Page 75 of Carver’s Crusade

I snort softly. “Not even close.”

Because Raven is sitting back at the clubhouse while the man who hurt her still walks free.

Because every time I think about Tony touching her, something black and violent twists inside my chest.

Static crackles in my helmet before Dante’s voice cuts through, calm and steady.

“Chaos and I got movement. Andrew Rollings just left his office. Looks like he’s heading home.”

I picture Dante and Chaos somewhere downtown, their bikes gliding through traffic while they shadow their target.

“Copy,” Shield answers.

A few seconds later, Torch speaks up.

“Jay Banks just left his office building.”

Ranch’s deep voice follows immediately behind him. “He’s heading for the freeway northbound. Looks like he’s going toward Rollings’ house too.”

Good.

Two of them are gathering already. Tonight could be the night we take them down. It’s Sunday, so the chances were good that the guys wouldn’t go hunting tonight. But we didn’t want to waste an opportunity.

Shield glances toward me but says nothing.

He doesn’t have to.

We’re both thinking the same thing.

Babe’s voice cuts in next through a burst of wind noise. “Paul Storr is mobile. Scar and I are behind him.”

Then Grimm.

“Scott Tyler just left the bank.”

“Thought Grimm was going to take him down in the parking lot,” Feral laughs.

“After the way he harassed that woman, I should have. He’s a putz. I can’t wait to take him down.”

Laughter crackles through the comms, easing some of the tension riding beneath everybody’s skin.

Even I smirk faintly.

“Focus,” Dante growls.

Then Ghost’s calm voice drifts through my helmet speakers.

“Cliff Mellor just left his apartment complex.”

“Reaper thinks he’s carrying,” Flame says over the roar of his engine.

“He adjusted his waistband twice,” Reaper argues.

“Or he’s got to piss.”

“He just left his apartment. He’s armed.”

“Probably,” Shield mutters.