Captured(Devil's Blaze MC 1)(51)

The two of us turn toward him, startled by his sudden appearance. He looks super tired, and I’m more than a little pissed at him, but I’m ecstatic to see that he’s safe and back home.

“Oh, hey boss. Sorry, we were just discussing—”

“The size of King Dong’s dong,” I finish, looking up at Skull and smiling.

“And… who is King Dong?”

“The guy in the porno that Briar is trying to get me to watch with him,” I explain, doing my best to look innocent.

“What the fuck?”

“I was not, Boss. We were just discussing porn titles,” Briar clarifies, shooting me an I’m-going-to-kill-you look. I stick my tongue out at him, not bothering to hide my amusement.

“Why were you even talking about porn with my woman?”

Briar shuts up and gives me that look again. I smirk.

“I’m out of here. Everything go okay today?” Briar asks as he walks by Skull.

“Hopefully. We’ll know in about an hour when Torch and Sabre start detonating. We’ll be watching in the office on the screen.”

“Got it. I’ll meet you there.”

I look at Skull once Briar leaves. My heart is beating hard against my chest because it didn’t escape my notice what they were talking about.

“Detonating?” I finally ask, trying to keep the fear out of my voice—and failing.

Skull nodded somberly. “Colin and Matthew’s calling card is bombs, querida. So I decided to show them how it felt to be on the receiving end of one of their surprises.”

“How many are you detonating?” I ask, the fear in me beginning to run bone-deep.

“A lot.”

Shit. This isn’t good.

“What did Colin do to make you do so much, Skull? And don’t lie to me. I know something has happened or else you wouldn’t have kept me locked away all day.”

I wait for Skull’s reply. I can already tell by his face I’m not going to like the answer.





I can’t remember ever feeling this fucking tired and old. I’m lying in bed with Beth and she just now fell asleep after crying for over an hour. She demanded I take her to see Beast and I put her off until tonight. I want to go check on my brother too, but I’m going to be in the office watching as I blow Colin’s fucking empire to smithereens. I’m hoping to get the holdings in France too. I have some connections working on that.

I hate seeing my woman hurt, and I know it’s my fault. I should have handled this shit differently. I’m dealing with a lot of fucking guilt for the hell I’ve asked my brothers to step into. I’m dealing with even more of it when I think about what I cost Beast. He’s going to undergo quite a few skin grafts. There will be some horrible scarring on his body and his face, and it’s not even certain that he’ll be okay. A body can die when the burns they suffer are too bad and extensive. The main problem is, when he comes out, I’m pretty fucking sure he’s going to want to die. Fuck, when I think of that beautiful little girl of his, I can’t say I’d blame him.

I kiss Beth’s forehead and my finger catches a stray teardrop she either shed while sleeping or had trapped in the corner of her eye and just now escaped. I ease off the bed and pull the covers over her, putting a pillow where I was laying. Beth doesn’t move. She’s exhausted from the tears, I’m sure. Hell, I can’t even suppress a yawn that escapes when I stand up, stretching the kinks out of my back. I’d love nothing more than to crawl in bed with my woman. Was it just a day ago we were fucking happy and I was mapping out our future?

It seems like a lifetime ago.

I make my way topside to the office. I don’t bother shutting the door; the only ones stirring around outside of the shelter are patched-in members and we all know what’s happening tonight. We’re just hoping it’s successful. The mood is a mixture of sadness, stress, and nervous hope. The result is that there’s tension in the air so thick you could cut that crap with a knife.

“Hey, boss. Beth okay?” Briar asks.

I slap him on the back of the head. “Motherfucker, talking about dicks with my woman. Much more of that shit and you won’t have a dick, and all you’ll be able to do is talk about them.”

Fucker just laughs and I flip him off.

I take my usual seat. Above our table, there are a total of six flat screens hanging on the wall. The screens are about twenty-seven inches, big enough to see clearly. Each screen has a different piece of property. There’s the casino, the gym where the underground cage-fighting takes place, a bar, a couple strip joints, and finally the estate where Colin and Matthew live. Tonight, it’s these six. Tomorrow night, a different six have been staked out. I expect security will increase after tonight, so they’ll be harder to do, but not impossible. Nothing’s impossible if you have a reason to do it—and we do, a fucking big reason and a thirst for revenge.