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  “Well, I was about to say, I can just hack the cameras,” she says slowly, like she is regretting every word coming out of her mouth.

  Jean runs and grabs a laptop off the dining room table. “I didn’t know you knew how to work the computer like Techy?” Adeline says.

  Alisha shrugs. “Well, he wanted me to know in case an emergency popped up and I was needed or something.” She opens the laptop and starts typing fast, her eyes all over the screen. We all scoot closer to her eagerly.

  “What are you guys doing?” Gareth asks. He has long ago stopped listening to us. Since the second we put in Fifty Shades of Grey, he has been trying to block it all out.

  “None of your business, prospect,” Jean sasses and it pisses me the fuck off.

  “Hey, show some respect, yeah?” I tell her, glaring. I don’t give a fuck if he is a prospect or not, he is my brother-in-law and that makes him family.

  Her eyes widen and she shuts her mouth. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She doesn’t say anything else as we watch Alisha. Mom rubs my back, and I turn back to look at her. She is trying to hide her laughter and Shaylin is too. My temper has a habit of popping through, especially when it comes to my family.

  “Alright, look at the TV,” Alisha says and we all look at the screen as she pushes a button.

  I almost fall right to the ground at the sight before me on the screen. Gareth runs across the room to look. They’re in the meeting room, and guns are everywhere. It’s a standoff and Derek is front and center with Lane, Maverick, and Smiley—and they have their guns on one person.

  If I have to guess...

  L. Garcia.

  We look at Techy, who is looking directly at the camera. He probably figured out that we turned on the screen. With a small smile on his face, he leans back in his seat, his gun trained on the guy beside him. Our guys are perfectly relaxed, unfazed, but the guys in the suits are the opposite. I can see the sweat rolling down their faces.

  In a small screen on the bottom right, I see Konrad walking through the part of the clubhouse where the rooms are located.

  “Alisha, tell him to not go in there!” I tell her and she clicks then talks into the computer. “Konrad, this is Alisha. In the meeting room the guys are surrounded by the cartel.”

  He stops dead in his tracks, looking around, his gun out. “I am talking into the camera, I learned it from Techy,” she explains and Konrad nods.

  I look at Shaylin, Mom, and the other girls. We know what we need to do.

  We are going for our men. “We are coming.”

  Konrad’s eyes get big as I tell him this through the computer. He shakes his head but I don’t give a fuck.

  If Garcia wants me, he is going to get me, but I am not going to be what he expected. Shaylin jumps into gear and I join her. Both of us have been trained for moments like this.

  Well, we have been trained to protect ourselves when it comes down to things like this and not to jump into shit storms, but this is different.

  Our whole world is there. Our husbands, fathers, and family are in that room.

  We are going to do what ole ladies are meant to do.

  Fight.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Brittany

  Amelia shows us a secret room in the basement filled with everything we could ever need.

  “Wait, I can’t let you guys do this!” Gareth has been arguing with us, taking things out of our hands and trying to stop us.

  “We are going to do this, and you are going to help us!” I yell, my finger pointing at him.

  His mouth opens in shock, but I don’t care. I can’t sit on my ass as my man has a gun trained on him, and don’t forget my father and brother.

  Butcher is sitting on his ass right behind Smiley, who is just smiling like this is the best moment of his life.

  Adeline and Alisha are going to stay here along with Joslyn. Joslyn doesn't know anything about weapons, and I don’t want her to hurt herself. Alisha is going to be talking to us through the mics. We are all helping each other strap up in the vests and grabbing our choice of weapons. We load ourselves down, and we are all silent as we wrap our heads around the magnitude of what is about to happen.

  This a big deal, and more than likely if we make it through this, our men will kill us. I am pregnant and that is scary, but I can’t sit back and allow my man to be hurt while I do nothing.

  That is not me, that is not these girls with me.

  Shaylin grabs two knives, putting them in the small holsters on her side, and extra ammo. I am dressed similarly.

  Amelia is studying the screen, and Chrystal is standing next to her. They are the presidents’ old ladies. They have to lead in this and they have to be strong.

  Mom is putting her hair up in a bun at the top of her head. I help her tighten the straps on the sides of her vest.

  “I am going to get some smoke bombs. Get a gas mask, everyone, because we will need that shit.” Shaylin takes out a box, and we all strap them to our hip.

  “Let’s say a prayer,” Chrystal tells everyone and we all gather around holding hands. We close our eyes as Chrystal speaks. “Dear God, I am praying to you to keep our men safe, to protect them and us, to give us the knowledge and the need to kick their asses and get our men out. Amen.”

  We all yell out, fists in the air, and walk over to the garage, where Lane has a couple of trucks just chilling there for emergencies. If this isn’t an emergency, I don’t know what is.

  “Fuck, girls!” Gareth yells and moves to stand in front of us. “You guys, please think this through. The guys will fucking kill us if you get hurt, and it would fucking kill me.”

  I can tell he is really concerned, but we have to do this. “Gareth, I understand that you’re an alpha male and it goes against everything ingrained in you, which is to protect us. But I can’t sit here while Derek has a gun on him.” Tears fill my eyes at the thought of not having another day with him.

  That is something I would not recover from; I know that with all of my heart. All of the girls nod in agreement.

  He relents. “Hold your asses still, and I will get my shit together.” He walks back into the room and gets ready. He was too busy trying to pry everything out of our hands and trying not to hurt our feelings.

  We all get inside the trucks, and we leave a driver’s seat open for him. I have Shaylin with me, and Darla, Amelia, and Bailey. In the other vehicle are the rest of the Devil Souls girls.

  “What is Konrad up to?” I ask Alisha through the mic.

  “He is in one of the back rooms. I turned on the screen for him in there, and we’re thinking over what to do.”

  The rest of the prospects here are just going to stay to watch over the girls staying behind. It is hard leaving Joslyn, but I feel better with her being here.

  I put my hair up in a bun at the top of my head. “Do you want to change out of those heels, Brittany?” Mom asks.

  “Hell no, I can walk better in heels than flats.” I tell her. The girls laugh as Gareth gets into the truck.

  He drives us to the clubhouse. He slows down about ten times; I guess he’s tempted to turn back around.

  He pulls around to the back of the clubhouse. There is a secret entrance that only members know about, because it’s how they sneak in the people they’re going to torture. You can’t very well just bring them in through the front door.

  Gareth turns off the lights and Chrystal, behind us, does the same thing. We slowly pull up and park in the woods so they don’t see us.

  All of us girls line up at the building. This is happening.

  “Alright girls, it’s clear. Konrad is waiting for you guys at the entrance.”

  Let’s go.

  Derek

  L. Garcia has continued to talk, and every single second I am with him is going to increase what I’m going to do to him. I look at Lane, whose jaw is clenched, staring at the back of his head. Garcia has tried to get in my head for the past hour.

  I have
not showed an ounce of fucking emotion. It’s starting to get to him, and that’s what I fucking want.

  “So are you going to tell me where you’ve hidden her? Imagine my surprise when you were here and she was not.” L. Garcia leans closer to me, and I put the gun against his forehead.

  He gulps. I can tell he is scared, and I can’t stop the slight smile on my face at the thought.

  “Pity, she won’t be here to kiss you goodbye, but she won’t miss you for long.” He moans and rubs the front of his suit. “Imagine my shock when I found out she was pregnant. The doctor ratted on you guys, by the way.” He looks at me, sneering. “You took that from me, she was supposed to be mine.”

  He looks at Brooks. “It was my plan to take all of the women and kids, but when I saw her strutting across the sidewalk, I knew she was the one. But sadly, we will have to deal with the situation with the kid first, but that won’t be a big deal.”

  Stay fucking calm, Derek. I clench my teeth, and it’s taking every single ounce of strength I have not to do anything.

  “Too fucking bad she won’t have time to miss you, since she is going to be mine.”

  The door flies open, and my eyes widen in shock at the sight of Brittany standing there along with all of the other ole ladies. She walks into the room. “Too fucking bad you won’t ever have me, L. Garcia.” She is standing there in her fucking red heels, looking like an angel, with her gun pointed in front of her.

  This is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.

  Shaylin drops a couple of smoke bombs, the girls putting on masks and grinning as the smoke starts to spread throughout the room.

  “Hey, L. Garcia. Don’t ever fucking disrespect me again, yeah? That shit doesn't fly with me.” Brittany smiles and points the gun down, shooting him straight in the dick, just as the room is covered with thick smoke.

  Brittany runs out of the room, and the girls let us take over. I grin at the thought of busting her ass later for this fucking stunt.

  That leaves all of the members stunned, and disoriented by the smoke. Lane hands us masks, which Konrad ran into the room with.

  He slams the door shut. Now it’s time for the fun to begin.

  They’re blinded, and they can’t breathe without it fucking hurting. They don’t even know what is fucking up or down, it’s so fucking thick.

  We have all been trained in this shit.

  First, I am not going to let L. Garcia fucking die, because I will need my fun with him.

  I can’t help but laugh at the thought of the women coming to our rescue. It was cute but fucking dangerous, and she is going to hear all about it.

  First, we have things to do. I take out my gun and walk straight up to the fucker who had a gun to the back of my head. I drag my knife across his throat.

  None of them is going to leave here alive. Every MC member in this room gets his revenge on the person who dared to point a gun at him.

  Little by little, the smoke dissipates and we can see fully again. We see two fuckers under the table, hiding, L. Garcia is lying on the ground groaning.

  One of the men under the table looks around before he slides out, trying to run for the door.

  “Nope, door is locked, fucker.” The voice is coming over the TV, and we look at Techy, because it was Alisha’s voice.

  He throws his head back, laughing, “Shit, she has hacked the system.” He is fucking thrilled. “Good job, baby,” he tells her, and she blows a kiss through the screen.

  The guy who tried to make a run for it reaches the door, and I throw my knife. It penetrates his skull all the way to the hilt.

  I don’t even fucking know how many bodies are lying on the ground in here, but there is nowhere to fucking step.

  “Shit, get outside, more of the guys have come as back up!” Alisha yells and runs out of the room.

  “Lock down this room so he doesn't get out, baby,” Techy yells to her, and I throw open the door.

  Brittany has a fucking baseball bat and is beating the ever-loving shit out of this guy. Gareth is standing by her side looking amused.

  Darla has brass knuckles on her hand; another guy is already on the ground and she is bent over him.

  Shaylin has her gun and is taking them out, one by one. The guys are fucking stunned at the sight of the women fighting back.

  I walk over to Brittany. “Baby.” I glare at her and she grins at me, like she is having the best day of her life.

  That’s when I notice someone coming out of the shadows. I pull Brittany to me and turn her around just as a gunshot rings out. I can feel the bullet hitting my body, and blood sprays her in the face. I look down to see my white shirt turning red on my right shoulder.

  It would have hit her in the fucking head.

  Everything turns red at how close I was to losing everything.

  Brittany

  I am reeling at what just happened. Derek was shot saving my life from a bullet that was meant for me.

  Derek has been shot.

  Derek hands me off to Gareth before turning around and facing the man that tried to shoot me. My mouth dries at the sight of all that blood. My face is covered in blood. I need to puke, I need to scream, because he was just shot right in front of me trying to protect me.

  Derek takes steps toward him as he takes steps back, and the guy shakes his head. “I wasn’t trying to shoot you, man.” I’m stunned.

  Fighting is happening all around me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Derek.

  Something runs into me hard. Gareth snatches me up as he’s fighting someone.

  “There she is!” Someone hisses and I look over to see two guys just a few feet away from me, eyes on me. My mouth dries and my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my stomach.

  Gareth fights the two guys who spotted me, and Derek is fighting the man that shot him. I reach for my gun, but before I can grab it, the two guys seize my arms and lift me off the ground.

  I scream and they cover my mouth, silencing me. I kick them. “Be fucking still or I will hurt you!” one of the guys hisses in my ear. I stop moving, more afraid for my baby than for myself.

  No one notices as they drag me out of the room and further into the clubhouse toward where the bedrooms are.

  I can’t breathe, I am terrified. I am terrified of what they plan to do with me. I dig my feet into the ground trying to slow them. My body is a dead weight, but they are carrying me like I am a sack of potatoes, so fighting is futile.

  I just hope Alisha is still manning the computers and she can get word out. They stop suddenly and I regain my footing; then I pull away with all of my might, trying to break their grips.

  The one holding my left hand twists it until I fall to my knees from the pain.

  “Stop!”

  He laughs and just twists harder until I hear a snap. I stop breathing at the searing pain. I scream as he lets my hand go, and I clutch it to my chest.

  Now that I am free, I look around to see where I am. I’m in the room in front of Lane and Amelia’s.

  Why are we here?

  Why didn’t they just try to leave?

  The men in front of me are members of the cartel. They are in suits, hair slicked back and a look of our evil in their eyes. The bigger of the two reaches down and yanks my foot, causing me to fall back, and drags me into Amelia and Lane’s room. The door is slammed shut behind us, and I grip the table trying to stop my momentum into the room.

  “Bitch, let go!” one of them yells, and my hands are pried loose from the table. I spin around on my back kicking my legs.

  They laugh and both of them bend down at the same time and throw me onto the bed. “Stop it!” I kick one of them in the face, and he hits the ground. I bend down and grab the knife from my thigh. I lift it high over my head and embed it in his thigh, and he screams and falls back into the chair. The other one jumps straight to his feet, grips my shoulder, and presses me onto the bed, trying to kiss me.

  “I went through all of this fucking tr
ouble to find you, now I am going to get my reward!” Guy One hisses in my ear, and it takes everything in me not to throw up as his hands dig into my sides, heading straight toward my... I buck my hips to the side so he can’t reach it. He growls in frustration.

  Guy Two makes himself known, standing beside me. He tries to grab my hands, but I pull them out of his reach. I try to push them off as best I can, but my broken wrist isn’t letting me have much leverage. Guy Number One is more determined. He is trying to rip off my bulletproof vest.

  All of a sudden I see Derek standing above them, and I stop breathing. Derek wraps his hand around Guy Number Two’s face and twists, breaking his neck. Derek’s eyes are dark pits. He pushes the guy to the side and grabs the other one off of me by his throat. I gasp, trying to breathe again. The panic slowly leaves my body because he is here.

  Derek slams guy number one hard on the table, causing it to crack right down the middle. “I am going to fucking tear you limb from limb and tear every stitch of your skin from your body!” Derek roars in his face.

  Another one runs into the room, heading straight for me. Derek spins around at the last second, throwing his knife straight through his mouth, embedding it in the back of his throat. Guy Number Three falls back onto the floor, blood spilling out of his head.

  “You will not die that easily. I will have fun with you first.” Derek pulls his knife from Guy Number Three ’s throat, blood spraying all over the floor. He brings the knife down on Guy Number One's face and blood pools around his head. Derek laughs as the guy writhes in pain.

  The door is pushed into the wall with a bang as my dad runs into the room. He takes in the scene and walks over to me. “Baby, are you okay?” He takes my hand.

  “Ow!” I pull my hand from his grasp as the adrenaline ebbs and the pain makes itself known once again.

  My dad’s face darkens, and Derek pushes the guy number one to the floor and runs over to me. “Where does it hurt?” I can see panic on Derek’s face as he looks me over.

  “My wrist, he broke it.” I nod in the direction of the one who’s lying on the floor groaning in pain. Derek steps off the bed, walks over to him, grips his wrist ,and twists. I hear a sickening snap as Derek shatters his wrist. “Cry now, because soon you won’t be able to do that.” Derek smacks his face, a promise of what’s to come.