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“Yeah, I get that,” he grudgingly admits.
“All right. Everything’s settled,” Jasper says, looking around the table. “We roll out in thirty minutes. Striker, stay on the line.”
“Yes, prez.”
“Brothers,” he says. “Bring that poor bastard home.”
Murmurs of agreement sound off around the table.
Chapter 20
Flint
We hit the road and ride hard to get to LA. The journey takes upwards of six hours. Jules is at my back, just where she belongs. With Mica and Deuce in the lead position, we’re not in visual range of Deuce. Better for him if he doesn’t see how much his little sister loves being on the back of my bike.
By the time we arrive, Rife and his LA chapter are already on the back of the property line. They’ve been watching all night and into the early afternoon. Eight men in Sons of Rage LA cuts are standing in a loose group behind a row of shipping containers, waiting for us.
Jules jumps off my bike, just like we planned, and gets in the truck with Carnage, who is leaning against the back tailgate.
I get off my bike and follow behind her. Right before she shuts her door, I step close and take her hand in mine. I lean in and brush my lips against hers. She’s pale and trembling a little.
Pulling back, I tell her, “You don’t have to be here, Jules. I can get Carnage to take you somewhere safer.”
She shakes her head, looking embarrassed. “I’m just worried this isn’t him. These people are honest to goodness gangsters, Flint. They could have dropped Mr. Allen’s twin brother in the desert and have some other poor hapless soul locked up in that warehouse.”
I bring her hand to my lips and give it a kiss. “You’re wrong about that. His family is trying to leverage him into staying with the family instead of seeking out his biological family. They’re not gonna kill him.” Giving her a lopsided smile, I add, “You have to give the stubborn bastard credit for holding out all these weeks.”
“If he’s anything like his brother, he’s a good man who wouldn’t want to be in a mobbed up family.”
I flash her a quick smile, even as I hear my club brothers calling my name. “We’ll have to ask him when we see him. I will send word for you to come as soon as it’s safe.”
Carnage climbs into the truck and shuts the door as I step back.
I turn and head to the back door of the warehouse, coming up between Jasper and Rife, the SORLA prez.
“We need to move,” Jasper says, gazing at his watch.
Rife responds, “Anthony and his two boys came in twenty minutes ago in a black town car. The car’s parked at the front office. Anthony walked in alone. The boys are in the lot.”
“Daniel’s in there. I just know it,” I mutter. What I don’t say is so is the asshole who sent men after Jules, who tried to implicate her in a fuckin’ bank robbery. I’ll rescue Mr. Allen’s brother because it means so much to Jules. But the mobsters are the ones I’m after.
We press forward and begin quietly climbing the fence. We come down on the other side, and I pull my pistol from my back holster as we make our way past a stack of pallets and around a huge pile of dirt.
Rife and Jasper come up on either side of the back door, and I’m given the fuckin’ pleasure of kicking the door down and going in first. I run through the door and dive to the side looking for something to use as cover, so I can get my bearings. There’s nothing, so I back myself into the corner and look around. My club brothers come pouring in from every door and we converge in the main storage room. It’s vast, with rows and rows of empty metal industrial shelves.
We start looking for the men who are supposed to be inside.
I kick in the door to an office, and there are three men standing over Daniel Terrance. We wrestle them to the ground and disarm them inside of ten minutes. Most of that ten minutes is taken up with relieving them of the absurd number of weapons hidden on their bodies. Fuckin’ mobsters.
The minute I cut away the ropes tying Daniel to the chair, he’s on his feet.
“What’s this about? My family doesn’t have any problems with the Sons of Rage MC.”
“You mean you didn’t, until those men abducted you that night on the beltline.”
Daniel’s mouth falls open. “How did you know about that?”
“I told them,” Jules’s voice rings out. “You reached out to me for help, and I brought it.”
