Semua Bab The Devil's Pair (The Road Devils MC 4): Bab 71 - Bab 80

Outskirts of Salt Lake City, UtahHighway Hellions Safe HouseAt the exact moment that Wolf was speaking those words, Violet was kneeling on a filthy floor in front of the Right-Guardian. She had shown up in Utah in the wee hours that morning, after a tense wait on stand-by at the Denver airport. Thank Christ she’d gotten last minute on a red-eye to Salt Lake City, then she’d spent a frustrating few hours on the streets, asking around about The Highway Hellions clubhouse.When she’d finally presented herself there at about five a.m., she’d immediately been taken to a beast of a man named Viper. He’d been suspicious yet intrigued when she’d explained that she was seeking the Right-Guardian Michael, and that she had very important information for him about a situation in Denver.Viper had pressed and pushed, but Violet had been adamant: she would talk to the Right-Guardian only. He’d retreated to what looked like an office to make some phone calls, then re-emerged five minutes later lo

Life at the Garden had been frightening and stifling, violent and tense… but it had been largely predictable, and there had been a twisted safety in that. Elle had known what she’d be doing every minute of every day, food had just appeared in front of her, clean clothes magically appeared on her bed. She hadn’t had to think at all, or plan, or argue her point of view. It had been a child-like existence in so many ways, free of both choice and control, and as much as Elle hated to admit it, she still saw its appeal.Maybe Violet had too… and maybe that’s all she’d seen after she left the Garden that night. Maybe she’d forgotten about the beatings, and being starved, and raped.Elle sighed, then saw Rebel mopping his way over to her. She looked on the floor, automatically scanning for objects that might get in his way; the bar was always littered with lipstick tubes, glass shards, cigarettes, sometimes even articles of clothing. Something shiny and plastic-looking caught her eye now, h

“Shit,” he said, putting a hand to his chest and wondering why it was suddenly so hard to take a breath. “What the hell?”Briley was staring at him open-mouthed, and the look of pure terror on her face gave him pause.“Hon?” The word came out thick and slow. “What?”“Rebel –” She reached for him, and her urgency was palpable. “Come inside –” A second hand pushed him now, harder and stronger, and this time he heard the shot. Rebel looked down, and was mildly surprised to see a splash of bright red blooming across his chest. “Rebel,” Briley said again, but that was all she had time to say before the two men were on them. The third shot was the one that finally took Rebel down: he landed heavily, half-in the house, his whole body already numb. Briley bent down next to him, grabbed his huge arm, tried to drag him the last few feet to safety. But it was no use – he was too heavy, he was dead weight, and anyway, the men were so close that Rebel could hear their breaths.He looked up at B

Wolf got to the twins’ house less than nine minutes after Dux had called him. He tore up the path, and saw that Scars and Ice had already arrived.He reached Rebel’s body, felt his knees give out under him. Wolf had seen plenty of corpses in his life – God knows, he’d created more than one personally – but he never, never got used to losing one of his brothers.Gently, he touched Rebel’s cold cheek, felt his throat close up when there was no reaction, no response. He looked up and away from Rebel’s too-still face, took stock of the men around him. Dux was covered in blood, from chest to mid-thigh and looked oddly teary; Drake was bloody too, but not nearly as badly, and he had a smoldering anger radiating off him that his twin hadn’t tapped into yet. Scars looked like he’d bypassed sadness and launched himself into full-on fucking furious, and Ice had that look on his granite face… the one that assured Wolf that Crusher Alcott was already a dead man, Ice would see to it.Wolf touched

Briley sat in the back of what was surely a van, bound and blindfolded, fighting to stay calm. Her head was fuzzy, and she knew that she’d been drugged to knock her out; what she didn’t know was how long she’d been unconscious. It could have been thirty minutes, it could have been twelve hours.Then again, how much time had passed between being knocked out and now didn’t matter, really, since that was the past. All that mattered was what was coming – what the next five minutes, sixty minutes, four hours would bring. Besides, thinking about what had happened before meant that she’d think about…Oh, God. Oh, no.An image of Rebel flashed in her mind’s eye now, and the tears welled up behind the blindfold. He was dead, she was sure of it: there was no way that anyone could have survived three gunshots to the back that passed right through to the chest, and she was sure that she’d heard one more just as she was succumbing to the effects of the drug. Seeing as these boys had shown up inten