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“What was what?”
She snorted. “You knowwhat. You. Him. Whatever you did to put the beast back on his leash.”
I shook my head and muttered, “No idea what you’re talking about,” then walked away.
Betty reached out and grabbed the drone controller from me. “Head on down. When you’re in position, we’ll follow. Come in from the front. I got the mic, so you’ll know when to breach.”
Tyler headed to the edge of the forest, an excited glint in her eyes. “Time to unleash hell.”
We filed in behind her and began our quarter-mile trek down to the mansion. Just before I lost sight of the vehicles, I glanced back to where Reaper stood, staring at me. I sent him a small nod, then followed my team through the woods.
I needed to go get my family back.
ChapterFifteen
REAPER
Wolf,Paul Bunyan, Dad, and I rode, with Betty driving expertly between us. She’d given us two instructions after Peyton and her team disappeared into the woods: let her take the lead when we got there. And stay out of her team’s way. Done and done. We might have had egos the size of Texas, but we weren’t morons. The women of Bridge City had far more experience with this type of thing than we did, and the only thing that mattered tonight was getting everyone out in one piece.
The road was long, the pavement cracked. We kept going until we hit the mansion, as if it could be called that. The place was big, sure. An oversized farmhouse style. What had once been painted white was now chipped and gray. Shutters hung on by a thread, and the bottom floor windows were boarded up.
We parked and climbed off our bikes in silence. Right on time, one of the double front doors opened. Corven stood there, and I realized how hard it was going to be to control myself.
His smile was slimy and victorious. Like he’d won. I couldn’t wait to see that look wiped from his face when he realized this wasn’t the triumph he’d expected.
“Welcome,” he called out and opened the other door. The unoiled hinges groaned loudly and then there was a cracking noise. Years in construction told me part of the door had just fallen off.
When we reached the porch, Corven turned around and walked inside, giving us no choice but to follow. There were men on the first floor, but we were moving too fast for me to get a good count. Three, maybe four, if the voices I heard were any indication.
I had no doubts that Betty, Peyton, and the others were capable of handling whatever it was they needed to.
But Hell’s Spawn lived by no laws. There were two kinds of motorcycle clubs. The kind of guys who liked Harleys and Indians, so they got together and rode on Sundays or some shit like that. That was about ninety-nine percent of riders.
The other one percent were like us. Like Hell’s Spawn. We earned our cuts, broke more laws than we followed, and lived for brotherhood and the open road.
Except Hell’s Spawn didn’t even have rules among themselves. No code, they just lived to cause havoc everywhere they went. Blood spilled and people died whenever they were involved. That was what worried me. What had me clocking every movement and doing my best to remember every face, just in case one of them got away unscathed.
We went up a set of stairs that I was surprised didn’t buckle under my weight. Corven led us into a room where three Hell’s Spawn members waited with smirks on their faces.
Midas, Boomerang, and Spade sat in chairs, their arms tied behind their backs. Midas’s shoulder was bloody, his face too pale. Boomerang and Spade were in better shape with only a few cuts and bruises.
They were alive. That was what mattered.
“You’re a hard woman to reach,” Corven said, focused completely on Betty.
“Not really. I just didn’t want to take your calls.”
“I’m going to let that disrespect slide. I’d like to propose a partnership of sorts.”
Betty rolled her eyes. Was she trying to poke the bear? Corven was barely sane on a good day.
“I’m sure you’ve heard about the twenty-million-dollar bounty on that rich guy’s wife and kid.” Corven paced in front of Midas, Boomerang, and Spade. “Twenty mill is a lot of scratch. Got me thinking.”
“You know how to do that?” she shot back, and I wanted to pull her aside and make sure she understood who she was dealing with. The man didn’t operate on all cylinders, and he could snap at any second.
He pointed at her, that oily smile appearing on his face again. “Good one.”
I balled my hands into fists, envisioning how it would feel to break them on Corven’s face. Damn good, I bet.
