Journey (Soulless Kings MC: Marble Falls, TX #2)

29. Journey

CHAPTER 29

JOURNEY

We can patch him up and then send him straight to hell.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

I shift my gaze from the road to Poker and then follow his line of sight. Three bikers are riding toward us, and I recognize them instantly from earlier. Seething rage floods my system.

“What the hell are they doing here?”

“I’m guessing the same thing as us, but for very different reasons,” Ghost says.

“You two go handle them,” I order. “Fuckin’ kill ‘em. I’ll text Crow to send someone to clean up.”

They move to the center of the road, pull out their guns, aim, and fire. One by one, three bikers fall from their motorcycles to bleed out on the ground.

Easy peasy.

I glance around to make sure there’s no witnesses while they drag the corpses and bikes into the brush on the side of the street. Not much we can do about the blood, but at least there’s not dead bodies out in plain sight.

Two minutes later, and with a text sent to Crow, the transport vehicle comes into view. Ghost, Poker, and I move into their path and point our weapons. If we do this right, it should seem like a carjacking instead of a kidnapping. Of course, the masks covering our faces help, and we left our cuts at the clubhouse. We don’t care if we’re identified, but Addi does since she wants to keep her job.

As Addi explained, the driver pulls the van to the side of the road, and both he and the other guard get out. I guess that’s protocol in situations like this. Stupid as hell, if you ask me.

Ghost pulls zip-ties from his pocket as he walks toward them. “Put these on,” he demands, tossing them to the men.

“I assume there’s a third guard in the back,” I state.

“A guard and a very dangerous prisoner,” the driver confirms.

I can’t stop my grin from spreading. “Exactly what we’re counting on.”

Once they’re secure, Ghost and Poker move to the rear of the van to open the doors. I follow as I take deep breaths to center myself. I’m itching to put a bullet between Stone’s eyes, but I need him alive to find Wren.

“I don’t want no trouble,” the third guard says as soon as the doors open.

“Neither do we,” Poker states. “Go over there with your buddies.”

“Wait,” Ghost says and grabs the guy's arms to yank them behind his back and zip-tie his wrists. “Okay, now you can go.”

Stone strains against his restraints, but he’s trapped. There’s no way for him to get free without our help.

I pull my mask down so he knows exactly who he’s dealing with.

“You piece of shit,” Stone sneers. “Where are my men?”

“Oh, you mean the three asswipes who were supposed to spring you?” I taunt.

“Yeah.”

“They’re just over there,” I reply, nodding toward the bushes. “Dead, of course, but there nonetheless.”

“You’re gonna pay for this,” he threatens.

I jump into the back of the van and pistol whip him. “I don’t think so. You’re gonna tell me where your thugs are holding Wren, and then you’re gonna pay.”

“I ain’t telling you shit.”

Ghost pulls his trigger, hitting Stone in the kneecap with a bullet. “Sure about that, grandpa?”

To his credit, Stone doesn't scream or shout in pain. He starts to sweat, and swears under his breath, but for the most part, he’s quiet.

That won’t last.

“Where is she?” I demand, but he just shakes his head, so I shove my thumb into the bullet hole. “Tell me where she is,” I seethe.

A few more well-placed, non-fatal wounds, and I have the info I want.

“You two take him back to the clubhouse in this van and stash him in the Nightmare Room. I’m gonna go get Wren, and we’ll meet you there.” I hop out of the back as I bark orders. “Oh, and have Jackyl on standby in case she needs medical attention.”

“Want Jackyl to look this prick over?”

I shrug. “Sure, why not? We can patch him up and then send him straight to hell.”