heels and pantyhose that wouldn’t dare to run. Her hair in some updo he was sure took some time and finesse she’d perfected. He could imagine Jinx would’ve looked like her if she’d been groomed into the same life in thirty years. Fuck, he couldn’t picture his woman so cold.
“Bitch, we wouldn’t let you walk around our dump, let alone anywhere we’d allow our family.” King handed her bag to Duke. “See if you can find anything inside.”
“Watch out,” Jinx yelled.
Viking spun back around, catching Benjamin’s flying fist in his hand. His gun went flying. The man’s other fist came flying toward his face, hittinghim in the jaw. Knowing he didn’t need to worry about Jinx getting injured, he released Benjamin with a grin.
“You hit like a girl, jackass.” He waved his hand, motioning Benjamin to come to him.
