Page 115 of Kings Fear No One
This could be the rest of my life. Every morning and night like this, with this woman I don’t deserve in my bed.
The question is, can I let myself experience something so good? Can I stop being the miserable, angry asshole long enough to give her what she needs?
“Logan,” Teysha murmurs almost sleepily. Her eyes twinkle looking up at me. “Why are you staring like that?”
“Nothing,” I answer. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“The future.”
The twinkle in her eye brightens even more. “Us?”
“Yeah. Us. I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.”
I lean forward and kiss her brow, stroking her cheek then pulling her closer. It’s not long before we slip off to sleep and I’m left dreaming about the same things.
Us.
And our future together.
“We’re on high alert,” Silver says the next morning in the club office. He’s called the rest of us higher ranking members in for a meeting. Folding his arms across his chest, he leans back against the edge of the desk, his expression solemn. “Last night, Tito saw some guys in a Camaro a block down from the saloon, watching us.”
“Probably plotting their next move,” Cash says.
Mace nods from where he stands beside his best friend. “The question is, what would that be?”
“Likely revenge, hermano,” answers Tito. “They’re out for blood.”
“Ozzie and I did what we had to do,” I say unapologetically. My scowl matches my tone. “They had Teysha, and they weren’t gonna give her back.”
“We understand why you did what you did, Ghost,” says Silver. “You did what any of us would’ve done for one of our own. Let alone your wife. But we know what it means.”
“Retaliation,” pipes up Ozzie.
Silver releases a sigh, then stands up straighter. “That’s right. We need to be prepared for anything they might pull.”
“But I don’t understand,” Tito says, “why would they be working with the cult you were taken by, Ghost?”
I take my time providing an answer. I’m thinking on what I know about the cartel and the pieces of shit who took me and Teysha captive. After suffering at their hands for years, the reason doesn’t even matter. Revenge is the only thing on the menu.
“Simple,” I answer finally. “Money. The Barreras are in the flesh trade. The Chosen Saints needed flesh.”
“The Barreras weren’t in the area when you had your accident. It was Madrigal.”
“Who says they’re not one and the same? What do we know about Miguel Barrera and his background?”
My question leads to a beat of silence among the others. Mace and Cash exchange looks while Tito’s brow creases in thought. Silver remains where he is, studying me under his dark gaze; the sunlight that pours in from the window makes his shock of whitish gray hair stand out even more than usual.
“We’ll get to the bottom of it,” he replies finally. “But ’til then, high alert.”
“Then no use for the parties we’re throwing. Not when we’ve got real shit going down,” Mace says.
Cash raises a brow, his face relaxing in humor. “Your bachelor party? We’re not letting you off that easily.”
“Cash is right. We’re getting you shitfaced by the end of the night. And remaining on high alert. We can multitask.”
