Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

Without a second thought, I stride over to a table on the far-left side of the basement and grab the nail gun. By the time I make it back to him, I see Quinn and Gabriel cuffing him to the chair. Without a word, I press it to his right shoulder and pull the trigger.

Carlos howls in pain, a string of Spanish is coming from his mouth.

“You still all talked out?”

“Bésame mi culo. Kiss my ass.”

This time I press the nail gun to his knee and pull the trigger—once again, hitting bone.

“How about now, you cocksucker, still got nothing to say?”

Carlos is in so much pain, he has sweat dripping from his face.

“I don’t know where Lee is,” he says through gritted teeth, “He was supposed to meet us at my club last night, but he never showed. That’s why I was at his house last night. My Prez is becoming very impatient, he wants what was promised.”

“Well, your Prez won’t be getting shit, those girls are now under the Kings’ protection.”

Carlos starts laughing. “You gringos are so fucking stupid, your protection doesn’t mean shit, those girls are as good as gone. You should never underestimate Los Demonios.”

“Prez, we’ve got company at the front gate,” Reid says coming through the door.

“Who the fuck is it?” he snaps, completely annoyed by the interruption.

“Volkov,” Reid replies.

Turning to Jake I ask, “Why the hell are the Russians here?”

“Fuck if I know. They sure as fuck didn’t give me a heads up that they were coming. I told Volkov that the club had shit under control.”

“Well, he obviously doesn’t think so,” I bite out.

“What you want to do with Carlos?” Gabriel cuts in.

“I’m not through with the motherfucker. Chain his ass up and leave him down here until I decide I’m done with him.” I then turn and follow Jake out of the basement.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Bella

Walking over to my sister who’s sitting quietly by herself on a sofa reading a book. I notice her briefly looks up to scan the room a few times taking in her new surroundings. I immediately feel guilty for having her thrust into the scary situation of having a man she doesn’t know pick her up and bringing her to the clubhouse around a bunch of strangers. She only did it because she trusts me, and I can tell how freaked out she is as I sit down beside her.

“Hey,” I nudge her shoulder.

“Hi,” she sighs, putting down her book and looking up at me. “Bella, what’s going on?” She whispers, glancing in the direction of Gabriel.

I decided she would be more comfortable if I took her to the room she’ll be using while we stay here. Logan told me on the ride here that Alba will stay in the room next to ours. He said he already had one of the prospects get it ready for her.

First, I want to stop by the kitchen and grab something to snack on. Standing up, I grab her hand, “Come on, Alba, let’s get some food, then I’ll show you to your room.”

I lead her past the bar and into the kitchen. I smell the fresh coffee as we walk in. Alba opens the pink box sitting on the table, and grabs a chocolate éclair from it, along with a napkin.

“Grab me one of those too, would ya?” I ask as I walk over to the cabinets to get some mugs. “You want a cup of coffee?”

“They happen to have cinnamon creamer?” she asks.

I rummage through the various flavors on the shelf until I find a Cinnabon flavor. I hold it up to her, getting her stamp of approval with a head bob while she places our donuts on a paper plate.

Once I’ve finished mixing our coffee, I motion for her to follow me up the stairs. Walking up the stairs I turn right, leading the way down the hall.