Page 87 of Caged Hunger

Who the fuck was that? They sounded psychotic and perhaps a little unhinged.

If a man like that worked for the Shadow Vipers, he would be sleeping with one eye open on every crew run from now until he was six feet under.

Bloody hell. The guy sounded out of control.

“Take that, you motherfuckers!” the crazy man’s voice screeched.

Fuck.

He needed to get out there and help his boys.

They were in this mess because of him, and here he was, doing jack shit to help them.

If Cameron got hurt…

Fuck!

There would be no stopping him.

He’d rip this fucking barn apart, tear through every bastard standing in his way, and drag hell itself to the surface before he let anything happen to his boy.

Grabbing hold of both chains, Basher let out a savage roar and heaved with all his might. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest as the chains rattled and the ancient beams above him groaned beneath the strain, threatening to give way under the force of his fury.

This was it.

After all those years spent in the gym—pushing his body to its limits, enduring the pain, and building his strength—he needed it now. His body couldn’t fail him.

“Basher!” a voice whispered off to his left.

Basher’s head snapped in the direction of the voice.

Could it be?

Basher’s face lit up the moment he spotted Cameron climbing through one of the barn’s windows. Watching his sexy bartender throw his leg over the ledge and roll into the barn like an uncoordinated drunken burglar almost made him laugh.

The man was fucking sexy as hell, even when falling on his ass.

Cam jumped to his feet, then came running over to where Basher was chained up, looking all pathetic and sweaty.

“Cam! What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous, babe.”

Cameron stopped and looked at him.

“And you think that being chained up in a barn with a bunch of men with guns waiting to shoot your ass isn’t dangerous? Plus, I got the Shadow Vipers outside, tearing up ass.”

The smile on Cam lit up the barn.

Even if he died right here, right now, Basher would leave this world with no regrets—because before the end came, he'd been given one last glimpse of Cameron's gorgeous smile, and that alone made everything worthwhile.

“Hmm… how the fuck…?” Cameron asked, looking at the chains, then glancing around the barn. His eyes suddenly widened. “Ah! Got it!” he shouted.

Without another word, he bolted toward a section of the barn lined with old tools and assorted ranch equipment, desperately searching for something that could set Basher free.

Cameron came running back with a gray cylinder in his hands.

“Stand back,” Cam ordered.

Basher blinked at him and gave him a look that clearly questioned every life choice that had led them to this moment.