Ace thanked him and we headed into separate rooms. I wouldn’t sleep, I knew it, but the other two were exhausted. I was fueled by my desire to find Orla. The more time we wasted, the faster I could lose her.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t survive it.
The mansion Dario had brought us to sat on a hill, large trees covering the entrance. There was a big gate around the property that was heavily guarded with gun toting dickheads. Emil sat with me, as we waited for the sign that we would approach.
“One of them is your woman?” Emil asked me, finally speaking.
“Yes,” I said, even though I knew she wasn’t. “Orla.”
He nodded. “I will fight beside you to bring her back, brother.”
“Thank you,” I offered. I didn’t say that often, but I meant it. He understood what we needed to do and how vital this was. “You have a woman waiting for you?”
Emil shook his head. “No, I would never assume that just one wants to settle with me.”
I chuckled. I knew that was what most of the boys felt when they first joined. Women threw themselves at you. There was never an end to the pussy when you had a cut on your back and a bike underneath you.
“There seems to be a weakness up there,” he pointed to an area where the guards didn’t seem to be pacing.
“You’re right.”
“Let me tell Dario,” he said. “We can go in through there.”
“The rest of the club here?”
Emil nodded. “Scattered. We have at least thirty men here, we pulled some of the Irish boys over for it during the day.”
While we slept.
I waited for Emil to speak into the phone in Italian, but every part of me was buzzing to get inside and find Orla. Everything I’d left unsaid was killing me. She didn’t know. She didn’t know how much I loved her, and always had.
I had to tell her.
Emil came back over to me. “They’re in position. We should get down there.”
I followed him eagerly, wanting to get in there and bust a few skulls. Slowly, we made it down to where Ace and Hawk had met up with Dario and Enzo.
“We take the side, the boys will take most of the heat out here, drag them out.”
I nodded at Dario as we ran down to where there appeared to be an opening in the security. I could hear gunfire at the front of the mansion, Matteo’s security detail were all running down as I chanced a glance to see at least forty bikers shooting and engaging with the security. Following Dario, he led us through the gardens and up into the back of the mansion. Ace had his knucks on, Hawk held his knives in his hands at the ready. I opted for my guns; one strapped to my ankle, one in the back of my pants and one in my hands. They were fast and efficient, and I knew I didn’t have to get close to let off a couple of rounds.
The Rabid Wolves moved down one hall and told us to split down the next hall. We had to get out of here as quickly as possible.
A door opened to our left and we froze on the spot, my gun aiming up at whoever it was. A man in his mid twenties opened the door and looked at us, a steely resolveon his face. He sighed and motioned for us to continue down the hall and to the left. Confused, we looked at each other as he leaned against his door, his head hung low, as if he were waiting to be killed.
When we didn’t do anything, Ace and Hawk running past him, he moved back into his room and closed the door. I kicked open the door, my gun trained on him, but he was just sitting on the end of his bed.
“I won’t tell him,” he said. His accent was thick but his English was perfect. “He’s done wrong by this, and I don’t condone it. All I ask is you take him out, because he won’t stop. This is not what we are about.”
“His name.”
“Matteo.”
“Yours,” I asked.
“Bastian. I’m Bastian Barone.”
