Bull (Kings of Mayhem MC 6)

This is a set up.

“Everyone, get back!” I yelled as I raced for the door. “This is a trap—”

In seconds, the night went from silence to chaos as an explosion ripped the cabin apart and blew me across the porch and into the thick scrub where I landed with a heavy thud. The impact momentarily stunned me, and I saw a universe of stars as I struggled to get up. Embers and heat rained down me, but I couldn’t move. My brain was rattled, my lungs still vibrating with the shockwave. It was Chance and Cade who dragged me away from the roaring flames and heat.

“What the fuck is going on?” Caleb panted as he ran up to us with Animal and Yale close behind.

“Where’s Nitro?” I asked as Cade and Chance hauled me to my feet.

“I’m here,” he replied, running toward us.

All seven of us were okay.

“What happened in there?” Cade asked.

I told them about the picture stuck into the wall with the knife.

“Martel knew we were coming.” I drew in a deep breath and felt my lungs rattle. Coughing, I let my rage come to the surface as the dark emotions thumped through me. If I hadn’t gotten out of there when I did, I’d be dead. “This was a fucking set up.”

“You think Martel got to Everett?” Caleb asked.

“I’d bet my fucking life on it.”

“How?” Yale asked.

“Everett would’ve gotten to him after we found the girls in the truck. We already know Everett can be bought. And Martel certainly has the money to buy him.”

“Motherfucker,” Animal growled.

“You want to pay him a visit?” Chance asked.

“He’s a federal agent. We’re not going to touch him.” But I had things on him that the FBI would be very interested in receiving. Things that spanned years. Classified information. Secret recordings. A handwritten note with this goddamn address on it!

Let the FBI unravel Special Agent Guy Everett for now.

Because one day when he least expected it, I would be waiting for him.

And he would pay for his betrayal.

When the sound of approaching sirens cut into the night, we disappeared into the shadows once again, moving through the darkness until we reached our van parked a mile down the road.

Inside, I tried to calm my temper. But it was futile.

My lust for revenge was hotter than ever before.

Not only had I almost been killed tonight.

I had been betrayed, and that was almost as bad.

TAYLOR

The moment he walked through the door, I knew something bad had happened, and one look at the scrapes and bruises on his skin confirmed it. He was frustrated. Angry. Wherever he had been he had showered since because he smelled of soap and the delectable scent that was him. When he saw me, he kissed me, crushing me to his rock-hard chest.

But his energy was off. It was hard. Primal. Lacking in warmth.

I broke off the kiss and pushed him back. “What happened?”

But Bull brushed me off. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Instead, he yanked the belt of my robe and groaned when he saw the silky camisole I was wearing underneath. Without a word, he lifted me off my feet and slid me across the kitchen counter.

“Wait…” I said.

But he wasn’t interested in waiting, he stepped between my legs and held me against him, reaching between us to undo his belt.

“Bull…”

He pushed my legs farther apart, despite my resistance, and kissed me hard as he went to undo his zipper.

I shoved him back. “I said stop!”

Exasperated, he stepped back and ran a hand through his damp hair. “Goddammit…”

I slid off the counter and pulled my robe around me. “Noah is in bed and I don’t want him to walk in on this. Plus, something is wrong, and if you don’t want to tell me what it is, then that’s okay. But you don’t get to walk in here and take whatever it is out on me.”

“I’m not discussing club business with you.”

“Then maybe you should leave and come back when you’re ready to fuck me nice.”

His eyes blazed across at me and his jaw was tight. “Forgive me for thinking my girlfriend might be a little more understanding than this.”

His use of the word girlfriend jolted through me like a barreling freight train.

He turned and stalked toward the door as if he was going to walk right through the glass, but stopped abruptly when he reached it. He paused and exhaled harshly, his shoulders sagging, his energy shifting.

With a deep breath, his resistance broke.

“You know I don’t always work within the law.” His deep voice cut into the tight air between us.

When he turned around, I saw the vibrant anger burning in his eyes and I tightened my robe across my chest. “Yes, I know.”

There was a pause before he spoke again.

“There’s a hit out on me.”