Page 81 of Jezebel's Liberation

As soon as I’m armed and have a gun in my hand, I make my way around to the back. When we were planning for this location, blueprints revealed two entrances: front and rear. The rear entrance opens into a hallway, and I’m hoping that it’ll allow me some element of surprise.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I whirl around at the familiar voice, lifting my Glock to point at Agent Bett’s face, but a sharp pain sears through my skull before I can squeeze the trigger.

“You’ll never get the best of me,” I hear him snarl as I fall to my knees.

I open my mouth to argue, but my vision blurs right before my world goes dark.

“Tie her down on the table.”

My heart beats wildly as I listen with bated breath through the coms that Demon and Jez are wearing. A sickening crunch echoes through my headphones, followed by a loud grunt.

“You fucking touch he?—”

Another thud cracks in my eardrums as I listen to the carnage on the other end of the line.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mark,” a deep voice says. “You and your little whore fucked with the wrong people. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist coming face-to-face with me and that you wouldn’t bring your little motorcycle club. You’re too embarrassed.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” Demon bellows.

“You and what army?” the man taunts. “There are ten of us and only two of you. I’d also like to point out that your girl over there is in no shape to help you.”

“Don’t fucking talk to him!” Jez screams.

Thank God, she’s okay… for now.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” the man says evilly.

“Diabla, what do we do?” Jinx asks hysterically.

“We need to call Phantom,” Loki cries.

“I’m going to reach out to Fort and Lock.” I fire up the program to hack into the club’s computers so I can send a message, knowing that Fort will see someone infiltrating his system.

Me: S.O.S

Fort: Who is this? Jez?

Me: Diabla, we have a problem.

Fort: What’d you little hackers do now?

Me: Not us, Demon and Jez.

Fort: What the fuck is going on?

My phone rings, and I hesitate for a brief moment when I see Soul’s name flash across the screen.

“Sou—”

“Where the fuck are my sister and Demon?” Soul yells into the phone.

“I don’t have time to explain.” I bring up the address of where Demon and Jez are being held and forward it to his phone.

“Make time,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I sent you the coordinates to their location,” I say. “Move your asses. From what I’m hearing, Jez is tied down on a table, and Demon is getting the shit kicked out of him. They’re seriously outnumbered.”

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