“No.” Lindsay’s features twist into something cruel and vicious. “Absolutely not.”
“We have no choice, Mom,” Dragon bites back. “It’s Mitch. He’s seventeen.”
She swallows hard. “I don’t care if he’s a goddamn adult. That monster isn’t taking you again. I won’t trade one son for another.”
Koyn and Dragon exchange a quick look—one that’s in agreement. They’ll do what they have to in order to get Mitch back. Even if that means trade dragon for boy, regardless of what the mother demands.
“Make the call,” Dragon orders. “This happens today.”
“Chase, no,” Lindsay screeches. “We’ll find another way. Let Copper get the Feds involved. You can’t do this.” Her voice cracks and a sob escapes. “Honey, please don’t do this.”
“I have to,” Dragon replies. “Dad, tell her I have to.”
Owen pulls Lindsay into a tight embrace. “Look at our son. And it’s Leo. He might be bigger than Chase, but our son is different. He has them.” He gestures to the room full of pumped up bikers.
Koyn gives Owen a sharp nod. “Night Giant dies today by the hand of the Royal fucking Bastards. Make the call.”
“I’ll do it,” Lindsay says, swiping her tears away. Rage fills her green eyes. “I’ll talk to that sick fuck.”
She pulls out her phone and searches her contacts. After dialing, she puts it on speaker. Seconds later, a familiar voice answers.
“Ahh, hello, Mrs. Thomas. Took you long enough. And here I thought you were a shrewd woman.”
“Leo.” Her voice is ice and sharp enough to draw blood. “Let me speak to my son.”
He chuckles, dark and demonic. “He’s a little tied up at the moment.”
“You sick sonofabitch!” she screams into the phone. “I’ll kill you myself!”
“You won’t,” Night Giant hisses, “because if you want this boy to stay pure, you’ll do exactly as I say. You’ll make it quick, too, because my self-control is razor-thin.”
“Why are you doing this? Does Aimee know? Taylor?”
“Aimee knows I have secrets, but she chooses to ignore them. You can take that up with her later. Taylor is only guilty of making my obsession easier on me. This will really tear him up,” he assures her. “Don’t be too hard on him.”
Unbelievable. The gall of this fucker.
“All these years,” Lindsay snarls, “you hid in plain sight. You came into my home knowing full and well what you did to my son!”
“And I’ll do it to the baby boy too if you don’t shut the fuck up and listen.” Leo’s breathing is heavy. “I want Caught to meet me at our place. He knows where that is.”
“Do not call him that,” she hisses.
“An hour. I want him there in an hour. Alone.”
“No,” I clip out. “He won’t be alone. I’m coming with.”
Night Giant is silent for a beat. “A two-for-one special. Hmm. You still suck dick like a needy whore, little one?”
Dragon flies over the couch like an avenging angel escaped from hell. He yanks the phone from his mother’s grip and brings it to his mouth, spittle flying all over it as he speaks.
“We’ll be there. The two of us. You let Mitch go and we’ll stay.” Dragon cracks his neck and fire gleams in his green eyes. “Vengeance is coming.”
Night Giant makes a salacious lip-smacking sound. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I love the pretty way your lips part when you orgasm—”
His words are silenced when Dragon throws the phone so hard at the window, it shatters through the glass on its way out.
Dragon holds his hand out to me. “Let’s go kill this piece of shit.”
I take his hand. “Fucking finally.”
Dragon
The building seems smaller than I remember. When I was just a kid, it seemed like this massive being that had swallowed me whole. For so long, I rotted away in the belly of the beast, slowly being devoured piece by piece by the parasite who had his fangs in me.
Night Giant.
Leo or Vaughn or whatever other fucking alias he has. No matter what his real name is, he’ll always be Night Giant to me. The one who tried to take away my life, my body, and my soul.
“We don’t have to do this,” Cove says from beside me. “We can get Copper to call in his contacts. They can take him out and get to your brother.”
For as simple as that sounds, I know it’s anything but. Night Giant hasn’t remained off the grid for so long by being stupid. He’s smart and calculating. Detailed and efficient. It’s not a surprise to me that he’s an accountant.
“It’ll take too long,” I mumble, unable to tear my gaze from the rusting, metal monstrosity before us. “Who knows what he’ll do to Mitch. I don’t want to find out.”
Cove shudders, no doubt imagining the worst. Night Giant destroyed me and I’ll be damned if I let him do the same thing to my little brother.