Finally, Jackrabbit let his hands fall to his side before he continued. "Roadburners! You may have heard that there was an attack today on one of our own." He pointed to the injured man that Harlow was helping. A rumble of discontent moved through the crowd.
"You may have even heard that it was Finn that was behind the attack. Well, it's true. He was."
"Kill him!"
"Deal with him!"
The crew erupted again, shouting out their disgust and dissatisfaction and Jackrabbit let them rant for a long minute before raising his hand and calling for silence once more.
"Listen, we will stop Finn and whatever he might have planned for us. I know him. I know his weaknesses. And I know that together we can stop this son of a bitch for good! So keep your eyes open. Stay on guard. And remember to fucking look out for each other. We're a family! We aren't afraid of anything or anybody! We're the god damned Roadburners!"
A loud cheer rang through the crowd again, this time all in support of him. Jackrabbit shook his head. He was always amazed the power that a few words could have to change men's heart and minds. He'd seen it plenty of time fighting overseas. Men in battle needed leaders, and they needed leaders they could follow. They were about to head into one hell of a battle. They just didn't know it yet.
The sounds of cheering were still going on, though slightly dimmer now. The tension that had choked the clubhouse before seemed to lift-if only slightly. Jackrabbit jumped off the chair to find Harlow waiting for him.
"That was good, what you said." Harlow said, too softly for anyone to overhear. "You fooled them, but I can see that you're still worried."
Jackrabbit nodded again, not offended at the other man's words. Harlow was good at reading the undercurrents of the situations. That was part of the reason why he made Harlow his second in command.
"A few words of encouragement might work for these guys but it doesn't do a damn bit of good to me." Jackrabbit gave him a pointed look. "I doubt it does for you either."
Harlow shook his head. "No. I'm more of an action type."
"You want action?" Jackrabbit leaned in close so he could speak under his breath, "Find Finn. And find out what the fuck he's planning before one of us ends up dead."
Harlow nodded slowly. Without another word, the two of them turned and left the clubhouse the same way they came in.
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Chapter 1
Fuck! Finn fumed in silent disbelief as he set about tying Rachael's – No, Hannah's hands together. His thoughts whirled in chaos as he glanced up at her serious face. She looked back with a calm nonchalance that seemed out of place for having just been kidnapped.
At first, he'd suspected she was lying, just trying to save her own skin but a quick call to his second in command confirmed his worst fears. Rachael Donohue did in fact have a twin sister named Hannah. And now she was standing there, smirking at him in unconcern. Someone was going to pay for that fuck up and it wasn't going to be pretty.
But what the hell was he going to do with her in the meantime? Finn rubbed a callused hand through his hair as he took a quick step back. But the distance didn't seem to help, because now he could see her. All of her. From the unconcerned expression shouting at him from the depths of her gleaming green eyes, to the small sarcastic smile curving one corner of her ruby red mouth.
Finn nearly swore again at the turn of his thoughts. He needed to find another way to use her in his plan to get revenge on the Roadburners, and Jackrabbit and Hatchet in particular. What he didn't need was to dwell on just how stunning she was or the way his nerve endings tingled where his hands had made contact with hers while tying her up.
"Fuck." This time, Finn did bite out the epitaph out loud through a tensed jaw as he pulled the pistol out of the holster at his waist and gestured for her to start walking again. She stood there for a long moment, looking from him to the weapon held easily in his hand and back again before finally giving a slight nod. As if it was her own damn choice to be tied up and walking god knows where with an armed man.
They continued to trek across the rural Texas terrain. Finn made sure to stick mainly to the dense tree line that edged the dirt road, only moving across open field when he had to. He relied solely on his military training. As a sniper and surviving through two tours in the middle east, he'd learned a thing or two about how to move quickly on foot when he had to.
For what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour his eyes were drawn back to Hannah. She was walking stoically ahead of him, for all the world like she was on a leisurely hike rather than being forced ahead at gunpoint.
He shook his head, his thoughts tumbling haphazardly as he kept one eye on her and the other on the area around them. Even though he'd tried over the past hour, he couldn't quite figure her out.
She had been completely silent as they walked, never asking him where they were going or how much longer they would have to walk or whether or not he was going to kill her or any of the thousand questions he imagined anyone else would be screaming at him right about now.
Finn was more than surprised by her calm, logical response to getting kidnapped at after a while he found an odd sort of respect growing for her.
She's bad fucking news, Finn reminded himself fiercely. Don't let her distract you. You are here on a mission. Get your revenge. Make the Roadburners pay. Make Hatchet and that son of a bitch Jackrabbit pay.
He was so lost in his own vitriolic thoughts that he nearly missed the sound of tires crunching on the dirt and gravel road. With a silent curse, Finn wrapped an arm around Hannah, pulling her tight against his body as he hid behind a large tree.
His hand over her mouth stalled any sound. He couldn't risk her calling out for help, especially not after he peeked around the rough bark of the trunk and saw the state trooper logo on the side of the patroller. Shit. It was the cops. They were still swarming the area after the shootout at the Roadburners clubhouse.
Finn's vision went red as he remembered. He and the rest of his small crew had spent the last months slowly drawing the noose tighter and tighter around those goddamn Roadburners only to have them walk straight into a trap.
Several of his men had been shot and then the cops had shown up, forcing him to flee right as he'd had Jackrabbit was in his crosshairs. It was just one more betrayal adding fuel to the fire that raged inside him. The fire that wouldn't be satisfied until the Roadburners were done for good. It was the least they deserved.
While they hid there, Hannah's back pressed close against his front two more police cars crept by, obviously on the lookout for him or any other member of the M60's still in the area. Little did they know that Finn had prepared a bolt hole a few counties over just in case things went south. His time in the military had taught him to always have an out.
The rest of the crew, or what was left of them anyways, had orders to go directly there and wait for his next order. It was an old abandoned mining shaft that had been built in the perfect hiding space, far enough away from any town to not be noticed and out of use for several decades. They had converted it into their base of operations and Finn knew it was still secure.
After a long moment with no more traffic on the road, Finn finally allowed himself to relax his hold on Hannah but he felt a pang of regret as she stepped away. She shot him a questioning look, one dark eyebrow raised but didn't say a word until he did.
Finn stared right back, "Listen princess, this place is swarming with pigs. We have to keep moving. Get farther away from the road."
"I realize that you already know this, but I just need to reiterate the futility of your plan. My father is the sheriff of all of Mayville county," Hannah said, the tone in her voice turning lecturing as she spoke, "That means that a, he probably realized that I'm missing. B, he's contacted every local trooper, and c, they're all looking for me."
She shook her head before continuing, "There's no way you'll get away with this."
"You'd be surprised by just how much I can get away with, princess," Finn said, a sarcastic snarl on his lips, "More than you realize. Those cops are fucking blind. They'll never see us. Now, get moving, and not a god damn sound, got it? You call out or scream or any of that shit and I'll use this." Finn nodded to the pistol once more holstered at his hip.
Hannah gave him another one of her long, unnerving looks before nodding once more. She turned and started back on the overgrown ATV path they'd been on for the past few hours, walking on without another word.