Released(Devil's Blaze MC 3)(34)

We’re in trouble.





“I’m going to chain her to the fucking bed and spank her raw for weeks. Motherfucking-son-of-a-bitching-flying-monkeys-up-the-ass weeks,” Torch is muttering under his breath. The rest of us aren’t talking. There’s not much to fucking say. In fact, except for Torch, not another man is talking. Briar is stone, his face a cold mask of fury. Sabre and Latch may not have a woman in there, but you can tell they feel responsible. Beast… well fuck, who the hell knows what Beast is these days. Hermano is one messed up fucking pile.

Then there’s me. I have so much rage boiling inside of me on a daily basis that I can’t tell a huge difference, except… fear. I feel fear. If something happens to Beth because I failed to take out her stepbrothers, that’s just one more black mark against me. History repeating itself.

Tan jodidamente cansado—so fucking tired.

As we get out of the boat and fall in line heading towards the old fishing cabin, the fear inside me increases. I hate the bitter taste of it, and frustration bubbles up from inside yet again. This is Beth’s fault too. She’s trying to destroy me. Fuck that shit. She’s already destroyed me. Now, she’s just adding to the destruction, breaking me in so many ways I won’t ever find daylight.

At the back of the building, the bedroom window we had planned to use is wide open—a testament to what the women did. A testament to the fact that Beth did, in fact, steal plans from my desk. Christo! Who the fuck does she think she is? She has a child to worry about. It is not her place to handle these assholes.

Then again, I failed to take care of them before, didn’t I? I look over at Beast. Everything that’s happened from the day my brother lost his family rests on my shoulders. No one else’s.

Mine.

It’s a testament to how fucking stupid Matthew is that the damn room is not being monitored and the window is not at least closed. Then again, from the screaming in the next room, he may have his hands a little busy. Three of us are going through the window. Me, Torch, and Briar. It’s our old ladies… or rather, their old ladies, since Beth is not mine. She’s just the mother of my child. Sabre, Latch, and Beast are storming from around front. It’ll be a blitz attack, which will only happen when they hear me call for them. I’m not about to let them storm in and get the women killed. I just pray we’re not too late to keep that from happening. I know I have to be careful with my approach, but hell, too much fucking time has passed as it is. I don’t think the girls had that big of a head start on us, but it has definitely been long enough.

I wait at the opening of the hall, hiding in the shadows, to take stock of the situation. The first thing I see are the women. Katie, Candy, Sacks, and Louise are on the floor in a corner with some motherfucker standing over them with a gun pointed at them. Each one is bloody. Katie looks like she’s taken a bullet in the leg. There’s a torn piece of black cloth fashioned as a homemade tourniquet over it. The blood doesn’t seem excessive, but there’s enough there to worry about.

I know the moment Torch sees it because I can feel the anger radiating off of him and a low rumbling growl escapes him. He starts to charge forward and Briar claps his hand on the man’s shoulder, pulling him back.

I scan the area looking for Beth. When I see her, my heart turns over. She’s sitting on the ground in front of Matthew. She’s got a busted lip and I can see the red whelp of being hit evident on her cheek, even from this distance.

I’m going to fucking kill the S.O.B.

“You dress so boring these days, Beth. Why is that, do you wonder? Are you ashamed of the little love tracks I left on your body?”

“Fuck you!” she growls, her face looking so hard, her words so harsh that I can hardly reconcile her with the woman that I know.

Matthew bends down and grabs her by the hair, pulling it taut in his hand. “I’d keep a civil tongue in your head when you talk to me, sister dear.”

In response, Beth spits on him.

“I’ll make you regret that,” he promises, wiping the spittle from his chin. He backhands her hard, letting her fall to the floor with the force of the hit when he lets go of her hair.

“You asshole! Leave her alone! Haven’t you done enough damage to her?” Katie yells, pain in her voice. Beth turns so that her side is to Matthew, wiping the blood off her lip. When he hauls off and kicks her hard in the ribs sending her back down on the ground, I’ve had enough.

“Kick her again and I’ll cut your fucking leg off and feed it to you,” I growl, storming in.

He’s got his gun down because he’s been torturing Beth, so I point my gun straight at him, daring him to move. Torch screams and takes the butt of his gun to the man’s head who stands over the women, sending him flying. I watch out of the corner of my vision as Torch slams his steel-toed boot into the man’s junk over and over. The final time, he shifts his foot around, making sure the damage is permanent. Briar sends off two quick shots to Matthew’s other men, burying a bullet in each of their brains and effectively taking them out. Now the odds are much better. Though, this is clearly not all of Matthew’s men.