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Defiant, I slowly got to my feet, applying pressure to my nose. Blood dripped through my fingers and onto my t-shirt. The sting from the hit made my eyes water.
“You’re coming with me,” he announced, reaching out to snag my arm.
I didn’t hesitate to react, lifting my knee to slam into his groin. His body turned, anticipating my attack. I missed.
Oh, fuck. Not good.
His fist connected with my lip, slamming me backward and into the mattress as I stumbled. Dazed, I couldn’t move.
“You try to come at me again, bitch, and I’ll fuck the fight out of you.”
I believed his threat. My lip throbbed along with my jaw. This biker had a hell of a punch.
“Get up and don’t make a fucking sound.”
I scrambled to my feet, applying pressure to my nose.
“Let’s go.”
THE COMPOUND WAS TOOfucking quiet. I got antsy when I felt the tension of my brothers building. Today, I felt coiled tight. Something wasn’t right. The wind swooped in from the west, blowing a foul stench through the air.
A bad omen.
The skin on the back of my neck prickled, and I sensed danger.
Deception.Betrayal.
My vision darkened, and I turned to the front of the compound, listening for any signs of trouble. An awareness of ill intent swept across the tall, wavy grass as I stopped to check the fence perimeter. Nothing seemed out of place.
Whispers rustled the leaves of the sequoia trees, desperate to reveal their secrets. I had a talent for hearing them, for discerning the forgotten voices of nature—the trees, the grass, the wind, and the lake that rippled with worry.
My boots crunched dry, brittle leaves as I headed back home, turning my attention to Henny’s window. Below it, our newest prospect usually kept vigil, but he wasn’t there when I arrived. Devil ordered him to stick to this end of the property. He should be standing here, cutting firewood.
Where did he go? The bathroom? To eat?
Why wouldn’t he ask someone to cover his post until he returned?
Fucking hell. That prospect was getting an ass-ripping when I found him.
The other prospects stood at their posts, remaining alert per Devil’s orders. Right now, he met with Raiden, Manic, and Reaper to get their input about our next move once we had our package. I already voiced my opinion.
We’d be leaving soon to join Amelia and finally pick up that envelope full of evidence with enough shit to expose that dirty motherfucker we’d been chasing down for months.
This would have been taken care of if not for Homer and his interference. The fat fucker used to be a part of that cult. He knew what happened as part of their rituals. And the sick fuck still withheld that information from us.
He only lived long enough for us to get what we needed. Once those names were back in our hands, he would die. I didn’t give a fuck. He touched kids so he’d face wrath and justice.
I walked back inside The Roost, unease rippling along my spine. Urgency flooded my body with adrenaline.
The prickling awareness of danger ghosted across my thoughts a few seconds before two assholes in dark suits jumped in front of me. I ducked as the first took a swing at my jaw, ramming my fist into his side. He bent over, gasping for air as the second pulled his gun, firing off a shot that splintered the wood behind me before I managed to plow into him, knocking us to the ground.
The struggle didn’t last long.
From the corner of my eye, I caught the gray blur of a wolf. Seconds later, the dark emergence of a dozen crows, cawing as they attacked, ripping into flesh with their sharp claws.
Worried about Henny, I shoved to my feet, running down the hall toward the guest room. The door stood ajar as I rushed inside, scanning the interior with a shout of fury. Blood dripped onto the carpet in several spots, and I knew it belonged to her.
Fuck!
