Page 31 of Royal Sons MC

"ARE YOU SEEING WHATI'm seeing?" Traeger asked, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. There was no way he didn't just see two women scale their way down the side of the mansion. Well, it was small in the sense it wasn't a Kennedy-sized mansion. Fuck, this mission just became a little more complicated.

"The first girl looked like the one Keys gave us information on. I didn't recognize the other one. What do we do with her, boys?" Digger asked.

Traeger looked at the other man. "We grab 'em both and figure out what the fucks after."

They'd driven down with Digger and Coal, both men driving their cage vehicles. While the MC preferred their bikes when they went on a mission, they used what they needed, and a cage or a vehicle on four wheels was usually required. Digger drove the lead SUV, a tricked-out armored Escalade that fit eight, while Coal drove a van that could hold a dozen and housed a state-of-the-art computer system.

"Sounds solid to me," Duke agreed.

"My facial recognition program says one of the females is the sister of the fuck who took the girl we're here to rescue, which by the way, it appears she's helping our target escape," Keys explained through the speaker system of their vehicle, letting them in on what he'd found.

"We better move. I see movement on the upper floors. I think the fucks in question know their girl is missing." Traeger opened the door. His body moved before the last words left his mouth, blending into the waning night. There were a few things he was excellent at—fucking, shooting any weapon with accuracy, and blending into his surroundings. He knew how to find the shadows and become one with them, even at over six feet two. His rifle was always close in case he needed it, and he kept his ears open for any indication that the men from inside had come out while moving toward his targets. Thanks to Keys, they had already turned off all the alarms inside and out as a precaution in case the women inadvertently would've triggered one. None of them wanted to alert the fuckers inside or the cops of their presence if they could avoid it.

He and King moved like a team, both silent and deadly when needed, each taking a route toward the women that was sure to intercept wherever they planned to go before they had a chance to get there. King motioned for him to stay closer to the house while he moved farther ahead in case of trouble waiting in front of the women. From the intel they'd gotten on the drive down, there shouldn't be, but Traeger knew it only took a moment for shit to hit the fan. In cases of human trafficking, none of them liked to gamble with the lives of women or children, or in this case, a teen girl.

Floodlights began lighting up the front yard, making it nearly impossible for him to find his shadowy spots, but he didn't change his course, staying low, picking up his pace until he finally reached the two women at the same time as King. His arms came up and around the older of the two, his hand clamping over her mouth, silencing her scream. "Sssh, I'm not here to hurt you. Well, that is unless you are part of your brother's shit, then all bets are off," he growled.

Traeger held her slender body against his, feeling her instant surrender against his chest.

She shook in his arms for a moment, then relaxed as if all the fight left her.

"We need to move. Keys says there's movement inside and lots of it," King said, his deep voice barely above a whisper.

Both girls whimpered, but between them, neither could say anything.

"Your sister's looking for you. If you're a good girl, I'll have you back with her by sunrise," King assured the young girl.

Traeger's woman stiffened in his arms. "What's the matter? Are you upset we're taking away your money maker?" he asked, venom lacing his words.

The younger female in King's arms squirmed, trying to get away. "She saved me, you asshat," she muttered out between King's fingers.

Traeger raised his brows but didn't say a word. "We need to move. Did you get your target under control, Prez, or do you need some assistance?"

King raised one brow, his eyes, from what Traeger could see reflected from the moonlight, clearly telling him his friend and President of the Royal Sons would be paying him back for that remark. Traeger gave a low chuckle, figuring they'd both need to blow off some steam when they returned to the club unless they found another way to expend the pent-up energy. The woman he held moved against him, reminding him of another way he could blow off steam, a much more pleasurable way. However, fucking a woman who had clear ties to one of the largest drug cartels on the west coast, one that also dabbled in human trafficking, was a sure way to wind up dead or in jail. Neither option held much appeal.

"You two done playing? 'Cause you got about ten fuckers coming in hot right behind you. I can give you a distraction, but you're not gonna make it back to us the same way you went in. Find another way, and we'll meet you at plan B." Keys rattled off the coordinates for the rendezvous location. His fingers, which never seemed to stop tapping on a keyboard, were even louder through their earpieces.

The woman he held shook her head. Her fingers dug into his hands. "We can take my car. That's where we were heading before you so rudely dropped in on us."

Traeger grunted. "I'm supposed to trust you?"

"Hello, did you not find us shimmying out of a third-story window? If we were part of whatever you think we were, or rather I was, do you honestly think I'd have risked breaking my damn neck?" she asked, her whisper yell making him grin.

"We ain't got all night, Trigger. I'm leaning toward believing her since she technically broke herself and this one out. Besides, our options are limited. Let's roll, and if she's lying, we'll just shoot her." King shrugged.

The thought of shooting the sexy as fuck beauty didn't sit well with him, but he did agree with taking her ride. However, he and King abruptly stopped when they reached the garage, both men grunting curses at her ride. "A motherfucking convertible," Traeger muttered. "We'll be sitting fucking ducks in this thing."

"Let's go. We ain't got many other options unless you want to hotwire one of the other vehicles, but then again, they, too, might have a shut-off application added to it. Roll out, I'm driving," King announced.

"Fuck that, I'm driving," Traeger said, hopping into the driver's seat. "I've seen you drive a cage, and it ain't pretty. Let's roll," he announced, shoving his captive in the passenger seat while King and the younger girl hopped in the back. By now, every light in the house was on. Guards were moving around the grounds with their guns out. Traeger knew as soon as he started the vehicle, they'd have men with weapons lining the drive, ready to fire at them. "How likely is it that your brother will shoot you and your vehicle?" he asked the girl. Shit, he needed to get her name. "What do I call you?"

"Kailani, but my friends call me Lani," she said softly.

"Well, I'm Trigger, and I need to know one thing, Kailani. Is he gonna give a kill order or no?" he asked, not missing the way her back stiffened when he said her full name. Oh, he'd call her many things while he was balls-deep in her, but Lani wasn't one of them. He didn't do friends.

"I don't know. It depends if my brother thinks I helped Tiana escape or if I was unwillingly kidnapped along with her." She fidgeted with her hands in her lap, her sexy voice rolling over him, making his dick hard. Shit, he never reacted like he was with this woman unless they were both naked, and she had her lips wrapped around his dick.

"Well, which do you think he's gonna think happened?" Yeah, he was going to pretend she was innocent too. Maybe that would keep his dick on a leash, or not.

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