“WE NEED TO HURRY,” I announced, glancing down at the video where Mimi was in full view, the counter on the side of the auction climbing higher and faster as the clock counted down.
Usually, I rode my bike everywhere but Grim suggested that I ride in the cage because we didn’t know how many girls were being held or prepared for transport, or what condition they were in.
Mimi was sedated and wouldn’t be able to hold onto me so my Harley didn’t make sense.
Every second that I wasn’t at that warehouse made my Reaper pissed off. I couldn’t hold him back and I didn’t want to try. Angel, Ghoul, Scorn, Drake, and Torch had all seen our Reapers before and understood what we did. Scared the fuck out of some club brothers and others loved it.
Either way, it didn’t change facts.
The Tonopah chapter of the Royal Bastards reaped souls for the devil and we didn’t fucking give a shit whose souls were taken as long as Lucifer Morningstar held up his end of the bargain.
The only thing keeping me from ditching everyone else and heading out solo was the fact that we knew the location Mimi was being held. Desi told us about that warehouse and VidComm Industries before she died. It was the single most important piece of Intel we received.
If I could have hunted and tracked her down that way, I would have but my Reaper didn’t work that way. We needed to have a specific scent like a hound or sense the terror of our victim first. Sharks only needed a drop of blood. I only needed a hint of fear. None of that existed right now and it was frustrating as fuck.
Doubt clouded my thoughts and I pounded the dashboard, yelling for Wraith to drive faster. He insisted on driving since I wasn’t in the right frame of mind and he wasn’t wrong.
“Calm the fuck down. We’re almost there.”
“Why does this warehouse have to be out in the middle of the fucking desert?”
“Because it’s all illegal shit, dumbass.”
Flipping him off, I didn’t feel any better. We were down to ten minutes. That was cutting it too goddamn close.
“What if they start early?”
“They won’t. Greedy fuckers will want as much money as they can get.”
His logic made sense and I lit up another cigarette, smoking the tenth one since we left the Crossroads.
“Fucking hell, Patriot. I don’t even smoke that much with my cigars.”
“Don’t fuck with me right now, Wraith.”
“Hey, I offered to ride with you before Rael could hop in. How do you think you’d be feeling right now if this long ass drive was with him?”
“I’d have killed him before we made it here.”
Wraith let out a loud guffaw, keeping his foot pressed down on the gas pedal. We probably tore up the entire undercarriage of this van but I didn’t care. The shop could fix it later.
Holding up my phone, I watched Mimi, swallowing hard. “I’m coming, sunshine. Hold on for another few minutes.”
The tires squealed as we slid along the sand and rolled toward the warehouse. I could see the building in the distance and lifted my bandana, covering my face as Wraith did the same. We didn’t know what kind of cameras they used outside but we weren’t taking chances.
As soon as the van stopped, we jumped out, and pulled our guns, aiming toward the warehouse windows and doors as my brothers all did the same. I heard all the bikes and the second van that Rael drove as they skidded to a halt. The sudden silence after all those engines was deafening.
The concrete façade of the building wa
s crumbling in several areas and overgrown weeds, cactus, and broken glass littered the heated sand. Even the snakes and lizards were keeping their distance from this house of horrors.
Gunfire erupted around us as we advanced on the building and kept Angel, Scorn, Drake, Torch, Wily, and Ghoul behind us. In our Reaper forms we were invincible but not the other enforcers. Angel was right behind me as Wraith and I entered from the south, followed by Grim, Mammoth, and Drake who went west. Rael, Scorn, and Exorcist went east. Ghoul, Wily, and Diablo approached from the north and entered the other door at the same time we busted in.
I lost the video feed in the chaos and I couldn’t be sure if the auction was interrupted or not. “Find Naomi!” I shouted, not caring if anyone heard that I was here.
Brothers split off as we began searching rooms on the first floor, subduing the Scorpion MC members we found and tying them up for later.
No sign of any Russians, Jones, or Mimi.