Page 32 of Rogue

Rogue

“Do we have a lock on Benny yet?” I ask Tyrant as Havoc and Creed package up the dead fuckers’ cuts. We will burn them later.

“Nope,” he tells me as we work to drag the bodies up the stairs and out of the bunker.

Fucking men should have laid off the beer, or maybe hit the gym more often. Fat fucks making this shit harder. I probably should have stabbed them top side. We didn’t actually have them for information. There wasn’t anything they could give to help keep Michele safe. We know the threat and truthfully, they didn’t even know who they really were working for. Ghoul looked into it and the communication with them was all done via text messages on burner phones. From what he could sort, they didn’t know they got into bed with the sicario until after the job delivering the head was complete. By then it was too late to change anything.

They are dead, the whole lot of them here in Alabama. Even if it’s a pain in the ass to lug these three back up from the bunker. Luckily, none of us mind a free work out. As for their club as a whole, we’ll be making a trip to Tennessee for a sit down soon.Havoc has already been in touch with their President who seems to want anything but war with us. Too bad he didn’t think of that before letting his boys ride in down here.

No job is ever worth disrespecting another club when you aren’t looking for war. Just how we see it.

Another easy day, I tell myself. Even if it’s anything but easy, every day, every moment you survive, is easy compared to what is to come.

“Ghoul says last known stop for him was Huntsville. We know he’s close, but where he’s tucked down at is unclear. A man like him is seasoned at not being seen.” Tyrant explains what I already know.

“Hired guns are good at flying under the radar.” I say to no one in particular. “Hell, this whole thing doesn’t make sense.”

“Tell me about it,” Tyrant responds. “Most hitmen work alone.”

“Exactly, and they don’t send messages. They swoop in, take care of business, and then disappear. Why send messages to her and Giulia? Why go this far in the taunting to have a club swoop in if the goal is to end Michele?”

The more I talk through everything the more nothing adds up. While love and revenge can make a man do crazy things, she’s been here years. Why come for her now? Why risk getting caught by hiring outside guns? His profession is to end people, he doesn’t need the Demons to end Michele or even to deliver the message. Fred didn’t have to die.

While I don’t know of anyone in Benny’s line of work that have a problem with casualties, most sicarios don’t want added risks of additional bodies stacking up.

My phone goes off alerting me to the panic button on my alarm. No fucking way!

“Shit!” I yell taking off to my bike.

I don’t bother to look behind me.

I don’t have to.

Tyrant knows me well enough to know there is only one thing that would cause me to take off like this. I know within minutes the guys have gotten on their rides, called in the other brother’s and they are all taking my back.

It’s only moments before I hear the rumble of another bike behind me. Looking over my shoulder, Creed is first to reach me, with more not too far behind him.

At my house, I literally pace losing my mind. A body lays lifeless at the bottom of my front steps. The prospect took a bullet to the head. It was a quick end. He probably didn’t even know he was shot, it was simply he was alive and then he wasn’t.

Moving into the house, I find a blood trail. Following it, I find Kitty in my daughter’s room. Rushing to her, I see the gunshot wound on her back. Was she shot in the front and it’s a through and through or in her back? It’s important to stabilize her head and neck. Gently, I roll her over, she groans.

“Kitty, stay with me,” I tell her trying to access her injuries.

“Got shot, Rogue,” she tells me. “Pretended to be dead.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

“They took her,” she whispers, “can’t feel my legs. Getting dizzy,” she mutters as Creed enters the room.

“Shit, Kitty,” he says. “I’ll get a call in to doc.”

“She needs him to come here. She can’t move yet.” I explain.

“Cousin, Rogue. Call her cousin. Not feeling so good,” Kitty rambles going into shock.

Dammit, I need to get up with Giulia, but this woman literally took a bullet at my house, I can’t leave her either.

Henley comes in and drops down beside us on his knees. “Keep her head and neck stable. She is losing blood, but says she can’t feel her legs. Could be shock, could be nerve damage. Doc is on the way.”

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