Page 67 of Royal Sons MC

"Nah, I think we're good." Coal tapped the steering wheel. "That was a real classy neighborhood. Lots of cameras and shit."

King and Traeger had gone in wearing all black, covering their heads and faces just in case cameras captured them. Like Keys' system could, they assumed everyone would have facial recognition equipment. "Do you think more than the one home was involved in the operation?" King hadn't thought about it at the time.

Coal raised his shoulders in a shrug. "Traffickers are sick fuckers. I think they realize what kind of big business it is and like to migrate together."

King rubbed his hand down his jaw, feeling the whiskers scrape his palm. "I'll get Digger and Keys on it. We'll see if Tiana saw any others at the house she was at once we get her reunited with her sister."

He noticed his friend's lips twitching, but being the intelligent man he was, he didn't say a word. "You think I should ask her now?"

"Not saying a word, Prez." Coal shook his head, holding his hand up.

"I didn't see anyone else while I was there," Tiana said from the backseat, startling them both. Her voice shook a little.

King turned around and looked at the young girl. "I'm Sorry, Little Bit. How are you feeling?"

Tiana smiled, showing a hint of the young teen she was. "Thanks. I mean for everything. You can ask me whatever you need if it helps stop them from taking another girl." Her words died off. King wanted to slay every motherfucker that had dared to touch her.

Real fear reflected on her face in the car's dim lights. Yes, he wanted to ask her questions, but at the same time, he wanted her to have the comfort of her sister before he did. "It can wait 'til we get to the clubhouse. Besides, your sister will have my nuts if she's not there to hear it, too. You don't need to rehash the same shit twice." He kept an iron grip on his temper, barely leashing the urge to call one of the prospects to meet him with his bike so he could go back and mete out justice.

"Are you going to call the cops?" Her words cracked. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

King reached back, wiping it away. "Little Bit, we'll make all decisions once we're back on my turf. Until then, you relax and know ain't nobody gonna hurt you. They gotta go through me and my brothers. Trust me, we're a whole lot meaner than any cops on their best days." Which was true because they had a code they lived by, some ethical, some not. The club were brothers, and they came before anything else. Once you were one of them, you were protected at all costs. If you were a member and didn't show loyalty, you'd be stripped of your patch, and no true brother wanted that. Ayesha and Tiana were under their protection for now.

King snorted at his thoughts, a deep sense they would be a part of their world for much longer than any of them had anticipated.

They continued the drive in relative silence, with King and Coal watching for anything suspicious behind them.

It was late when they pulled into the long drive to the clubhouse. King made sure Duke had let everyone know they were closed for the night, which meant no brothers, save for a few, were around. Those were the ones who were watching his back.

Coal drove straight to the clubhouse, bypassing his home. Several bikes were parked there, his included. "You ready to see your sister?" he asked Tiana.

The young girl sat up straight. Her disheveled hair was hurriedly pulled back into a ponytail. "Yes," she exclaimed.

"Let's go then." He shoved open his door, opening hers next. Before he could be a gentleman and help her out, she was hopping down and running toward Ayesha.

King turned toward the clubhouse door in time to see the sexy little woman he'd been fantasizing about since she'd first invaded the Royal Sons sanctuary open the door. Her cry of happiness eclipsed Tiana's. As they parked, the little fireball ran toward the car, tears on her cheeks as she waited for Tiana to get out. A grin tipped his lips while he watched the two women embrace, their joy of being reunited filling him with contentment.

"You'd think they'd been separated for months instead of the short time they were," Duke said, standing beside him. His brother folded his arms, leaning back on the car while they watched the two women embrace.

"How'd things go while I was gone?" he asked, sensing his brother had a story for him.

Duke sighed, looking toward the sky before answering. King's nerves began to stretch, worry for Ayesha and what might've happened while he'd been gone filling him. "Brother, you'd best spit it out before I go apeshit on your ass."

"Well, you see. Mack thought she should test Ayesha's merit." Duke held his hands up as King growled. "Now, before you get pissed, let me say your girl definitely handed Mack her ass and gave back even more than Mack anticipated. Hell, more than I'd have thought she could if you want to know the truth. If you plan to be with her, you can't do shit about it. You know, that's how it goes around here. But, if all you plan is to fuck her and let her go, well, by all means, go give Mack an ass chewing." Duke uncrossed his arms from his chest, straightened up, and moved away.

King looked to where Ayesha and Tiana stood, both women laughing and crying. "That little bit kicked Mack's ass?"

Gravel crunched next to them as Keys stepped up next to them. "Oh fuck yeah. It was a thing of beauty watching Rocky take Mack down a peg or two. I mean, I like Mack, don't get me wrong, but it was high time someone put her in her place."

"Who all watched this go down?" King asked, staring at Ayesha, trying to see her hitting another woman.

Keys shrugged. "Only Duke and me, but I got it on video. We could do a pay-per-view night if you'd like?"

Duke laughed, lifting his hand up. He and Keys slapped palms. "That would be fucking cool as shit, man."

"Fuckers," King muttered, but a smile broke free. "I'm going to check on Ayesha and her sister. By the way, there will be no pay-per-view when it comes to my woman, ever," he warned. However, he wouldn't mind seeing the video. Hell, he wouldn't mind making a video of his own, only he'd be the one holding the camera while Ayesha was the star. Shit, he needed to stop thinking along those lines, or the little sister they just rescued would be getting an eye full of his hard-on, which he was sure she didn't need to be seeing.

As King walked away, he heard the two men muttering about him being a spoiled sport.

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