Or we retrieve her body so I can be buried alongside her.
Because if she is dead, I’ll follow her soon.
Pain slashes through me, then murderous rage.
“Digits, I need you to track Guerilla if he tries to run.” I sound like a demon straight from hell.
“Already on it.” He sets his laptop on the table and gets to work. “Get the hell out of here.”
Bane releases me, and we sprint out of the Cell. After ordering Tats and Toxic to deal with Thunder’s body and to watch over Razor, Ash jumps into the passenger seat of my truck, and Pix and Bane get into the back.
They all opt to ride with me rather than on their bikes, and I know it’s to ensure I don’t succumb to my PTSD and have a dissociative episode, and also to keep me from going completely off the rails.
Whatever the reason, I appreciate them being by my side. Not just to keep me steady, but because I know we’re family and they have my back, even if I disobeyed a direct order from Ash.
Digits keeps us updated as we speed toward the address he gave us. But my gut swirls when he insists that Guerilla hasn’t left the property.
Could he have used the top-tier tech again to remain off the CCTV cameras? Could he have left before Digits got the feed up from them?
If Guerilla gets away from me this time, he’ll go deep underground, and I won’t have the pleasure of ending him and watching the life drain out of his eyes before I’m forced to face the MC’s vote.
He can’t…he just fuckingcan’tbe allowed to continue breathing.
What I wouldn’t give to turn back the hands of time, even if not all the way back to when I harshly friend-zoned Leeva, but to the time when I was beating the shit out of Guerilla at the hospital after she had lost her baby and ran. I should’ve ended him there—and I would’ve if it hadn’t been for Zeus and Ash pulling me off him. The hospital staff had watched in horror, but I would’ve faced prison time willingly if I could’ve killed him.
The sound of that pump-action shotgun being engaged fills my head again, followed by the blast, and my vision blurs. If Leeva was shot with a shotgun at close range by my brother…
He wouldn’t miss.
There was no way she’d survive.
My vision turns black.
“Army!” Ash shouts and jerks the wheel.
I course-correct the truck on the road, forcing away the horrific thought and graphic images my mind wants to paint.
“Take your next left,” Pix orders me, and I catch her eyes in the rearview mirror. Her expression is grave, and her mouth is a thin line.
“We should’ve put a 911 call in to have an ambulance on-site,” Bane rumbles.
The area is run-down and desolate. There doesn’t look to be many people around to call in a gunshot; likely, no one from this area would call it in even if they heard it.
Ash glances at me, and I read his unspoken words. If the worst-case scenario is what we’re facing, then we’ll need the coroner, not the paramedics.
My heart hammers, and my skin is covered in a cold sweat as I race down the street to the address we got from Digits. Slamming on the brakes, I skid to a stop in front of what looks like an abandoned apartment building.
I’m out of my vehicle, sprinting hard for the building, pulling out my gun.
“Jesus Christ, he’s going to get himself killed,” Ash growls, his thundering steps coming behind me.
I’m doing the exact opposite of everything I was trained to do. Running into enemy territory without hesitation or a plan of attack. Running wild and reckless, instead of calm and level-headed.
There’s been no reconnaissance to scope out the building’s layout to identify where an enemy could be lying in wait to ambush. There’s been no plan of attack developed, let alone a counterattack plan.
Nothing but blind rage and urgency is driving me to reach my brother and fucking end him.
To get to Leeva to…
