I threw the bloody weapons down and left the shed with Viper. I finally felt ready to take on the one man who’d had me running scared my entire life. The one man who had taken everything from me as a child.
He wouldn’t succeed in taking Shona from me.
Shona
I could barely breathe with the bag over my head and the tape on my mouth. At least the bastard had allowed me to have my nose clear, but the heavy bag they’d put on my head when I was in the car was starting to get hot and hard to breathe through.
They’d taped my mouth shut because I’d overheard plans they were making with the Destructive Sons. So long as Savage was kept alive, they didn’t care what my father did with them. I wanted to scream out their plans, but he’d realised as we pulled into the compound that I’d been a little too complacent, and that I’d overheard.
“Do not worry yourself,” Boris’ voice was next to my ear. “He will come and I will have my son,and you will go back to making some poor Irishman miserable for the rest of your days. I have a few strong Russian women who will take your place and give him sons.”
I held back the sob. Not because I believed Savage would do that to me, but because I didn’t want him to follow me. I didn’t want him to come to the life he never wanted. His mother died to save him and if I had to die to save him now, I would.
The car stopped and I felt myself being pulled out of the newly opened door and pushed toward something. Another set of hands took hold of me, and I heard Boris speaking Russian. The person who had me was speaking it too. The only word I recognised wasaeroport.
He was taking me to Italy? How? I didn’t have a passport or a bag…how could he even get me clear of customs? Then again, sometimes the boys could hire a private plane with the O’Farrell’s, and they got into Europe with ease. I could only imagine the pull someone like Boris Markov had over officials.
I was shoved into a car again, and this time I felt the bag slip from my head and fall into my lap. Ilooked out of the shaded window of the car I was in and up at Boris, who was talking with his men and the newcomer.
The newcomer that I knew well.
Had he betrayed the club?
Anger swirled through me as I kept my head bowed down to hide the fact that I was now unbagged. The traitor got in the car and behind the wheel. No one else joined us. I wanted to lash out at him, have him crash the car and die, but I bid my time as he pulled away from the road where I’d been exchanged and toward what I would only assume was a private airfield.
“You can look up, Shona,” he said in English. “I loosened the bag so it would fall off once you were in the car.”
I looked up at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He leaned over and ripped the tape off my mouth. The pain seared across my face where the adhesive had been. “Why?”
“You think someone like me would ever betray the Ghost Rebels, Shona?”
“Wolf…”
“I’ve always been more loyal to them than the Outlaws. When I saw the request come through from the society that they needed an ally in Ireland, I saw my chance. I’m a member, Shona, but so are a lot of other assholes. I made sure I was here. When we get to the airfield, I need you to stay close to me. Nod if you understand.”
I slowly nodded. “But…I’m going on a plane?”
“No, Shona, I have people coming to take out Markov. I need you to run to safety when I tell you to.”
My heart was racing as I tried to come to terms with what he was telling me.
“He will have people come after you.”
“You leave that to me to worry about,” Wolf said. “You just run when I tell you, and get to safety.”
I nodded. “Okay."
“I can’t untie your hands, they will know immediately something is wrong, but the bag I can explain was lost in the exchange.”
I nodded again. The airfield was coming into view, and I felt a new wave of fear steal over me.What if I’m caught and Wolf is killed? What if they kill me anyway, and Savage still goes over there?
God.
This is so fucked up.
“Wolf…”
“Yeah?”
