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He pulled out his pack of smokes, reached for a cig, and lit the end, inhaling as he ticked his head at me. “Well, don’t take all day to fill me in.”
“Greg Sanders is an Elder in the Sect of Primordial Light. We know that part, but he sent other members into Nevada.”
“Shit,” Rael cursed.
“How do you know?”
“Because Heather remembers seeing the golden sword emblem on that sick fuck’s black robe. The one who took her.”
“Vinny Miller?”
I should have anticipated Grim would know his name. “Yeah.”
“Well, fuck. That’s not good news, Spook.”
“No. It’s not. Just like the fact that those fuckers showed up eight months ago and threatened her. Walked right into their fucking house while Macon, Jigsaw, and I slept. Scared the fuck out of her.”
That got a reaction. All of them looked agitated.
“What’s important is that they said they were giving her a year, pres. When they returned, they told her they were takin’ her or me. What do you think she offered?”
“Christ!” Grim bellowed.
“That’s why she’s been actin’ funny,” Mammoth guessed.
“Jigsaw is gonna lose his shit,” Rael added.
“Probably. We need a plan, pres. We’ve got less than four months to figure this shit out.”
Grim shook his head. “No. Less than that.”
I didn’t understand what he meant.
“About time you took the Devil’s Ride, Spook.”
“You’ve earned the patch, kid. Wraith put it up for a vote last night,” Mammoth revealed.
Wow.
“Get your ass on your bike. We’re ridin’ out,” Grim ordered.
Shocked, I stumbled outside as Grim, Rael, and Mammoth followed. I managed to plant my ass on the seat of my Harley before we formed a long line of Tonopah Bastards and rode out of The Crossroads. The wind whipped my hair around my face as I followed the men soon to be my brothers. A family without blood but a bond stronger than genetics could ever produce.
Laughter beside me snared my attention, and I caught two riders on either side of my bike. Jigsaw’s familiar face on the left. And to the right ...oh, fuck!
I swerved as I saw the ghostly, demonic visage of the biker next to me, barely managing to avoid a collision.
Macabre laughter left his lips as he sped up, speeding ahead of me. He whipped a quick turn and spun his bike, one booted foot dragging across the sand in a wide arc. He stopped in front of me, his bike facing mine.
I blinked, sure we would crash into one another, and I was going too fast to prevent it. I opened my mouth to warn Jigsaw when I noticed he wasn’t there. None of the Tonopah Bastards who had ridden out with me were. Just me and this freaky fucker in black leather.
He snickered, lifting off his helmet, and his entire fucking head went with it. What the fuck!?
I stumbled, falling to my ass as I realized I wasn’t sitting on my Harley. It vanished.
Did I fucking die???
Laughter shook the demon biker’s shoulders.
