ONE
CASH
“Tell me she’s okay.”I could feel the rage coming off Silas as he spoke from the other end of the line.
“From my surveillance, the only thing I can say for certain is she’s alive, but the bastard won’t let anyone get close enough to her to know the state she’s in,” I gritted into my cell as I kept winding through the dense foliage that surrounded my property.
Rays of sunlight cut through the trees and blinded my eyes as I tromped across the land, the way I did every couple of days to make sure no assholes were treading into places they didn’t belong.
“I’ve got to get to her, man.” There was no missing the plea in his words. The fact that he was a second from flying out the door to get to her himself.
“I know, but you’ve got to hang tight and do this thing right. You’re only going to put her in more danger by going in there without a plan. That asshole has an army surrounding him.”
“Swear to fuck, I’m going to bleed him slow,” Silas hissed between clenched teeth.
“Dude is as good as dead.” I kept my voice hushed as I continued to stalk along the perimeter of my property, my dog Duke trotting along at my side, forever standing guard.
Forty acres of isolated bliss. Not a soul around for miles.
Exactly the way I wanted it.
Bliss.
What a fucking joke.
Because with the type of lives we led? There was no bliss.
There was only chaos and destruction. Blood and bodies and carnage.
The exact type of carnage Silas and I had every intention of inflicting as I gave him an update about what I found on his younger sister, Elena.
He’d come to me about a week ago after he hadn’t heard from her in a few days. Asked me to get into her phone history to find out what was happening since hacking my way into people’s lives was my specialty.
I discovered she’d gotten involved with Kent Ellison, a piece of shit drug dealer Silas and I used to have ties with back when we ran with the Iron Owls MC.
Asshole was a twisted fuck who didn’t mind a little torture to get his way.
He’d tried to wrangle Silas and his new motorcycle club he established, Crimson Crows, into running pills across the country for him. When Silas refused, Kent apparently thought he was going to get his way using his favorite tactic, and he somehow lured Elena in.
The texts I found between them had been lurid, Elena falling prey to his game.
Now, no one had heard from her in a week.
Problem was, Silas hadn’t gotten a word from Kent, either.
No demands or terms had been given.
Uncertainty rolled through my consciousness.
I had no clue what the fuck Kent was up to.
“Can’t believe she’d get involved with him on her own accord,” Silas rambled, clearly distraught but also contemplating the same questions I was asking myself.
“Have a meeting with my crew tonight. Gonna grab a team and get in there ourselves to see what’s going on. We’ll get her back.”
Sovereign Sanctum was the one good part of me remaining. Our secret society that got women and children in extreme danger to safety. Took them under our wing and gave them new lives. Identities I created with a few strokes of my fingers.
It was my job.
