Page 42 of Storm's Deliverance

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Wasn’t going to utter a word.” He smirks.

Fucker.

All eyes turn in my direction as I enter. “In your own fucking time,” Ghost snaps.

“Sorry, was chatting to Storm,” I say, gesturing with my thumb.

Ghost eyes me, not saying a word. “We’ve got a location,” he murmurs. “There was movement in his parents’ house; he’s got to be hiding out there. I want us there now,” Ghost demands.

“Now? Would it not be better to go at night?” Beast queries.

Ghost’s murderous gaze snaps to Beast. “I’m not waiting another second. I want him strung up in the fucking barn,” he seethes.

Beast nods in understanding. I want him just as much as Ghost.

Enzo looks at me. “You ready to make this fucker pay?” he grinds out, dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He hasn’t stopped partying and fucking since it happened. He’s struggling. Not that he would ever fucking admit it.

We are so close to getting him. My fingers twitch, wanting to feel my blade in my hand and slice it slowly into the prick’s flesh.

“When do we leave?” Enzo asks, his voice tight, sharp, and ready for murder.

“Right fucking now,” Ghost seethes with a wicked grin. The brothers cheer with uproar, slapping the palms of their hands on the table. “Load up. We fucking ride,” Ghost sneers, getting to his feet.

We file out one by one; the tension is electric. All of us are savage for blood, savage for revenge. Storm’s eyes widen slightly as she looks at each of us leaving.

I take a slight detour and stride over to her. “Rain check on the ride. Something’s come up,” I state. Her eyes flicker past me, and I turn to see her look at her dad and Enzo.

“You’ve found him,” she whispers, her face paling. The rumble of bikes grow louder and louder with each brother that leaves.

My jaw set tight, I nod.

She swallows, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. “I want to come.”

“No fucking way,” I say, shutting her down immediately.

“I want to come,” she repeats firmly.

“Your dad would never allow it,” I counter.

“Dad will cave,” she asserts, dropping the pool cue on the table and strides past me.

“Storm!” I yell after her, but she’s already stepping outside. “Fuck,” I sigh, jogging after her.

I come behind her, watching as Ghost’s eyes narrow on her. She stands there glaring at him, her hands on her hips; a move her mom so often takes with him. “I’m coming and I’m riding on the back of Drix’s bike.

Ghost’s eyes flick to mine, and it takes everything in me not to piss my fucking pants. I hold my hands up and shake my hand. “Don’t fucking look at me. I told her no,” I defend.

“It’s not safe,” Ghost grits out.

“I’m not safe with all of you there?!” she argues.

“Dad, let her. She needs this,” Enzo interjects. Ghost looks to his son, then back at Storm. He’s right. She needs to see the fucker beg for forgiveness.

“You stay with Drix or you brother, and you never leave their side,” Ghost replies, caving. Storm grins softly. “Fuck me,you are just like your fucking mother,” he mutters, rubbing his temples.

“Told you.” She grins. I smile back at her, happy to see some of her spark returning.

Once Storm is on the back of my bike, we ride. Her body is pressed against my back, and her small hands are splayed across my stomach. Fuck, she feels good, like she belongs there.