King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)
“I have to see Hailee—”
“No,” I said forcefully. “You need to walk out of here, get on a fucking train and get the fuck out of Sydney. And you need to never come back. They’ll fucking crucify you if they can prove the shit we’ve done over the years.”
“How the fuck can they prove any of that shit? Have any of your guys talked?”
I clenched my jaw, hating every fucking minute of this. “We have a rat, but I don’t know who yet. We’re working on that.”
“So you find him and you take care of him.”
“Fuck, Bronze, you of all people know it’s not that fucking easy. Sure, I can take care of him, but the damage has been done. You’re a target, and they won’t stop coming for you just because their source is dead. They’ll find someone else. They’ll investigate the hell out of you until they can pin something on you.” I leant forward. “You need to leave now, and you need to leave fast.”
His face morphed into a canvas of anger and bitterness. “I should never have—”
I stood, done with this conversation. “There’s no fucking point looking back. That shit can’t ever be changed. I’ll make sure Devil takes care of Hailee. And I’ll take care of Matty.”
I walked out of that café with a new, fiercer determination to find the motherfuckers who were intent on bringing down my club. And whoever was behind Bronze being targeted would die at my own hands. Slowly and fucking painfully.
28
King
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“We’ve found the guy who beat Mace up,” Hyde said after I arrived back at the clubhouse and filled him in on Bronze. It was the best fucking thing I’d heard all day.
“Let’s go then.”
“Who do you wanna take?”
“Just you and me.” I had enough fury burning through me to take on ten of these cunts. Hyde and I could manage one on our own.
He swiped his phone off the desk and stood. Stretching his neck from side to side, he said, “I’m gonna fucking enjoy this.”
Adrenaline surged in my veins. “You and me both, brother.”
Forty minutes later, I kicked down the back door of the house where our target supposedly lived. Storming into the place, I followed the sound of a man’s voice in one of the bedrooms. Hyde followed me, his violent mood matching mine.
We found the motherfucker sitting on his bed, talking on the phone with his back to the door. Our approach was quiet enough that he didn’t hear us coming. The fucker was talking loud enough to not hear much else regardless of how noisy we were.
I moved close to the guy, hooked my arm around his neck and squeezed the fuck out of him while Hyde ripped his phone away and crushed it beneath his boot.
The guy tried to fight me off, clawing at my arms and taking swings at me, but I was so fucking jacked up and ready for this, that nothing would stop me. Stepping back, I dragged him off the bed and then twisted him to face me so I could slam him up against the wall. My fists took over at that point, and I channelled every ounce of fury coursing through me into punch after punch. By the time he slumped to the floor, blood splatter covered me and a good patch of the wall behind him.
Hyde rummaged through the guy’s belongings while I stood staring down at the asshole. He glanced across at me and said, “You gonna take it easy for a moment? We still need to talk to him.”
Crouching, I ignored Hyde and lifted the asshole’s chin. “Alan, open your fucking eyes.”
He leant to the side and spat some blood from his mouth before cracking one eye open. “Go fuck yourself.”
My fury roared to life again, and I grabbed his shirt with both hands, dragged him up and shoved him across the room into another wall. “Who the fuck sent you to beat one of my guys up?” I demanded as I stalked to where he lay sprawled on the carpet.
Groaning as he tried to sit, he muttered, “He was yours? Fucking deserved it.”
Before I had a chance to react, Hyde stormed across the room and kicked him in the stomach. “Yeah, motherfucker, he was ours.” He bent and reefed the guy up to a sitting position. “Now, who the fuck are you working for?”
Alan tried to smile, but his face was so battered he hardly managed it. But I heard it in his voice when he said, “You can fucking kill me if you want, I’ll never tell you.”
“Careful what you wish for,” Hyde snarled.