Talon (Uncompromising #1)(42)
I didn’t allow a single twitch of anger to show but I wasn’t going to let him win. “Apparently not big enough, ’cause you haven’t been tappin’ that for over a year.”
Randy lunged and grabbed the front of my shirt. “Get. Nicole.”
Siren suddenly appeared at my side and Randy made the mistake of taking his attention off me.
I caught Randy’s arm, spun him and twisted his hand behind his back. I stopped just short of snapping his wrist.
“Let him go,” Siren said quietly.
Enraged, I spared her a glance. “Go back inside.”
Her face blank, her eyes dead and emotionless, she looked right through me. “I’m sorry.” She walked to Randy’s bike and threw her leg over without a flinch.
My heart fucking stopped. “Nicole.”
André’s hand landed on my shoulder. “Stand down.”
Unable to breathe, rage flowing through my veins, I shoved Randy face-first into my gravel driveway. “This isn’t over.”
Randy pushed himself up. “Oh, it’s fucking over, Talerco.” He spit at my feet. “You lost.” He walked to his bike, grabbed Siren by her ponytail, forced her head back and landed his mouth on hers.
Blind hatred coursed through my muscles and I surged forward, intent on beating Randy within an inch of his life but André caught my arms. Rapid-fire Spanish came out of his mouth, but I didn’t register a single fucking word.
Randy eyed me as he straddled his bike and sixteen silent sentries fired up their engines.
No. No. “Siren.”
Her head down, chest heaving, Siren’s hands fisted on her thighs.
Randy swung his Harley around and took off down the driveway.
I COULDN’T FUCKING BREATHE. MY chest was caving in and rage was burning in my veins. I spun on André. “Gimme your keys.”
“Brother,” André warned.
“Keys!” I wasn’t letting Siren go. Not like Leigh. No fucking way. This wasn’t happening.
“Take a breath, hermano.”
“I’m not your fuckin’ brother.”
André raised his eyebrows and his hands went to his hips. “What are you gonna do? Go after all those bikers with two sidearms?”
I ranked my hands through my hair. “I’m not losing her,” I threw the words out like I had a fucking choice.
André nodded at one of my security cameras. “Let’s take this inside.” He strode into the house.
I kicked at the gravel then followed him.
He armed the alarm and closed the front gate. “Who’d you use to get rid of Maldonado?”
I didn’t answer, I was pacing.
“Dios mios,” he muttered. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
I turned and glared at him.
André cursed. “What the fuck were you thinking, getting in bed with those Lone Coaster assholes?”
I threw my hands up. “What fuckin’ choice did I have?”
“Mierda.” André pulled his phone out. “I’m calling Blaze.”
“No.” I’d fucked this up. “I’ll handle it.” I didn’t need him losing his shit all over me right now because of the position I’d put them in.
“What are you gonna do?” André snapped. “I’m not letting you pull any vigilante shit on me.”
“I said I’ll handle it, I’ll fuckin’ handle it!”
“Yeah? How? You take him out, sixteen witnesses give the cops every motive under the sun if they don’t kill you first.”
Shit. I couldn’t think past the dead look on Siren’s face when she’d gotten on his bike. “I need a few of your guys.” I was getting her out. Today.
“I only got twenty men. Over half of them are spread out in three counties on assignment and another four are knee-deep in the shit that went down with Blaze and his woman. I’m spread thin but even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t involve any of them with the Lone Coasters. We need Blaze and Neil.”
Goddamn it. “No. Two fucking men, that’s all I’m askin’. I want surveillance on Carter’s place before I go in and I can’t do it. He’ll spot me.”
André sighed. “I’ve only got two with me and they’re watching our back.”
“Send one after Carter, leave the other here.” I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
André stared at the floor a minute then looked up at me. “You realize what you’re asking?”
I knew full well what I was asking. If the LCs found one of André’s men alone doing surveillance, he was dead. We’d never find the body. “What’s the background on the two you have here?”