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“No, but Reed is having fun with him while we speak, getting information out of him.” Lawson smirks.
“I know where to find him,” I whisper, swallowing back the bile burning in my throat.
“Where?” Speed’s arms tighten around me.
“Shreveport,” I answer. “He has a home there that he likes to stay at more often than the others.”
“Thank you, babycakes.” Speed presses his lips to mine and kisses me gently.
“Now that we know a location, I'm done waiting, we’re taking the fight to him. Time to kill the bastard once and for all.”
My breath catches as Chains’s words sink in. They’re going after Perrin. Fear threatens to overwhelm me, but Tiny told me yesterday to trust these men. They know what they’re doing. So, I’m choosing to trust rather than fear them.
They can do this, and Speed will come back to me. It’ll all be over, but I’ll have him, and I can finally move on with my life and ride free without looking over my shoulder in fear of Perrin coming after me.
I refuse to think of anything else happening. Or the possibility of Perrin winning.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
SPEED
I didn’t want to leave Lily at the clubhouse after church, not with so much going through her mind. But this shit is serious, if not deadly. Perrin’s time is up. It’s one thing with what he’s trying, but what my woman told us all, yeah, the fucker is going to die.
So much bullshit has been going on, it’s time to end this shit once and for all.
Hell, it should have been dealt with long before now, but we needed all the pieces and now we’ve got them. Granted, those puzzle pieces came with the price of Lily having to think about the past, be questioned, and reveal more truths than she wanted to show. Not that she actually knew what she was revealing in the first place.
It was fucked up to put her through, but we got what we needed. Even more so, we know what Perrin is capable of. I figured he was a coward and would try to take us on himself. Fuck, he’d use a drug that would kill us all without him getting near shows just how cowardly he really is. He’ll hide behind his men, a cunt of a lawyer, and everyone else he can use to do his bidding.
Chains declared before leaving the clubhouse, we were all on bikes. Perrin was going to know who was coming for him. No sneaking. If the bastard tries to run, then we’ll catch him, together as a club. Perrin fucked us all over with his games. Doesn’t matter who we went up against, we all know it. He’s the top of the Supreme Masters fuckers, and it’s time to take them down.
What I still want to find out is about this Ezra Pennington fucker Lynch killed and why Perrin would think he was still alive. There’s no way Lynch would lie about something like that. It’s not who he is. He’s not a liar, but he also doesn’t keep shit like this from us. Then again, he kept the fact he was married to a fine-ass woman hidden.
Guess when this is all over, he’s got a lot of explaining to do.
For now, the focus is on taking out Perrin. Once that’s done, it’s time to get back to my woman and see to it that she’s in a good head space.
* * *
We cut a five-hour trip down to four and a half hours, stopping only to fill up once. By the time we pull up to the mansion Fuse got the address for, I’m more than ready to make the miserable fucker pay. I’ve had plenty of time to think about all the things he’d done to Lily for more than half her life. On top of that, for me having to leave her alone to come after his sorry ass.
Kicking the kickstand down, I swing a leg over and climb off my bike. I roll my neck side to side, feeling it pop from the tension of what’s to come along with the ride here.
“Let’s get this done, and then we’re burning this place to the ground,” Chains commands. “Torch, you got your kit?”
“Got it, Prez,” he answers, giving a chin lift.
“Good, let’s do it.”
We all split into two groups, some going to the back and others through the front. Men come through the front doors, guns aimed our way.
The night is filled with gunfire and the sounds of men either being shot or dying. The noises are thrilling and fuel me on. Burning pain sears my arm, and I ignore it as I head into the house.
I’m not surprised to find the man of the hour sitting in a high-back lounger, a glass in hand resting on his leg. He looks . . .
“Fuck me, he’s dead,” I snarl, stepping closer to the man to find him stiff as a board, eyes open, glazed over.
“The fuck happened here?” Chains growls.
