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“Right now we don’t have time for your family drama, Honk. We have more pressing matters that you haven’t been present for that we need to deal with,” Reaper tells him before turning to me. “We’ll help save your friend. Or at least we’ll try to.”
“Thank you,” I murmur quietly as tears pool in the back of my eyes.
“All right, boys, let’s get to church. We have a plan to make. It’s all hands on deck,” Reaper tells everyone.
Everyone heads toward the chapel, and the clubhouse becomes eerily quiet. I walk over to the couch and sit down and take a deep breath.
And for the first time in a long time, I pray.
Please, God, make sure the club and Adalyn stay safe. Please put a stop to William Dansworth and the shift he has set in motion.
Hands down, this might be the stupidest thing I’ve done to date.
When we were making the plan on how to get Adalyn out, I thought the guys were joking when they said that Honk would be paired with me.
Sure, why not pair the two guys who are at odds with each other together? Makes sense, I think sarcastically to myself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Honk shift.
“Stop moving, or they’ll see us,” I say through clenched teeth.
We’re sitting outside waiting until it’s time to move. I’ll give Dansworth credit, he has guards surrounding the place. We’ve been monitoring the place for a while, and he has a habit of having his team switch it up when they least expect it. With no rhyme or reason. Which makes planning a rescue mission no help.
“Fuck this, I’m tired of waiting.”
“Wait, what?”
Honk jumps up and rushes toward the door.
“Goddammit,” I hiss as I scramble after him.
Harlee is going to kill me if something happens to her dad.
For an old man, he moves fast, and it takes me a minute to catch up with him. He’s got one dude in a headlock, taking him to the ground.
A guard comes up by his side with a blade in hand. Before he can stab Honk, I get in his way. He manages to slice me on the side right when I kick the front of his kneecap, making him fall to the ground.
The man opens his mouth to scream in pain but doesn’t get a chance when Honk grabs him by the head and twists. Snapping his neck.
“That’s going to piss my daughter off,” Honk mutters as he looks at my side.
“Yeah, I don’t think she’d be too happy if either of us died today, so how about we try to stay alive, huh?” I snap.
Honk ignores me and makes his way inside without a care in the world.
“I should put you on a leash,” I say under my breath as I trail behind him.
Once again, I have to save Honk’s ass when a dude comes up from behind him.
“Seriously, if you’re going to come marching in here like fucking Rambo, at least clear the room first. You have a gun, use it. This hand-to-hand shit isn’t necessary. You’re acting insane. I know you don’t care if you live or die, but some of us do.”
Honk scoffs. “Don’t pretend like you care. If I’m out of your way, you’ll have my daughter and the club. Don’t think I don’t know about you living in my home while I was gone, playing house with my daughter.”
“It wasn’t like that,” I grit out.
Honk spins on his heels and heads up the stairs. Cursing under my breath, I rush after him.
“I think Trigger said from thermal imagery that there was a heat signature in the room at the end of the hall on the left,” Honk mutters to himself.
