“Oh shit!” Wraith cursed as Angel collapsed, blacking out next to me on the bed.
What the fuck?
“Dale,” a tiny, sweet voice whispered, and I looked down, catching the exact moment that Mimi opened her eyes.
My heart felt like it would burst from my chest as I lowered my forehead to hers, clutching her close as a ragged breath left my lungs. “You came back to me.”
“I don’t think I left.”
“Good. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“You?” she teased. “Nothing scares you.”
Her eyes closed and I watched her chest, the steady rise and fall, and I knew that she was going to live.
“Let’s go home,” I announced as I stood, carrying Mimi toward the exit. “We’ve got a little justice to dish out.”
“I want to do one more thing before we leave.”
Grim already knew what I was going to ask as I turned to Torch.
“You got all your shit with you, right?”
His eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands together. “Of course!”
Torch seemed to know his shit. He had a special mix of fuel and oxidizer that he called Big Bang. Yeah, no fucking kidding. Bottles of the mixture were left in each corner of the warehouse we just busted and every single one set with a timer. I was lookin’ forward to the aftermath of this.
Torch pulled his phone free and then showed me the app installed, his icy blue eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Grim?”
“Go for it, Torch.”
“Light this fuckin’ place up, brother!” I shouted, thrilled that this warehouse would never imprison another woman again.
Multiple explosions lit up the fucking night as we stood and watched the flames consume the building, caving it in as the fire burned every trace of the Black Market Railroad into nothing but ash.
Hollering and whistles could be heard from the brothers that remained at my side with Grim. A few were on their way back with the second van and Rael. I watched that warehouse burning to the ground and caught the grins on all their faces. They enjoyed the fire but that wasn’t what excited them the most.
It was the anticipation for the bloodletting to come.
Sean Jones was about to face the Reaper.
The fury of hell didn’t belong to the Tonopah chapter alone. Royal Bastards in every chapter danced with the devil. The club was everything and the brotherhood led by the skull and crown were the most ruthless bastards of them all.
“THERE’S NO SIGN OF Resnikov,” Xenon informed me, standing at the bottom of the stairs. “I wanted you to know I’m still searching. We’ll find him.”
“Appreciate that, Xenon.”
“I’m tracking Vince and Antonio and the whole fucking Denali family. They’ve gone underground.”
Grim dropped his cigarette and stomped it into the ground. “This is going to have serious repercussions with Salazar. Keep looking for those assholes and let me know when you find them.”
Xenon dipped his head and then trudged upstairs, a determined look in his eyes. He would find what we needed. It was a matter of when, not how.
Grim lowered his voice, watching as Mammoth punched Jones in the gut. We gathered down in t
he dungeon two hours ago and were still going the rounds, letting every brother here get a hit on him before I reaped his fucking soul. “Have you seen or heard from Shadow?”