Page 22 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“Put your cock away, Malice!” Chaos yells as he storms into the room, saving me from seeing Malice’s flaccid dick. “Church!”

I slap Malice hard in the stomach. “For someone who seems to be looking at my cock anytime I have it out, you sure as shit haven’t noticed the fucking ladder going up the length of it. You aren’t the only one with dick piercings, Mal. And quit talkin’ about my dick size.”

Chaos, Sin, Malice, Noose, and I all walk into church, the heavy double doors swinging shut behind us. We take our seats, but I can’t stop the feeling coursing through me, the anxious energy and anticipation. I bounce my knee, wanting Chaos to get straight to the point.

“The waitress got the burner phone number to her brother. He contacted us tonight. So, she turned out to be trustworthy, at least so far. He’s willing to meet halfway tonight. He doesn’t want to do phones.” I don’t miss the way Chaos calls her thewaitress instead of her name. Like she’s meaningless. Like she isn’t the sole fucking reason we have any information to go off of at all.

Malice speaks up before I have the chance. I know he’s eager to get vengeance for Rolo, so it makes sense that he’d jump at this opportunity. “I’ll go. Wrath, you up for a ride?”

Like I would pass this up. “Yeah. When is he free?”

“Right fucking now, so get on the road. Trackers on, Malice. I don’t want to tell you again. Bring your guns and be ready for anything. I don’t like this. But if we want to get our hands on Garrett, this is the way in. See what he wants, stay on guard, and don’t make any decisions without talking to me first.”

Tension thrums through the vehicle as we drive an hour to meet Saint. While I’m confident that Sienna doesn’t have us walking into a trap, I compulsively check my gun on my hip like it could suddenly disappear. At the mile marker Saint told us to meet him at, I pull over to the side, a car flashing its lights at us.

“You ready for this?”

“We’re not dying today,” Malice responds.

We step out of the truck, walking to the front to find a man about the size of Sin standing in front of the lights, his arms stretched out wide, showing us he’s unarmed. Malice gives me a nod, and we walk toward him, stopping a few feet shy of getting too close. It looks like he came alone, but I can’t see anyone in the car behind him with the headlights on. He’s wearing street clothes, which surprises me. Dark denim jeans and a T-shirt, Converse sneakers, bracelets around his wrist.

He’s the first to speak, his voice deep but not threatening.

“Saint.”

“Malice. This is Wrath,” Malice says to introduce us.

“I come with a gift, but first, I want to plead my case.” This is what I suspected was going to happen, exactly what I washoping for. If Sienna was right, Saint needs our help. This is how we get Cain. This is howIget Cain.

“We didn’t drive an hour to negotiate. We need the information. Garrett or whatever fucking name he’s currently going by killed one of our own. Infiltrated our clubhouse with two other men. We’re lucky he didn’t do more damage. They could have slaughtered us all.”

My head shoots to Malice, willing him to shut the fuck up.

“Yeah, I got that from what my sister told me. Figure it’s safe to assume the other two men were dealt with, so in a show of good faith, I brought him to you. He’s in the trunk of my car. However this next part goes, you can still take him with you. He deserves whatever slow and painful death he has coming, and I won’t stand in your way.” There’s no way he brought that piece of shit to us. That easy? My stomach flips. I knew their situation was dire based on what I’ve put together on my own, but this just further proves it.

“He’s here?” I ask.

“Have a look for yourself if you don’t believe me. But then we’re talking. You owe me that much,” Saint says. It’s not so much a demand, but I can hear the desperate bite in his tone. He nods to follow him, and I tap my gun again, not wanting to fall for a trap because I’m distracted. I’m not picking up any threatening vibes from this guy, but like Queenie taught us and Chaos has continued to, we don’t trust a soul.

Malice is giddy next to me, practically foaming at the mouth. Saint opens the trunk and takes a large step back, letting us have our first glimpse of the piece of shit who killed Rolo. He’s gagged and tied up at the wrists and ankles, passed completely out. He’s really going to hate his life when he wakes up back in Heathen territory.

We turn to face Saint, and Malice speaks up first. “Alright, we’re listening.What do you want?”

“My club back.”

That’s exactly what I suspected.

“And how are we supposed to help you with that?” I ask, wanting him to be explicit.

“Just like that. Your club helps me take it back.”

“How many do you have backing you?” Malice’s head snaps in my direction, but I ignore him. Chaos wants information, and I’m going to bring it back from the source. Now that Garrett has been given to us on a silver platter, my eyes are set on Cain. Even if I never see Sienna again, there’s something inside me that won’t allow me to walk away without taking Cain with me. She deserves to be free. I don’t know why the fuck her brother hasn’t already done it. I’m still a stranger to her, and I’d kill that motherfucker the moment an opportunity presented itself. And if it didn’t, I’d make it my life’s goal to create one.

“Not enough to make a difference, but enough to count. Don’t forget this affects you, too. The new president of my club was your guy’s brother. He put out that hit. We’ll help you get vengeance; you help me get the club back. I brought this dipshit to you as an olive branch. We can work together, and all get what we want.”

“We’ll take him back with us and relay your message to our president and club. We’ll contact you through the burner.” This is happening. With or without Chaos’ help.

“His name is Cain. And he’s a ruthless sonofabitch. He needs to be dealt with. I—look, I’ve got personal reasons I need this done, other than the obvious. He’s got his eyes on my sister. I can’t get close enough to kill him myself, and even if I did, he’s got his dogs that are just waiting to bite. I’m man enough to know when to be humble and ask for help. I don’t think you fully understand the severity of the trouble we’re in here, so here I am. Tell your president that he can havewhatever he wants; we’ll owe him, and he can cash in whenever he needs. You all can have Cain. We just need this dismantled, and we need your help to do it.”