Page 43 of War's Witch
“I know, but something doesn’t feel right.”
She needs you.
I jump, spinning around in my seat to see who the fuck just whispered in my ear. The men with me are frowning but Iignore them, pushing to my feet. My skin is crawling with the need to get moving, but I am not sure where.
Cleo.
Fuck, there it is again.
This time, I focus on the sound of the voice, my heart stopping for a beat in my chest.
Lilian.
She needs you.
Closing my eyes, I relish hearing her voice again, but also the warning snaps me back to reality and I move.
I snap my gaze to Racer and Savage. “I need to get to Cleo; something is wrong.”
“How the fuck do you know that? The prospect has not called it in. Brother, you need to fucking relax, man, have a smoke,” Forge calls, walking across the room to us, but I am already shaking my head.
“No. I am going to check on her.”
“I am going with him. If nothing is wrong, then no harm done with his freakout, but if Cleo does need us, we will be there to help and I get to fire a prospect,” Savage casually says.
Before I can speak, Rogue comes into the room like a man on a mission. His focused gaze lands on me, then moves to Racer and my gut twists, feeling that bad news is coming.
“We found them. Intel got in touch, and sent me information to look into here. My security software just pinged the fuckers close to Cleo’s house.”
“FUCK.” I run, my blood turning to ice in my veins.
We mount our bikes and with my blood pumping, adrenaline adding fuel to my already fried nerves, I ride.
Brothers stick together no matter what.
We may be with different clubs, but me claiming Cleo will solidify a union between the Three Kings MC and the Rugged Skulls MC.
My knuckles are white as I grip my handlebars, as we zip and dive between cars.
We arrive at Cleo’s house, the rumble of bikes filling the street, and some neighbors come out but say nothing.
A loud pained scream comes from inside of the house and I react, knowing that Savage, and Racer are right behind me.
I grip onto the doorframe, bringing my booted foot up, and kicking the door in. The frame splinters, and I growl seeing what I am greeted with.
A man covered in blood on the one side of his head has Cleo under him, her head pulled back with her hair tightly in his fist.
I make eye contact with her for a second before she passes out, then I fucking attack.
Storming across the room, I tackle the cunt off my woman. We wrestle on the floor, and the fucker lands some hits, but it does not deter me; I am killing this fucker tonight.
My body is on fire for revenge. He hurt my woman, so I will hurt him before I end his life.
He rolls and jumps to his feet, trying to gain an advantage over me. I am bigger than him, but this fucker is quicker. Blood covers his teeth as he smirks at me.
“She tasted so fucking good.”
“Fuck you.”
