Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

Chained up with Arty right by her.

Her face wasn’t roughed up, but there seemed to be pain in her eyes.

It wasn’t until Seeley rushed over to get her unchained and asked her about her shoulder that I understood the cause of the pain.

The fucker had dislocated her shoulder.

She hadn’t offered up the information on who it was, but her gaze had moved in his direction.

And, well, let’s just say that the fire inside burned hot enough to engulf me entirely as I flew at the guy.

I wasn’t even fully conscious of what was happening until I seemed to wake up from the stupor the rage put me in to find a man below me with half his face caved in from my fists.

Fuck.

I mean, I’d always had a temper. You could ask any of the guys in the club. The trigger was usually something to do with poor, defenseless animals. Or, apparently, the woman I was starting to love.

The only problem was, letting that out of control beast inside me off its chain was probably not the best way to assure said woman that I was safe for her.

Luckily enough, when my gaze moved to where she’d been, I found the chain on the floor with no one attached to it.

Seeley had gotten her out.

Hopefully before I started pounding on a corpse because a lot of the damage I’d done looked like it had been the literal definition of overkill.

Turning, I saw Levee kicking the leg of one of the guys.

“They’re dead,” he assured me. “It’s not the whole organization, but this is everyone who is here.”

“Okay,” I said, looking down at my hands, my knuckles busted open, aching when I tried to flex my hands. “Lark,” I said.

“Seeley brought her out to Myles,” Levee said.

“Where is Seeley?”

“I hear a lot of barking,” Levee said, making me turn toward the door and backtrack to the kennel room, finding Seeley had enlisted the help of Arty to gather all the confused, scared dogs.

“Where’s Lark?” I asked, watching as Seeley turned.

“Myles is with her at the clinic.”

“Myles? Myles can’t protect her,” I hissed.

“I was there until she went in the back. You’ve been there. There is a guard and metal detectors. She’s safe until you can go scoop her up. I figured you wanted these guys out of here.”

Lark would have my fucking balls if she knew I left a single one of them behind.

“Yeah,” I agreed, taking a couple of the leashes from an overwhelmed-looking Arty.

“What do you want to do about this?” Seeley asked.

“Call back the rescues, I guess,” I said, looking at all the dogs. Twelve? Maybe fourteen. That was a fuckuva a lot to ask them to take on. But there was a chance they had owners and just needed their chips scanned.

“No. About the bodies. About the Locust Crew,” Seeley explained.

“Well, you guys know this crew better than I do,” I said, looking between Seeley and Levee. “What happens when the leadership dies? Will someone step up? Will it crumble and self-destruct?”

“If the enforcer lived, I think he would have taken over,” Levee said. “But with him gone too, I don’t think this crew is going to make it. They will likely defect and join other organizations.”