Page 39 of Property of Fire

This is my own doing, and because of it, I’ll lose Fire forever.

TWENTY-FIVE

FIRE

I getmy hands on Evelin, I’m going to tan her ass bright red, then chain her to my bed until I know for certain she’s not going to go against orders again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The call came while I was working on one of the blades. I just finished the first coating on the steel blade and was about to put it in the fire. The number was the one to the bar, so I figured my woman was calling me early, ready for me to pick her up. I didn’t think anything of it until Francie gave me the message that Evelin walked to Kinley’s and that she was to call if she hadn’t been back or heard from my woman.

It’s all I could do to keep my shit together. I told Pyro to get to the clubhouse, and have Heat and everyone else around ready to go. Shit was going down. By the time I got back to the clubhouse, parked the ATV, and ran around to the front, everyone was on their bikes, ready to roll out.

“Where to?” Heat shouts over the rumbling of bikes. His expression is tight, and he looks ready to commit murder at any second.

“Kinley’s,” I tell him, swinging a leg over my own bike. “Something’s goin’ down, and I’ve got a feeling it’s got to do with Holstein.”

Heat gives a curt nod and takes off. I’m right behind him.

I don’t give a shit we’re going to roll up to Kinley’s house loud as shit, giving away the fact we’re coming. If Holstein is there and he’s got my woman, I want him to know I’m coming for him . . . coming for my woman.

Rage burns inside me, and I’m ready to tear them all apart.

I don’t miss the flames licking at my fingers sparking. I should give a damn about it, but I don’t. All I care right about now is getting to Evelin and making sure she’s okay.

I never should have let her go to the bar without me. Why the fuck couldn’t she just stick to one simple promise? All she had to do was fuckin’ call me, and I’d have taken her to Kinley my damn self. Instead, she goes without calling ahead, telling her assistant manager to call me thirty minutes afterward.

Swear, she makes it out of this safely, she’s gonna learn the error of not thinking to call me first.

* * *

Pulling up in front of Kinley’s house, I barely get my kickstand down and the bike turned off before I hear Evelin’s screams from inside the house.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Jumping off the back of my bike, I rush past my brothers, them right on my heels, and up the front steps, throwing myself through the door and busting it open.

My eyes immediately find Evelin and see red. The bastard has her shoved against a wall, his head in her neck. She’s squirming and trying to get away from him, but he’s got her locked in.

“Let her go,” I command, moving toward him.

Two other men come out from other rooms, prowling in our direction.

Holstein lifts his head from Evelin’s neck, blood dripping down the side of his lip. “I think I’ll keep her as I intended.”

“You’re a dead man,” Heat snarls, stepping toward me.

Holstein smirks and tugs Evelin tighter to him. Her eyes come to mine, and I see the regret in them. She knows she fucked up by not listening to me.

“I’m more than just a dead man,” Holstein remarks and strokes the side of Evelin’s face. “You see, she’s mine and has been since I first saw her.”

“She’s not yours, motherfucker. Evelin will never be yours ‘cause she’s been mine a whole lot longer than since the first time you saw her. Now, let her go before I kill you.” I was going to kill him anyway, but he could think what he wanted.

“I think I’ll keep her right where I have her, thank you very much. We have a deal to discuss,” Holstein states, shifting his gaze to Heat.

“I’m not doing any deals with you,” Heat informs him with a deadly tone.

“You will once you learn that it’s not just your sister that will be turned, but her sweet friend, Kinley, has already been so. Isn’t that right, Zaff?”

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