Page 90 of Wicked Games

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Warren

“Yes,” I hiss, my chest feeling light as air as the roar of a bike engine fills the air. A wide smile stretches across my face and my body vibrates as I punch my fist into the air. Rain splatters against my face but I don’t even give a shit anymore. I’m soaking wet but it doesn’t matter when everything is falling into place exactly the way I wanted it to and it’s especially fortunate since this is the one part of my plan where things could have gone epically wrong.

But it didn’t.

Clearly, fate, God, or the universe is on my side in this mission and I laugh to myself as I think about how I put all of this together. For years, I’ve been working on making very realistic looking fake profiles all over the internet so after I posted the fake videos of the guys on the website I made for them, all I had to do was comment that we should protest the club and, voila , people showed up outside the clubhouse in droves, ready to fight for their city. Once I started standing out there with them, it was easy enough to stoke the flames and spread fear through the crowd about how dangerous the club is and once that fear was behind the wheel, a well-timed joke about Molotov cocktails inspired a few of them to take action. It’s gorgeous the way it all pieced together, actually, and I’m pretty damn proud of myself for what I’ve already been able to accomplish.

I gotta say, watching the brothers and their old ladies slowly go mad from being cooped up in that building with each other while the protest raged on outside was the best part of my day. Fuck, they still don’t even know about the first time I broke into the club a little over a year ago and planted hidden cameras all over the place, hidden cameras that have allowed me to keep an eye on everything they’re doing without the risk of getting caught. Chuckling, I shake my head. It’s actually surprising just how easy it is to get your hands on tiny little cameras hidden in all sorts of things like clocks, tissue boxes, water bottles, picture frames, smoke detectors, and so much more. And when I couldn’t find a replacement item online, it was easy enough to modify the things already in the clubhouse so that I could hide a camera in it. I’ve been watching their every move for so goddamn long and they didn’t have a fucking clue. Not until I insinuated as much to Streak and even that gave me endless entertainment as I watched him try to figure out how I was watching them. He must have run diagnostic checks on his computer and the security system every day for a week and I laughed my ass off each time with a bowl of popcorn in my lap.

The growl of the bike creeps closer, snapping me out of my thoughts and I slip behind a tree as Blaze leads the caravan of vehicles into the driveway of Emma and Nix’s plantation house. I despise this place but I’m glad they chose to come here because this is another point where my whole plan could have gone up in smoke. Emma and Nix’s house is pretty well secured but I was able to scope it out weeks ago when Blaze ordered everyone to the clubhouse, in the hopes that they would come here when shit went down, and I know my way around their security system. It’s honestly almost perfect but there are a few blind spots that will allow me to move around the property without being detected which is good since I don’t have cameras inside. Sure, the best-case scenario would have been to keep them at the clubhouse where I had unlimited access to them with my cameras. The thing is, I was actually growing bored with how easy this has all been so having them here will present new challenges.

But I’m up to the task.

“Let’s move, y’all!” Blaze hollers as he swings his leg over his bike and scans the area. Everyone else files out of their cars, their eyes wide and their faces pale. I can’t help but smile. Fuck. I love seeing the mayhem I’ve caused in their lives and the fear pumping through their veins as they think of me. Blaze lets out a shrill whistle to gain everyone’s attention, his shoulders tight and his eyes narrowed into a glare as he continues scanning the yard. “Let’s move, people. I don’t want to be standing out here for too long.”

They all nod in agreement and he points to Storm, Kodiak, and Moose.

“Grab guns and do a perimeter check. Make sure we’re truly safe here.”

Storm nods, pulling a pistol from the waistband of his jeans. “On it, boss.”

Shit.

That means it’s time for me to go.

Everyone springs into action, bustling around the driveway to get all of their things hauled into the house as I watch from my hiding spot. Storm, Kodiak, and Moose start off for the other side of the property to start their sweep, giving me a few more precious moments as I soak in the chaos. The voice in my head that demands justice, the one that is constantly screaming at me to take immediate action is silent tonight. Maybe it’s because he’s temporarily satisfied with their suffering or maybe it’s because he knows this next part is going to destroy them and he’s just as excited to watch it all fall apart as I am. Finally, after all of this time and all of this work, I’m going to get the justice we deserve and I’m downright fucking giddy.

Rowan steps out of Streak’s Impala and my gaze snaps to hers in an instant as my cock springs to life with just one look at her. Shit. She looks damn good tonight in her tight little jeans and fitted hoodie but it’s the pink mesh bra and panty set I know she’s wearing underneath that is making me crazy. So many nights, I’ve laid in bed and watched her with Streak, giving him everything I want from her as fantasies of gutting him and fucking her on top of the remains filled my mind. She was never part of the plan and another instance where this whole thing could have been derailed if I wasn’t so damn good but I managed to make it all work and when this is all over, I won’t be satisfied unless I have her under my arm as we watch the Devils burn. As she looks around the property, I swear she can feel me here with her – that ache in her chest and the current that races over her skin giving me away – and I glance over at the guys doing a sweep before whispering a curse. They are getting close to my hiding spot and it’s time to go. Taking one last look at my girl, I smile and blow her a kiss.

“Soon, baby girl,” I whisper before turning and creeping back through the forest, away from her, without a sound. It’s time for act two and if they think everything up until now has been bad, they aren’t ready for what is coming next. I’m going to dig my claws into this club, feel the blood seep over my skin, and tear it apart.