Page 66 of Retribution
“It’s me,” Breaker said. “Slinky called and said your woman’s in trouble. Said that you know where we can find Big Fuck.”
“Yeah. I got a plan how we can get into the fucker’s house. Are you guys still at the strip club?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna reserve asking you when the fuck you got a woman until after we get her back.”
Cobra smiled. “Agreed. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”
“Just fill us in. We’re ready to roll.”
“Cool. Later.” He stalked over to his bike, jumped on it, and switched on the engine then took a right out of the parking lot.
As Cobra rode over to Satin Dolls, guilt ate him alive from the inside out. If he had only had a prospect watching her. His instincts had gotten soft as shit since he’d gone nomad. Back in the day, he would’ve had a prospect on the job without even batting a fucking eye. Instead, Dakota was at risk, and he could’ve avoided it. Cobra slammed his fist on the handlebar and the bike swerved to the left. Wiping out wouldn’t help Dakota. He shook his head, pushing his emotions away once again, and focused on the road.
Everything would be all right. Ithadto be.
