Page 85 of Her Passionate Hero

Aiden’s blue eyes turned navy. Hunter remembered a drunken night where Aiden had told him a bit about the gang he had dealt with in Chicago.

“What do you need?”

“This is off the books,” Hunter said.

“And I repeat myself, what do you need?” Aiden growled.

“I have an old friend who is a target of a major player up here, they’re called Los Demonios.”

“Aliana?” Aiden asked.

Fuck! Just how often had he talked about her?

Dalton clapped him on the shoulder. “You might have mentioned her a time or two over the years.”

“Where is she?” Aiden asked.

“She’s inside with her sick mother and her grandmother,” Hunter answered.

“They need to stay contained. Is this place safe?” Aiden asked.

“Yeah, but it’s too small,” Hunter answered. “Aliana is going to a hotel. Dalton has one picked out. We’re taking her there in the back of an Enterprise van and parking it underground. She’ll take the elevators up to her floor, she’ll only be on the lobby floor for a minute.”

“Sounds good.”

“How are we going to work this?” Aiden asked.

“After we get Aliana safely stowed away, we split up. We have some errands to run. I’m going to check in with an old friend of mine and see if he can give me any information on a lowlife named Mateo,” Hunter explained. “You and Zed are going to track down this asshole’s girlfriend, and Dalton will check out a guy named Rafael.”

Everyone nodded.

***

Hunter was pissed. LL was thirty-six hours past his allotted time to get him information on Mateo, and he fucking wanted the bastard under his boot. He headed over to the auto body shop in the heart of Las Nuevas Espadas territory. It took him a whole thirty seconds to unlock the padlock on the gate. Seriously, they needed to get something that couldn’t be undone with a soda can.

“Tex, all you had to do was knock,” Martin said as Hunter pushed his bike up to the car bay door.

“Wasn’t in the mood.”

“And here I thought we were friends since I took the heat for you and got the little broodmare to the hospital.”

Hunter shoved his bike into the big man, so the front tire hit him right in the crotch, pinning him to the wall of the building. Martin didn’t make a sound. If he wasn’t so pissed, Hunter might have admired it.

“Care to repeat that Tex?”

“I didn’t know she was important to you,” Martin wheezed.

“Let him go, Hunter,” LL said softly. Hunter looked up and saw LL staring at him.

“Thought I was going to get some information LL.”

A kid who looked like LL came running down the stairs holding a gun. LL looked over his shoulder. “Put that thing away, Lorenzo.”

“He’s got Martin. Who is he?”

“He’s a friend,” his father said. “Now put that away. Hunter, pull back the bike. Jesus, I’m surrounded by hotheads.”

Hunter backed up the bike, and Martin fell to the ground.