The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

"Yeah."

"Make it quick, and no fuck ups. I want your ass in and out before Taylor shows. And take Reid with you."

Hell fuckin’ yeah. I can already feel my fingers twitch at the thought of getting my hands on both those sons of bitches.

Quinn cuts in, "I thought you said you were handing the fucker over to the Feds?"

Lighting a cigarette, Jake continues, "No. I said I was handing his shipment over. I never said anything about Santino himself. Gabriel and Reid will handle Santino and his nephew while the Feds take care of the shipment and bring his sister to him."

Gritting my teeth, I nod. I’ll be so close to my sister, but have to leave her there for Taylor to take care of. If we took her with us then the Feds would know we were there. I can only pray this shit doesn’t blow up in our faces and causes my sister her life. Knowing Leyna though, this is what she would have wanted. If she found out we had the chance at saving hundreds or even thousands of women’s lives and didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself. That and she would have my ass.

Three weeks later I’m at work when I finally receive the call we’ve been waiting on. Walking out of my office to the front of the shop, I see Blake chattin’ up a customer.

"I’ll be back in an hour." I tell him walking out the shop’s door and across the street to the garage. Striding through the bay opening I spot Quinn. I give a chin lift as I pass heading towards Jake’s office. Walking past the break room, I run into Bella.

"Hey, big guy. You here for some lunch?"

"Here to see Prez." I gruff.

"Oh, okay. I’ll just fix you something to take with you when you leave. Stop by and see me, Okay?"

Giving her a slight nod, I continue to Jake’s office.

"Got a minute, Prez?" I ask knocking on his door. Jake looks up from some papers on his desk.

"Yeah. Whatcha need."

Stepping in front of him, I place a piece of paper on his desk. On it is the date, time and meeting place Santino has given me. It’s one week from today.

"He only gave me the meetup spot to pick up the shipment, but no destination. He said he’d give us that info when we arrive. Not that it’s going to matter since we won’t be going."

Looking at Jake I continue to keep my face expressionless and my feelings in check. I feel completely helpless in this situation. I’m the worst at waiting around for shit to happen. I’m on edge and hangin’ on by a fucking thread. When Jake continues to study me, but not say a word, I decide I’m through. I turn to leave when he calls out.

"Come sit down, son."

It’s not a question and no matter how irritated and pissed at the world I am right now, I respect this man and will do as I’m told. Taking a seat, I lean back in the chair and wait for Jake to speak.

"I want you to know, son, that no matter what, your sister is top priority. I have no doubt your sister will be coming home safe. Did you honestly think the club wouldn’t have your back? I might be cuttin’ a deal, brother, but don’t play me for a fool."

"I can’t just wait around and sit on my ass, Prez." I argue.

"You can, and you will, Gabriel. I can’t risk you losing your shit. I know waitin’ sucks, but it’s what’s smart. Your time is coming. I made you a promise. All you have to do is wait a bit longer." Fuck, I know he’s right. Nodding my head, I stand and Jake stands with me.

"Don’t ever doubt my loyalty to you again, Gabriel. I saw it written all over your face as soon as I said I wanted to involve the Feds. You thinkin’ the club didn’t care about Leyna."

Blowing out a breath, I nod.

"Alright, go on and let Bella feed you, and I’ll make the call," Jake says walking back around his desk and sitting down.

One week later

Reid and I are making our way through the heavily wooded area behind the house Santino is staying in. We’re about 100 feet from the edge of the property line when Reid signals for me to stop. Pulling out his cell, I watch as he taps on his screen. Seconds later the outside security lights on Santino’s house cut off. With the clouds sheltering the moon, it’s so fucking dark I can hardly see my hand in front of my face. Lifting his chin, he motions for us to continue. My adrenaline speeds up the closer we get to the house.

Rounding the side of the house, we notice one guard at the front entrance. Before I can turn my head to warn Reid, the man suddenly slumps to the ground. Looking back at my brother, I see him sling his rifle over his shoulder. My brother is always on point. After assessing there are no other threats, we walk right up to the front door. Turning the knob, we walk right into the unlocked house. Obviously, the son of a bitch feels confident in his security, or lack thereof. Estúpido stupid.

The house is quiet. The only sound I hear is the sudden creak of the stairs to my left. It only takes seconds before I hear the light ping of Reid’s rifle behind me shooting another one of Santino’s men square in his chest. Pulling my gun from my cut, I signal to Reid that I’m headed upstairs, while I watch him continue towards the other end of the house. We have an understanding that if he comes upon Daniel first—he can act, but Santino is mine.

With my gun raised, I climb the last step and make my way down the hallway. The first door I pass is open and the room is empty. The second door has me stopping in my tracks. I notice it has a deadbolt on it and my gut is telling me my sister is in that room. But as much as it pains me, I continue past. At the end of the hall is one last door. Standing outside, I take a moment and listen for any noise. Met with silence, I twist the knob opening the door.