Page 133 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“Fuck,” Deuce says quietly, stubbing out his cigarette. “There’s security.”

Following the direction of his eyes, I see two uniformed men approaching.

“What’s going on here?”

“We’re just waiting for our old ladies to finish their shopping,” Dart tells him.

“Yeah, and we could be here all day.” Dusty gives an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

Faced with four men wearing cuts, and me, the security guys don’t look too sure of themselves. That’s probably why one says politely, “Keep the noise down, will you? We’re getting complaints.”

“Sure,” Dart agrees amicably, reaching into the truck and turning the music down just a notch.

We give mock salutes, then the security guys leave.

Shortly after, Kink gets out of the back, water dampening his chest. He glances around before beckoning us close and saying quietly. “Duke’s got a car stashed in the southern parking lot. I’ve texted the license plate to your phones.”

“Grit?”

Kink grins. “Bolt’s knocked him out again. He’s staying with him to make sure he doesn’t come round.”

Dart’s already checking his phone. “We’ll find it.” He looks at Dusty, Deuce and Blaze. “Party’s over, let’s move this on.”

Within moments, there’s a roar of engines, and the four bikers ride off.

“You wanna go with them?” Kink walks back around to the driver’s door.

That was my first instinct. I do, but I don’t. Something’s stopping me. “It might be a decoy.” I rub the bridge of my nose. “Duke might be keeping both options open.”

“He’ll know Grit’s gone radio silent by now,” Kink agrees, his intelligent eyes sharpening. “I’m with you, Brother. He might abort his Plan A, and return to Plan B. We’ll stay here and ensure all his options are covered.”

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