Page 77 of Carver’s Crusade

“Visual confirmation,” Dante says. “All six present.”

I swing off my bike and yank off my helmet, shoving my fingers through my hair while rage churns hot beneath my skin. Nobody is joking now. We’re all waiting for their next move.

Dante stands near his bike with his arms crossed, staring toward the distant glow of Rollings’ house.

“We could go knocking on their door,” Chaos suggests. “Nothing is stopping us from going in there and taking them out now.”

“Except, we want to prosecute them,” Shield says. “There are women out there who have been denied justice because these assholes gave each other alibis. We need to prove that these men have been lying so we can break their alibis and prosecute them for their crimes.”

“You know, just because you prove they’re lying doesn’t mean the women will receive justice,” Flame says.

“You’re right. That’s why if the courts don’t prosecute, we’ll come in and clean up,” Dante says.

“We’ve got activity,” Ghost says.

We all snap our attention back to the house in time to see Cliff Mellor and Jay Banks leaving the house. The two men climb into their cars and take off.

Ghost, Flame, and Reaper take off after Mellor, with Torch and Ranch following Banks.

The rest of us wait. We listen and watch.

“Cole, we’re heading in your direction. Jinx, get ready,” Ghost says.

“Axel, we’re coming up on your location,” Torch calls out. “Izzy, you’re up.”

The plan is for the prospects to drop Izzy and Jinx off wherever the men end up. Then they’ll park and go inside for added protection. Club members will watch the target’s vehicle.

That leaves the rest of us still watching the house. We’ll wait, watch, and listen.

Byte’s fingers are practically flying over a keyboard; he’s inside the SUV parked down the street. I can hear the faint clicking through the open comm channel as he coordinates everyone.

“Traffic cams are live,” Byte says. “I’m tracking all teams now.”

“Any signs the targets made us?” Dante asks.

“Negative.”

Shield folds his arms over his chest beside me. “What about our girls?”

A few seconds pass before Byte answers.

“Jay Banks just arrived at the first location.”

The silence that follows feels razor sharp.

Then Byte continues.

“It’s a bar downtown. Izzy is already inside.”

Good.

Nobody says what we’re all thinking.

Jay Banks has no idea he’s walking into a trap.

Another burst of keyboard clicks.

“Cliff Mellor just arrived at the second location,” Byte says. “Different bar across town. Jinx is in place.”