Revving my bike, I pull out, leading the pack, the pinch of a cool breeze whisking through my hair, making dawn perfect for riding. Hands grasping the handlebars, my eyes focus on the road as we head across Death Valley. One of our prospects, Pax, drives ahead with the truck just in case one of us break down or gets hurt. Hopefully that doesn’t happen with the plan we have in place. I don’t care what my men do with any of the other members so long as I get my uncle. I want to see the life drain from his eyes.
Coming up on the Titans’ clubhouse, I pull off half a mile out so the roar of motorcycles doesn’t alert anyone. Turning off my motor, I throw my leg off the seat and look to my men who also cut their engines. Unzipping my saddlebag, I grab some extra ammo. Pegs stands right behind me, waiting. Reaching inside my cut, my hands comes in contact with the mask. I can only imagine Monet in the bathroom shit talking. She’s a sexy badass. Unleashed, I bet she’d raise hell. Pulling it over my head, the smell of her surrounds me.
“Why do you have that? He’s going to know it’s you,” Pegs points out.
“I’m not wearing it to hide my identity,” I say, not telling him how it signifies Monet being here. Satisfied with what I have from my bike, I look to the group of men who followed me here tonight.
“We’ll walk the rest of the way. They won’t hear us coming.” Raising my hand above my head, I gesture to my left in the direction of the clubhouse and we start to move.
The moon shines down on us all, making us look like scorpions in the night slithering across the desert floor, our movements swift but silent. Getting closer to the building, all the lights are off, the place dead silent. Even I have a prospect that stays up at night keeping watch while the rest of us sleep. Goes to show how much the Titan’s know about protecting their home. I’m offended Damian isn’t afraid of me coming after him.
I shift my body to the side of the building as Hollywood gives the front door a try. It opens with ease. Pegs glances over his shoulder at me with an unreadable look, and I shake my head. You gotta be kidding me. They’re making this too easy. My hackles rise, feeling like we’re being set up.
“Watch out. I got it!” Bellamy shoves his way past me. I try to grab him to stop him, but he slips through my hand. Why didn’t we fucking tie him to a chair?
“Bellamy, get back here!” I whisper-yell. He’s being a dumb ass. If this is a set up, Bellamy is going to be the first to go down. I can’t let that happen.
I rush inside after him. A dim light glows over the bar, casting a yellow haze over the small room. The smell of sour whiskey and stale cigarettes lingers.
Pegs stands by the bar, and I point to one of the doors to the side. He nods and starts that way.
“I knew you’d be coming.”
Pegs freezes, and I jerk around, aiming my gun into the dark. The voice is familiar and cracks with age.
“Come out! Come out, you fucking pussies!” Bellamy demands, the green behind his ears showing. I used to think he was just stupid, but I’m starting to think he’s just not afraid of anything and lives by his own rules.
A menacing laugh echoes through the small space, and I know for sure it’s Uncle Damian.
“How many nights have you sat in that corner expecting me?” Lowering my head, my eyes cloud as anger and darkness take over me.
“I’ve waited for you for a long time, hoping to get news that you’re dead since you were sucking your momma’s titty.”
My boots thud against the floor until I finally see the shadows of his face.
“Since I was a baby?”
“It was you!” Pegs points at him, his face burning hot.
“Him what?”
“The one who kidnapped you. He tried to kill you when you were just a baby.” Pegs puts the pieces together, and the scar between my pecs instantly burns. Touching my chest, anger ignites close to the surface. I was just a baby. How the fuck did he have it in him to do such a thing? He kidnapped me, stabbed me, and left me for dead.
“And here I thought I was sick.” I lift a brow.
He laughs again, scratching his forehead with a gun.
“Runs in the family I suppose.”
“I guess we’re finding out tonight who’s crazier.”
Rushing across the room, I slam the butt of my gun into his face, and he stumbles back into a table before falling on his ass. He kicks my legs out from under me, and I slam to the unforgiving ground. The doors behind the bar open, and Hollywood rushes forward, gripping a Titan by the throat and punching him senseless. Pegs is thrown into a bunch of glasses, shards flying everywhere. As much as I want to help them, it’s just me and Damian now.