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“Like what?” he whispered.
“Amazing.”
He laughed, his whiskers tickling my belly. “This is just the start of us, baby. It’s only going to get better from here.”
We would need to have a serious conversation about what was happening between us. Sooner rather than later if we kept this up. Sometime when my brain wasn’t muddled by the mind-blowing orgasms he’d just given me.
10
BLADE
Ashort, sharp rap on my door woke me the following morning, and I glanced down at Elise, who was sprawled across me. She hadn’t stirred, and a smug grin curved my lips. Probably because I’d worn her the fuck out the night before.
I glanced at my cell on the nightstand and frowned when I saw it was just before five. Careful to disturb her as little as possible, I slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. After making sure that Elise was completely covered even though the visitor wouldn’t be able to see the bed unless they came into the room, I padded over to answer the door.
Deviant waited in the hall. “Figured you wouldn't see a text for a while, so Prez sent me to let you know we got a location from the mechanic. He’s holed up in a stash house in Dentin.”
After Elise and I had returned to my room, I’d received a text from Mav letting me know they were ready to interrogate Ned. I’d taken one look at my woman all snuggled up in my bed, naked and smiling at me with invitation, and replied that I was busy. But he knew I would want to be there when they went after the dealer.
“Ready in ten,” I told Deviant before going back into my room and quietly shutting the door. I dragged on jeans and a T-shirt, then shrugged on my leather jacket and laced up a pair of motorcycle boots. Then I went to my closet and retrieved my gun safe and holster. We had an armory that belonged to the club—made legal by having them registered to a gun range we owned—but most of us had a personal firearm, and my CZ 75B was like an extension of my arm. After loading and holstering the gun, I returned the case to the top of my closet.
Once I was ready, I gently kissed Elise until she stirred and blinked her pretty eyes as she smiled sleepily up at me. “I have to go, baby. Club business. But I shouldn’t be long.”
Her pouty lips turned down, and she raised onto her elbows. “Nothing dangerous, right?”
“Not for me,” I answered honestly. We were going to a rough area, but no one would mess with an Iron Rogue, let alone five.
“Okay,” she replied softly. “Still…be careful.”
“Always. Go back to sleep, baby.”
I kissed her one more time, then grabbed my keys from the dresser and shoved them in my pocket as I left the room. Fox, Maverick, and Whiskey waited for me on their hogs when I reached the lot where I’d left my bike. Deviant idled in a dark van a few feet away.
“You let Storm know?” I asked Fox as I swung my leg over my motorcycle.
He nodded. “Shit hit the fan—pretty much what we expected. He wasn’t happy about it, but he knows he has to let us handle this shit.”
“Let’s ride.” I put on my helmet and started my engine, then followed my brothers to an execution.
We didn’t bother approachingthe stash house quietly or parking our rides in a “safe” area. The Iron Rogues were known and feared around here. People had learned the hard way not to cross us. And as long as we didn’t flaunt our activities, the local law enforcement often glanced the other way. Particularly when we were doling out justice, like today. And the police rarely ventured into this area anyway unless they were specifically called, which didn’t happen often since the residents were criminals or drug users. No one wanted to bring attention to themselves and risk being busted.
Since it was the dead of winter, the sky was still fully dark this early in the morning. Which would make it easier to approach without spooking our prey. Once I dismounted, I unsnapped my holster for easier access to my gun. The others did the same or chose to tuck their piece into the waist of their pants.
“Ned told us that this lowlife had four other deals going down that night,” Whiskey murmured. “When he chased Elise, he basically stood his customers up, and word got out that he was unreliable. He’s been crashing here while he tries to gain more clients so he can pay back his supplier.”
My lips twisted in disgust as I thought about this asshole and the damage he’d done to countless lives. The dealer’s rap sheet had included several drug busts, but he’d also been charged with murder. However, the charges were dropped since the body had mysteriously disappeared. The cops had also picked him up for suspicion in several other deaths, but he’d never been charged for those. They would probably breathe a sigh of relief when they found this fucker dead…and he would be found. Because we intended to send a very clear message.
There was an alley behind the dilapidated old house, and Deviant parked the van on the street at the end of it. We approached the house that way, coming up to the back porch where a couple of guys were passed out and a hooker smoking off to the side of the steps. She started to smile, but when she caught sight of our patches, she sighed and stomped away.
“Blade and I will go in and smoke him out,” Fox decided. “Whiskey, cover the front. Mav, stay here at the back. If he comes running out, restrain him, gag him, get him in the van, and meet back at The Room.”
He was referring to a small building that sat at a spot on our property that was the farthest from any of the businesses, homes, and clubhouse. From the outside, it looked like a boring cinderblock building, easily overlooked. But on the inside, it was very, very different. We called it “The Room” because the name was as dismissive as its exterior. The interior had four rooms, a lounging area of sorts, a cell, an interrogation hold, and a space that had a cache of tools that might be needed to aid us in gaining what we wanted.
It was most often used as a place for interrogation, but in some cases, we already had the information we needed. Then we used The Room for our particular brand of justice. Tonight, this motherfucker was gonna face his maker in that room. But not before I made him wish he’d never been born.
Deviant had sent everyone a picture of the asshole we were hunting, and I glanced at it one more time before tucking away my phone and pulling out my gun. It was dark, and the guy could be blitzed, making him look bloated or more haggard than usual, so we wanted to be sure we recognized certain features. Luckily, Grey—a world-class hacker who also happened to be a Silver Saint—had obtained security footage from a bodega up the street just before midnight. So there was a good chance the dealer still wore the same clothes.
I followed Fox into the house, stepping over bodies, presumably live ones…but you never knew in places like this. A few people stirred, but they were too fucked up to give a shit who we were and what we were doing there, as long as we weren’t cops. Even then, I doubted many of them were capable of running.
