The brow of the hill is up ahead, so I slow down ever so slightly to make sure I don’t lose them, or they lose me, and the dumbasses follow as predicted, unaware I’m now baiting them.
I shake my head at the dense fuckers who thought it was a good idea to go after an Unholy Savage, their Road Captain, no less.
Pulling into the warehouse grounds, I see the metal gate is open ahead but not an MC member in sight, but I know my brothers are lying in wait.
The truck gathering speed and the gunshots signify the start of the shootout. The truck’s tires are taken out as I park my bike, then my brothers drag the fuckers from the truck.
Perfect.
Two men I don’t recognize but am about to be up close and very fucking personal with are dragged in my direction. I tip my head toward the warehouse, taking out a cigarette, then light it up and check my phone for messages.
The prospect on Cassidy messaged me, and my heart does a weird, unfamiliar jump when I open it and find myself craving more.
Prospect: Took her kid to the park.
That’s it? That’s all he’s going to send me. Which fucking park? How do I know they made it there okay?
I grind my teeth and my pulse races, then I type out a reply.
Me: Which park? Send me a photo of ’em both.
“You comin?” Venom hollers.
Me: Now.
A photo comes through, and something inside me settles, and the sound of the blood pumping in my ears dissipates.
Cassidy is smiling at the bottom of the slide, and Noah is grinning widely at his mama. I zoom in on Cass, and the bite mark on her neck makes me touch the one she gave me on my chest.
Mine.
That’s what they are. Both of them.
“Killa!” Venom shouts.
“Yeah. I’m comin’.” I tuck my phone back into my pocket, with a smile that could rival any serial killer’s.
But I guess that’s what I am.
After all, that’s how I got my name.
KILLA
“So what? You sayin’ the Vipers MC are hiring out now?” Savage looks fit to burst, with his eyes darting between us around the church table.
After torturing and slaughtering the cunts who tried to run me off the road, we discovered they’d been hired by the Vipers to claim our merchandise. They knew our plans, or mine, at least. Slash cutting out their tongues made it a little difficult for them to communicate, but that was pretty much the rundown on the situation.
Instead of them doing it themselves or sending prospects to do their dirty work, they hired thugs from a street gang who didn’t know who they were messing with.
“We gonna have problems with this gang?” Savage asks.
“Probably,” I grunt, lifting a shoulder, and he exhales loudly.
He drags his hand over his head. “Yeah, figured as much.”
“I’m gonna check the analytics on everyone’s phones, make sure we don’t have a rat,” Hunter states.
“Killa, how you gettin’ on with the bitch?”
