Page 28 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
His voice lowered. “You still haven’t answered my—”
I clapped my hand over his mouth before chastising him with my eyes. Then, I took his hand and dragged him into the nearest room. I knew that if something happened to him in my presence, Tara would blame me for it. And I didn’t want that on my conscience. I didn’t like the son of a bitch for what he was doing, but that didn’t mean he deserved to die.
Then, I heard the voice I expected to hear when I saw those bike tracks outside.
“Search every room. I know they’re here,” Skeleton said.
“Who’s that?” Chains whispered.
I continued the trend. “Skeleton. He’s the boss.”
“Do you have any evidence connecting them to the trafficking ring?”
I shrugged. “None that’s admissible in court.”
He rolled his eyes. “Great.”
Skeleton started taunting us. “Come out, come out, wherever you aaaare. Daddy’s got some caaaaaandy.”
Chains wrinkled his nose. “Ew.”
Welcome to the fold, asswipe.
“Hiding really isn’t going to be any use to you guys,” Skeleton said.
Chains shook his head. “I really wanna put a bullet in this guy’s head.”
I grinned. “You and me both.”
Skeleton’s footsteps fell down our hallway. “It’s a pity, though, knowing we’ll have to coat this place in blood. This place served us well when we were here. Pity.”
“Just keep talking,” Chains whispered softly.
Skeleton grew closer. “See, so many people think I’m an idiot. Just some dumb guy plucking up women and selling them off to the highest bidder. It takes a genius to make it all work in tandem, though. The drugs. The women. The locations. Washing the money. It really is a process.”
Chains shook his head. “This is golden.”
I peeked over at him. “It’s our death sentence. He wouldn’t be saying any of this if he intended to leave us alive. The hell kind of Fed are you?”
He narrowed his eyes. “A trained one.”
Skeleton’s voice appeared just beyond the door. “You know I can hear you whispering, right?”
Before we had a chance to react, the door burst open and slammed directly into my face. Something warm trickled down my lips as I cried out in pain, holding my nose with my hand. God damn it, I knew it was broken. But I couldn't see straight with the tears rising up in my eyes.
“Chains?” I murmured.
“Come here,” a voice growled.
Punched were thrown and cursing filling the corners of the room as I fought off the man trying to hold me hostage. I whipped around and broke his nose as recompense for my own, then I searched the room for Chains. I didn’t see him, though.
However, there was more tussling in the hallway.
“Chains!” I exclaimed.
“Run, Sly! Run!” he roared.
With my gun in my hand, I plucked the other gun off the guy with the broken nose that was knocked out cold on the floor. Then, with both guns in front of me, I eased my way down the hallway. Boots scuffled along the floor as groans and gasps for air filled my ears. They weren’t trying to take me. They were trying to take Chains.
Which meant they knew a hell of a lot more than we thought.
“Chains!” I bellowed.
“You’re coming with me,” someone growled.
I turned around without a second thought and pumped three rounds into the chest of the asshole behind me. And after he dropped like a sack of potatoes, a door slammed in the distance. I took off running, knowing damn good and well that I needed to return with Chains.
But when I burst out the back door, a bike struck up in the front yard.
“It was a fucking distraction,” I hissed.
As quickly as my feet would run, I tore back through the warehouse. I barreled out the front door, trying to ignore the pain in my face. But all too soon, three motorcycles skidded their tires onto the road and raced off. I holstered my gun and slid the stolen one behind my back. I threw my leg over my bike and cranked up the engine, determined to go after them.
But the pain wafting up my neck was too much to bear.
And the tears threatening to pour down my face blurred my vision too much.
“Shit,” I whispered.
You have to go after them. Tara will never forgive me if I don’t.
My men need me, though. I have to report back.
If I want any chance with Tara, though, she needs her brother back.
They know he’s a Fed. They’ll kill him the second they get a chance.
The guys would tell me to abandon it, though.
But Tara…
And as I lifted my eyes back to the road, striking up the engine of my bike, I knew what I had to do.
Even if it cost me my leather cut in the process.12TaraJoanna gasped. “Do you hear that?”
I trained my ear toward the window before the dull roar off in the distance grew with intensity.
