Page 93 of Fury
She grabs my wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. "You promised you wouldn't leave me."
"I'm coming back," I assure her, gently extracting myself from her grasp. "But I need to do this first. For both of us."
Tears fill her eyes, but she doesn't try to stop me again. Instead, she says, "Be careful. Please be careful."
"Always." I kiss her once more, memorizing the feel of her lips against mine. "I love you."
"I love you too."
I force myself to walk away, closing the door behind me. Zach is in the hallway, leaning against the wall.
"Well?" he asks, straightening.
"Golden Pines Motel in Riverdale. Room twelve. Four guards, rotating shifts." I check my watch. "Get everyone in the chapel. Five minutes."
Zach nods and disappears down the hallway. I turn to the prospect standing guard. "No one goes in that room except Xavier or Wilder. No one. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"If anything happens to her while I'm gone, your life is forfeit. That clear?"
The prospect swallows hard. "Crystal."
I head to the chapel, mind already mapping out a strategy. When I arrive, the room is filling quickly. Wilder and Trenton, Mason and Harlan, Cole and Torch, and more brothers filing in with grim determination on their faces.
"Listen up," I call once everyone's seated. "I've located Volkov. Golden Pines Motel in Riverdale, room twelve. Four guards, military-grade weapons. They're planning to move out tomorrow, which means we hit them today."
Wilder steps forward. "How reliable is your intel?"
"Rock solid. My contact has eyes on them right now." I move to the whiteboard, sketching a quick layout of the motel. "We go in hard and fast. Two teams—front and back. No survivors."
"What about Diane?" Mason asks.
"If it's her, we extract her. If she resists…" I let the implication hang in the air.
Wilder nods. "She made her choice when she set Livie up."
"What about the girls?" Trenton asks. "Livie, Cassandra, Tiana, they're still at risk if this goes sideways."
"Full lockdown," I reply. "No one leaves the compound until this is done. Torch, I want you coordinating security here. Six men, minimum, armed and alert."
Torch nods, already selecting his team.
"We roll in thirty minutes," I continue. "Full cuts. Full arsenal of weapons. This isn't just about taking out Volkov, it's about sending a message. No one touches what's ours and lives to tell the tale."
The room erupts in agreement, brothers moving with purpose as assignments are distributed. Wilder approaches me as the others file out.
"You sure about this?" he asks quietly. "These aren't local thugs we're dealing with here."
"I'm sure," I reply, checking my weapon. "Volkov made it personal when he put a gun to Livie's head. There's only one way this ends."
Wilder studies me for a moment, then nods. "Livie know you're going?"
"Yes." I holster my gun. "She's not happy about it, but she understands."
"She's stronger than all of us," he says with a small smile. "Always has been."
We walk out together, the weight of what we're about to do settling between us. This isn't a sanctioned club action; this is personal vengeance, plain and simple. The kind that could bring heat down on all of us if it goes wrong.
