I flip him off, making the guys laugh, but it earns me a scowl.
Camo leads us to where we dismount after shutting our babies down. It is an old gas station that burned to the ground only last winter, and it has been one of the projects that Winger and I have been looking into.
It would be a good business opportunity for the club. While it would sell the usual gas, we would also do oil changes and other small jobs to ease the pressure off the club’s main garage.
“Alright, fuckers. We get in, grab what we need, and get out. I fucking hate the smell of goblins.” Camo pulls a face like he smelled something bad.
“They freak me out; have you seem their toes? Fucking disgusting,” Cotton adds.
“So, we are now bashing people for how they look and smell? Wow, what a kind-hearted, diverse club we are,” Halen jokes.
“They would bash our heads in if they got the chance, so I am all for bashing them with words. But hey, I could bash a few heads tonight.” Camo nods as we walk.
He is not wrong; goblins can be evil as fuck. They are sneaky, cunning, and will not hesitate to bite your face off if they could.
“How is Delaney?” Halen asks.
“Good.” I shrug.
“That is translation for Thorin has not checked in on his woman since she got attacked by vampires because he is a fucking pussy,” Camo calls out.
The men snigger, and I punch Halen in the arm, to which he glares at me.
“Ouch, fucker. I bruise easily,” he mock whines.
“I can see why Winger calls us fucking children.” Camo laughs.
We approach the cave, and the smell makes me want to gag. Thankfully, I can hold my breath… well, you know because I am a vampire, I’m technically dead.
“Oh, fuck,” Camo groans, retching.
“Let’s just get this done, so we can leave,” I state.
I want to go and see Delaney, to check on her. It was shitty of me to not check on her before now, but like I said, I have been hunting, looking for the cunts who hurt her.
She will be pissed at me, and I am okay with being stuck in her villain category, for now, as long as she is safe.
My feet kick rocks, and the muggy dust clings to my skin, as we walk further into the dark cave. My night vision, thanks to my vampire sight, helps guide us through.
“Information states that the items we are looking for are being kept in a wooden chest behind a large throne,” Cotton fills us in
“A fucking throne?” I scoff.
“This goblin thinks he is the king of goblins, but from what I have been told, he is the brother of the actual king. He just likes to throw his weight around.”
“Goblins: lying, smelly fuckers.” Camo coughs.
I grin at his bitching.
“We split up, get it found, and leave.” The men nod to me, Camo dipping his chin.
We split up; I take the left side, hearing my brothers fan out. Stepping into a room, I see a pallet of fur blankets and pillows, all thrown together like a nest. Gold and silver goblets of different sizes and designs line the floor and built-in cave shelves.
Candles flicker in the dark room, and skulls are scattered among other items that seem to fill the room. Goblins are known for collecting things.
Moving further into the room, I see a wooden throne-looking chair and move closer, to see if the chest is behind it. The sooner I get the fuck out of here, the sooner I can go and see my woman.
Peering around the chair, I see a wooden box, not like a treasure chest, but still I go to look.
