Rev groaned. “Don’t say that shit right now. I’m getting hard.”
My cock swelled like he was missing out on the party.
We had her caged between us, our bodies blocking her from view.
I couldn’t resist teasing her. “You need double-stuffed again?”
“Oh my god, yes.”
Rev shook his head. “Not until we spill blood in your name.”
We both released her.
Becca stumbled back against the wall, her eyes hooded. “You need to hurry.”
Rev shook his head. “Needy little thing.”
“Don’t worry, princess, we’ll be primed and ready for you.”
Her lower lip jutted out in a cute pout. “Fine.”
“Go play with Sydney.” I ticked my head toward the door where Sydney stood with War, Trojan, and Raptor.
“Becca!” Sydney screamed, shoving people out of her way.
Our woman left us so fucking fast it was almost an insult.
I smiled as she hugged her best friend, then turned to Rev. “Now. While she’s distracted.”
He nodded. “Let’s go.”
Becca had no idea that we already had a plan in place. Hades had been in contact, texting instructions and confirming our orders. We were leaving now. In the middle of the night, during a blizzard, to hunt our enemies and end this shit.
For good.
The two women were ushered to a table, where a club bunny began serving them drinks. I paid her extra to be nice, provide snacks, and keep the girls occupied while we were gone.
Hades pulled us aside, keeping Becca in his line of sight. He already said he wouldn’t leave her, and we agreed. The party was a ruse, mostly to keep Becca, Sydney, and the other ol’ ladies distracted from learning about the hunt until it was over.
But we had an ace up our sleeves. A few of the Tonopah GBMC members were joining us per Hades’ request, including Diablo, Spook, and Patriot. They all hated human traffickers, butSpook and Patriot’s ol’ ladies had been victims. Any chance they had for payback, they jumped at it.
They were already outside, waiting for us.
“Follow their lead. We all know what they can do.”
Yeah. Reap souls. Craziest shit I ever saw. If I hadn’t witnessed it myself, I would have called bullshit on the whole thing. But I had seen it happen more than once.
It was fucking cool to be friends with Grim Reapers.
“Get vengeance for our girl,” Hades ordered. “Go.”
We didn’t need the whole club to risk their lives. Only Rev and I were stupid enough to do that. The rest of the club stayed behind to provide protection in case those trafficking motherfuckers showed up at the clubhouse.
Hades wasn’t taking any chances. His priority was Becca and the club, both of equal importance. Not a soul disputed that.
Diablo ticked his chin in greeting as I approached him, standing with Spook and Patriot beside a jeep. “This should handle all the fucking snow.”
No shit. I was almost jealous. I needed one.
