Talon (Uncompromising #1)(60)
“She’s not with me but she’s fine. For now.”
That motherfucker. “I’m not playin’ games. Start talkin’.”
“Stone called everyone in.”
Good. It’d make getting her out a hell of a lot easier. “And you’re tellin’ me, why?” Not to mention a decent president protected his MC. Stone should call them all in. They were about to have a fucking war on their hands.
“Cuts and prospects only. No one else,” Candle bit out.
Two seconds. That was how long it took to sink it. Stone wasn’t decent. Not even close. He was a fucking executioner. Cartels didn’t give a shit about women and children. Stone knew that. He had a fucking fortified compound on the outskirts of Ocala Forest that was an old military base. He could’ve easily housed everyone. Asshole. “Not my fuckin’ problem.”
“I need a favor.”
“Fuck you.” I was done with his bullshit.
“Kendall won’t leave.”
“So make her.”
He sighed. “I tried.”
“Like I said, not my problem.”
Silence, then, “Man-to-man, I’m asking for help.”
Christ. “Fine. I’ll get her after I get Nic. Where is she?”
“Home.”
“I don’t know where the fuck she lives.”
“With me.”
Momentarily shocked, I didn’t say shit.
“She’s at my house,” he explained.
“So the rumors are true?” Kendall was his old lady?
“Shut the fuck up and go get her.”
Damn it. “Give me an hour.”
He rattled off an address in Ormond Beach. “You know Graham Allen?”
Bass player in a famous band that Neil’s nephew fronted, mechanic and overall fuckhead, yeah, I knew him. The question was, how did Candle know him? “Didn’t think this conversation could get any weirder.” I glanced at my watch. “Speed it up.”
“Take Kendall to his shop in Ocala. She’s good with cars, there’s a place to sleep in back. She’ll fit right in. Call Graham and tell him you’re bringing her in.”
Kendall didn’t fit in anywhere. “You fuckin’ call him.”
“Can’t.”
I didn’t have time for this. “You either know him or you don’t. I’m not bringing shit to his doorstep. Call him and get an okay, otherwise she can stay with me. I’ll give you two days to handle your shit.”
“Fine. She stays with you. I’m calling back in an hour and you’d better have her by then.” He hung up.
I shoved my phone in my pocket. “It’s on. Stone called everyone in but he’s restricting it to members only.”
André looked at me incredulously. “They’re leaving their women and children unprotected?”
“Yep. We’re gonna get Kendall after we get Siren.”
André laced his hands behind his head. “Mierda. This is my fault. I set the ball in motion.”
Jesus Christ. “Did you tell every fuckin’ cut in the LC to leave their women behind? What the fuck? You didn’t start this shit. And you’re not responsible for what sick fucks like Stone Hawkins do.”
André let out a string of curses in Spanish but the stricken look on his face turned into pissed-off determination. “Let’s go,” he ground out.
“I’ll roll in dark and wait for you on the south end of the back parking lot.”
André inclined his head and got in the SUV.
I straddled the Aprilia and turned it over. I was so fucking strung out about getting Siren out of there, I didn’t even appreciate the 184 horsepower engine humming under me. I took my gravel driveway slow then opened her up once I got on A1A. Taking every shortcut I could think of, I was at Carter’s in eight minutes.
Cutting the engine a half a block away, I drifted a few yards then hopped off and pushed my bike behind a dumpster. I crouched behind a retaining wall and counted eighteen bikes then I pulled out my cell and texted Siren.
Me: I’m here, but hang tight till I come for u
Siren: Ok. I’m sorry, I gave Candle your number
Me: I know. All good
André crept up next to me in a crouch. “She okay?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s our approach?”
I glanced at the five guys in cuts talking on the other side of the parking lot. “Two options. You create a distraction out front, and I go in and get her, or…”
André was already shaking his head. “They’ll be expecting that. Some of them will stay back.”
“Then you and your men surround the five and hold ’em while I pull her out.”