Page 28 of Royal Sons MC

She nearly launched herself out of the hiding spot at Grecco's words, knowing his help would come in the form of him helping himself to young Tiana's body. That sadistic prick would have to step over her dead body to get to another girl while she was in the house.

"I think I can handle this one. For now." Rico laughed. His lips touched Tiana's temple as he murmured something she couldn't hear, and then their footsteps became quieter the farther they went into the house.

"How long you think he'll keep that one to himself?" Thomason asked.

Kailani wanted all the men with her brother to choke on their cocks, after she removed them from their bodies with a rusty knife, but Thomason especially.

"Screw you, Thomason, you get last this time," Grecco muttered.

Whatever the other men said, she couldn't catch, thankfully, since she was sure they were talking about the past atrocities they'd done to the women her brother tricked into going with him. Her father was an evil man who sold drugs and guns, but he hadn't dabbled in humans until the last ten years. Her mother being brutally killed changed her father and their family in many ways. Even then, she didn't think he knew what her brother and the others did. A tear fell from her eye before she could pull the memory back of her mama and put that time into the box where she kept all the bad things that had happened in her life. Soon, she would need to create a new box as that one was overfull. A laugh nearly slipped out, but she slapped her hand over her mouth, hysteria at her situation becoming more common each day. Her biggest fear was waking up and no longer fighting.

Once she was sure the coast was clear, she eased out of the hiding spot, placing the grate back over the hole. With a glance around, she made her way up the stairs, being sure to skip over the ones she knew squeaked, heading toward her bedroom. She cursed that her room was on the opposite side of the estate from where Rico would be taking the girl. She needed to grab her go bag. The one she'd packed several months back and hoped to hell she could get herself and Tiana out without notice.

TRAEGER MET THE STAREof his club President as King paced the clubhouse. "Brother, you're gonna wear a hole in the floorboards if you don't chill."

All the time he'd known King Royal, he'd never seen him so agitated. "That woman," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. King glanced back toward his home, which sat toward the front of the property.

The woman in question was a feisty little thing named Ayesha, who'd shown up just as King had learned his little brother Luke, who had committed suicide not too long ago, had done so because he feared King and his other brother, Duke, Luke's twin, wouldn't accept the fact he was gay. The news would've rocked anyone, but the two brothers hadn't had time to do much thinking. Ayesha—King found himself with a woman who was another bombshell dropped in his lap who had their Prez's cock in a constant twist.

Of course, Traeger wouldn't open his mouth and lose a tooth or two. Nope, his job was to enforce the club's rules and back up his President and Duke. And, if it were called for, he'd lend an ear. "What did Duke find out?" he asked. King had let the woman leave after interrogating her for a few hours but had her followed by a couple of club members, Duke being one of them. Traeger stayed behind to watch King's back.

"Between Keys and Duke, we have a good idea of who has her sister. Now, I need to go see Ayesha and get her to agree to stay the fuck out of it and let us handle what's about to go down."

Traeger wanted to laugh, but again, he liked his teeth. Thank you very much. Instead, he nodded, waiting to hear what King wanted from him. When the silence stretched, he still did what he did best and waited. As an ex-Navy SEAL, he could wait a long damn time.

A heavy sigh escaped King, and then he turned with a frown. "Let's go. I'm going to need you and your skill set, brother. I think shit's going to go sideways, and when it does, I'm probably going to need a good shot." King turned and headed for the door, knowing Traeger had his back.

Well fuck, his skills weren't just riding his custom Harley and drinking beer. He was an expert with just about any weapon that shot bullets or had a sharp edge, but he could also end a person's life with his hands or feet. Of course, King knew this. "Shit, P, am I gonna need some gloves for this one?"

King looked over his shoulder, a grim look on his harsh face, nodding. "I think we all might," he said.

Traeger took a deep breath. "I'll meet you at your place in twenty." He didn't wait for an acknowledgment of his statement. If shit was going down that might or might not cost his life, he had a few things he needed to set in motion, mainly getting shit organized just in case.

Twenty minutes later, he was sitting on his Harley outside King's place, his black jeans and black shirt topped with a black leather jacket and chaps, his cut laying over his lap. "Are we going in with our colors or no?" he asked King.

The other man stood on his porch, wearing similar clothes, his cut slung over his shoulder. "Put it in your saddle bag. This shit is liable to go south on us."

The sound of several other bikes pulling in had him eyeing the road where he could see his brothers rolling up. "What about your girl?" he asked King.

"I don't have a girl. Let's ride, boys." King swung his leg over his Harley, motioning for the others to follow him.

They rode in silence until they reached the outskirts of town, about an hour from their club, each member of the Royal Sons trusting King. They pulled into a storage center, the sun not yet up, waiting for the gate to open. Traeger sat at the back with Thrill, their bikes rumbling beneath them. "Do you feel uneasy, Trigger?" Thrill asked.

The guys always asked him the same thing before they went on a mission, thinking he had some sixth sense. Sure, he did have a certain feeling if things weren't quite right, which had saved his ass on more than one occasion, and yes, the others if he was honest. He looked around, thinking about what they would do, and focused on what was coming. When nothing made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, he shook his head. "Nope, all's good, man."

Thrill nodded, his bike easing forward with the others. Traeger waited another minute, making sure nobody had followed them before going through, his bike the last to enter. The gate locked with a loud snick, and then, with a flick, he killed his engine, letting the silence swallow up the night. The other bikes continued through the maze of storage units while staying back alone. One of the things he learned while in the Navy was that if you just waited, and there were not a lot of men or women who had the nerve just to let shit be, you'd come out with a lot of rewards. Traeger was a man who could take his time, which made him one of Uncle Sam's best trained. The telltale sounds of a vehicle moving with no lights accompanying it made him ease off the bike and roll to the ground smoothly as his hand reached for his night-vision binoculars. The license plate became visible when the vehicle continued passing, making memorizing the number easy.

He didn't get up until he was sure they hadn't circled back or sent a man back on foot. King would've done that if they'd been doing a little recon. Pressing on his watch, he waited for Keys to answer, loving, and hating technology.

"Whatcha need, Trigger?" Keys asked.

"Activate the alarms around the storage facility. We may have some visitors." He didn't say anymore. He didn't need the tech expert of the MC to do his thing.

Traeger got up, but instead of starting his bike, he rolled it toward the units his brothers were at, not wanting to give away their location just in case shit went down. He scanned the roofs, taking in which would be the best spot in case he needed to jump up on one of them to take someone out. Traeger was always thinking of shooting, which might sound a little killer-like. It was an asset or a curse; some days, he wasn't sure which way it would be. It was why Traeger didn't get along with many people and didn't sleep with a woman all night. Hell, it was why he couldn't deal with his family. He'd killed too many and still had nightmares when he closed his eyes. Go to counseling, he'd been told. Yeah, his counseling was joining King, his brother Duke, and the other MC brothers. Best motherfucking counseling he'd ever found.

By the time he rolled his Harley to the units the MC were in, they'd already loaded up as if they were going to war, a notion he was familiar with. Some might say it was the last thing he should do, what with the whole PTSD and shit, but Traeger wasn't on board with that. After one of their so-called missions, he actually slept the night away without waking in a cold sweat.

"See anything?" Duke asked, his hands expertly loading a semi-automatic.

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