Blood & Bones: Sig (Blood Fury MC 2)

Shady snorted and got to his feet. “Think he shit himself before I sliced his fuckin’ throat, so I ain’t checkin’ them.” He wiped his knife off on the flannel shirt of the possible Tomlin.

Judge shot Shady a frown. Those were the most words Sig ever heard the prospect say.

Sig pulled out his cell and snapped a pick of the man’s face to identify him later. Before this night was through, he wanted to make sure they got their intended targets. Any other fuckers who stopped breathing would be a bonus.

“Who else?” Shady asked, a huge buck knife in his hand.

“The leader and his bitch,” Sig said, giving the body a good kick with his boot. Then he spat a hocker on the asshole’s face. “Piece of motherfuckin’ shit.”

Judge tugged on his long beard. “Which bitch? He got three, I think.”

“The youngest cunt, Anna. The one that hurt Red, took her clothes and treated her like a fuckin’ animal.”

“Let’s go huntin’, fuckers,” Shady said and moved off, keeping low and to the edge of the woods as he headed toward the big house.

“What the fuck?” Judge asked Sig.

“Don’t know. Don’t fuckin’ care. Kinda likin’ the guy right now,” Sig answered, then followed Shady.

“Hey, Shady,” Judge whispered. “You take out anyone else?”

The younger brother paused, whispering over his shoulder, “Any males I came across. Don’t know who’s who, so just makin’ sure we don’t miss the targets.”

“Damn,” Sig whispered. He wanted to fucking grin and buy the guy a beer.

Sig’s cell phone vibrated in his back pocket and he paused long enough to pull it out and read the text from Trip. “Trip found Red in the main house. Seems to be good. He’s gettin’ Dodge to bring up the Jeep ‘bout halfway and Rook’s helpin’ her get down to meet them.”

“Good fuckin’ news, brother,” Judge said, whacking him on the back.

Yeah, but a fucking nine-month pregnant woman shouldn’t be hoofing it down the mountain even a hundred feet, forget over a half mile. But bringing the Jeep all the way up that rutted lane would tip off too many other Shirleys who might not be aware yet of what was going down.

Not only did they need to keep that element of surprise, they needed to get Red out of there before any of them saw her leaving. Her safety was priority number one.

However, even once she was safe, they were not done there.

Not even fucking close.

Sig quickly texted Trip back. Want that fucker n his bitch alive.

The answering message, Think they scattered, popped up on his phone.

Don’t give a fuck. Need 2 find them. Save 4 me.

Sig didn’t get an answer and he didn’t like that at all.

A minute later, just as they were within feet of the dark house, another text popped up. Found Anna locked in attic w/ rest of wives n kids.

Sig texted, Hold her 4 me.

No clue where leader is. Mighta deserted his women n kids.

Figures. That pussy motherfucker. Having to strap a woman down to make her submit to him.

His blood pressure spiked again and he took a deep inhale to try to keep him from only seeing red and nothing else. Because if his world went red, he would be useless. He wouldn’t be able to think straight or get the job done he needed to do.

So, he needed to keep himself from spiraling and concentrate on the revenge he was looking forward to tasting.

It was right there on the tip of his tongue.

Got him came in a mass text to everyone, not by Trip but Cage. Was trailn Rook n Red.

He alive? Sig texted quickly back.

Fuck yeah. Savn his ass 4 ya.

Sig smiled. Location?

Near barn.

He said to Judge and Shady, “One of you get the wifey from Trip. Bring her to me at that fuckin’ shed. Tell Trip and the others to keep the rest of the Shirleys away from there. Take any of ‘em out if you gotta. And make sure that dead one was Tomlin. If not, find that fucker, too.” He spun on his heels and headed back to the area near the barn.

Autumn cried out when her foot got caught in a deep rut and her ankle twisted sharply as they made their way down the pitch dark lane, only using Rook’s cell phone to guide their way.

Her heart was wildly thumping, her back cramping severely and so was her belly.

But she didn’t stop, she kept going with Rook tightly gripping her elbow to help her stay on her feet.

But they were moving too slowly.

She wanted to race down that mountain and get as far away as she could as fast as she could. But she wasn’t racing anywhere. She doubted she should even be walking as far as she was.

However, she had no choice, so she kept putting one foot in front of the other, hoping freedom wasn’t too far away.