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I handed it to him, and he slipped it into place. “How does that feel? Good?”
I swallowed hard, tongue-tied, making Diesel clear his throat and excuse himself. “Yeah,” I answered finally. “That feels perfect.”
He gave my thigh a squeeze before rising back to his feet. “It suits you.”
I ran my hand over the grip. “Yeah. He’s a beaut.”
“He?”
“Oh yeah, definitely ahe. Jealous?”
“If you keep stroking it like that, I might be.”
I laughed, realizing there were several other Saints looking my way. Some appraised my new weapon with admiration, but most wore grave expressions. Especially the newest recruits.
“This is going to work, right?” I asked my guys, keeping my voice down.
Rook nodded. “Yeah, Ghost. It’ll work.”
There was no other option.
A tingle of apprehension raced down my spine watching the vet breathe into a paper bag near the front door as Diesel patted his shoulder. For a guy who treated some of the most gnarly wounds I’d ever seen, he was far less butch than I thought he’d be. I still hadn’t met him officially, but it was clear to anyone watching that this guy wasnothere of his own volition.
In his late thirties, he was built slim, with a whip of red hair that touched the tops of his ears and an overly pointed chin. He looked so out of place among all the beef and brawn surrounding us. But he wasn’t wrong to be afraid.
The Kings still outnumbered us two to one, and if they got so much as a whiff of our advance, there was a good chance most of the men here wouldn’t be coming home to their families.
But that was why we went over the plan a million fucking times.
Because ithadto work.
“Don’t worry about the vet,” Grey said, reading me wrong. I wasn’t worried about him. I fucking pitied him his complete and utter lack of balls. “He’ll be hanging at the back of the advance. Dies only wants him with us to treat the wounded on site. We lost too many men at the Docks that he could’ve saved if we got them to him faster.”
“I know,” I replied. “He won’t be armed, right?”
Rook shook his head. “Pffft, as if.”
That was good at least. A gun in those shaky hands was sure to cause a fucking catastrophe.
“We ready to roll out?” Corvus called to Diesel, adjusting the straps on his vest before visually checking mine. I gave him a pointed look.
“Five minutes,” Diesel shouted, and everyone on the lawn and driveway spread the word.
My blood buzzed with adrenaline and I blinked slow, shivering as a pool of it enveloped me in its warm embrace, making me tip my head back.
“Cool it, Ghost,” Rook said, hauling me back against him so I could feel the start of his erection through his jeans. “Or I’ll have no choice but to take you right here on this lawn in front of the whole crew.”
Was it bad that I was thinking about letting him do just that.
The others nearby looked at us like we were crazy, and they weren’t wrong. Where their faces were long and drawn or tight with worry, my dark prince and I smiled, thriving on the promise of violence.
The sound of a horn broke us apart, and I was about to cuss out whoever’d done it. They were going to wake the whole damn neighborhood with that noise and the last thing we needed was curious neighbors coming out onto their lawns.
But it wasn’t one of ours. Headlights flashed bright across the lawn as a truck I recognized pulled right up onto the grass in front of us, followed by three other cars that parked down the street.
A few Saints drew their weapons, but Grey lifted a hand. “Lower your weapons.”
Damien St. Vincent opened the door of his truck, standing on the kick bar to look out over the assembly, a bright smile spreading wide on his face as he found Diesel by the door. “Glad we caught you, Brother!”
