I was born and raised in the MC, and I was trained to be a war machine. Every instinct within me is screaming that I need to get to Leeva, warning me I’m going to lose her.
I’ll never survive losing you again.
That truthful statement I made to Leeva feels heavy, like it’s on the verge of becoming a reality.
I feel my body shake; my past PTSD wants to sink its claws into me and pull me under to where it’s quiet and calm.
But that’s a deception. That quiet and calm isn’t real. The only quiet and calm I need is Leeva with me.
Fucking her raw and filthy.
Making tender, sweet love to her.
Watching her sleep and hearing her laugh.
Wiping her tears away and building a family with her, just like my little dove has craved since losing her parents.
“Thunder,” Guerilla’s voice fills the Cell when the call connects. “It’s about goddamn time. Tell me you’re on your way here with my brother.”
Thunder tries to shout, but the gag keeps it muffled.
Digits holds up his laptop and nods, telling me the countdown to keep Guerilla on the line has started.
I keep silent so I don’t tip my brother off that this isn’t Thunder. But rather than demand that Thunder speak, Guerilla shouts, and my blood turns to ice.
“What the fuck, little lamb?!”
There’s athudand what sounds like a scuffle, and I hear Leeva’s pained cry along with Guerilla’s cursing.
But the thing that has my vision darkening and is trying to drag me into a black pit of hell is the distinct sound of a pump-action shotgun being engaged.
Followed by a blast that rips through the phone speaker and fills the Cell.
“No… No, little lamb… What did you… make me do?” Guerilla’s voice is thick with pain, and like he can hardly get the words out.
“Leeva!” I bellow, not caring—no, that’s not true… I don’t have the presence of mind to even think about not letting Guerilla know it’s me on the other end of the call, as horror and panic explode and take control. “Leeva!” I roar.
Then the call disconnects.
And I do the only thing that will keep me grounded and in the moment as my PTSD claws at me, trying to pull me into sweet oblivion.
I pull the gun from the back of my jeans.
And blow a hole through Thunder’s forehead.
Chapter 49
Army
Armswraparoundmelike a python, and I know it’s Bane. I throw my head back, but he dodges, so I don’t break his nose. Pix grabs the gun from my hand, and Ash grips my face, getting in close.
I disobeyed a direct order from my president, but I don’t give a shit. I want to raze the world to the ground along with anything that gets in my way.
“Army, focus on me!” he shouts in my face, and I grunt like a bull trying to break free.
“I got the trace!” Digits shouts. “Army, I fucking got it. Go,go!”
Ash grips my head tighter and gives me a hard shake. “Leeva could still be alive.”
