Chapter Thirty-Three

Indigo

Hunched down, covered in a filthy blanket, smelling of urine and alcohol, I watched from the corner of the local gas station when Devlin Scott and Oliver Barnes shoved Ivy into a large nondescript SUV. Miguel Chavarria and his right-hand man, Raul Santos, sat in the driver and passenger seats.

Gave the stubborn woman credit.

She didn't go easy. In the end, though, they got her in the vehicle. I only hoped that she was strong enough to survive a second time, because my gut was telling me they would not let her walk away this time. Devlin Scott wanted her badly, and from what I learned, he was willing to do anything to get his hands on her.

When I saw her walking the streets with the priest, I knew it was now or never. I hated I had to use her to bring him out of the shadows, but I knew Ivy. Woman wouldn't go down without a fight, and I was counting on her tenacity and thirst for revenge to keep her alive long enough for the cavalry to show up.

Because it was coming.

"Vehicle on the move," I whispered. "They are heading your way."

"Roger that, brother." I heard him say, before I heard his car start up.

"Follow. Do not engage."

"Copy that."

Getting to my feet, I shirked off the nasty blanket as I ran for my bike that I parked around the back of the gas station. I'd been hunting this fucking piece of shit since Luc gave me the okay the day the detective arrived at the clubhouse to question Ivy. I'd hated seeing her dissolve into anguish, like she had. No woman should ever have to endure the torment and pain Ivy suffered.

Men like that sick fucker pissed me off.

I wanted his fucking blood on my hands, and if it was the last thing I ever did, I would make him pay for what he did to her.

Giving myself plenty of room, I followed loosely behind, making sure they couldn't see me, when another bike turned the corner and rode up next to me. Seeing who it was, I shook my head, knowing damn well where she was concerned, he would be there.

I should have known he wouldn't sit this one out.

He was the first one to free her.

Her savior as she called him, and in a way, I guess he was. Because of him, she broke free of the ties that bound her. She overcame every obstacle, found a new path in life. To live some semblance of a normal life. Though I knew she would never have what others called normal.

None of us would.

Normal was an illusion.

A figment of reality that didn't exist.

"Warehouse district. Pull into the third building on the left. Can't miss it. Has a big yellow sun on the front."

"Copy that," I said, gunning my bike while I raced toward my destination.

Several minutes later I parked my bike, hiding it behind an abandoned building close to where my lookout was waiting. His souped-up car parked off in the distance. Checking my bag, I made sure I had everything I needed. I wasn't taking any chances with those sick fucks. No matter what, they were not leaving that warehouse alive.

My new partner in crime flexed his fingers before checking his guns and reaching for the bag strapped to his back. Happy, he smirked as he looked around the area.

"You get hurt. I'm a dead man."

The mute bastard growled, flipping me off before he disappeared into the darkness.

Shaking my head, I pulled back the chamber on my Glock, loading a bullet as I made my way toward the warehouse. I didn't believe in sneaking around. I preferred the head-on approach.

Quietly sliding toward the corner of the building, I took a quick glance to see what I was dealing with when the comm unit in my ear crackled. Through my scope, I could see several men with AKs walking around the top of the roof, while twenty or more men milled around on the ground. This simple snatch and grab just turned into a full on clusterfuck and not enough manpower to pull it off.

"Got a problem."

"No shit," I cursed, winding the small knob on the side of my watch until I heard the distinctive click, then pushed the knob in, letting my brothers know I was in over my head. "How the fuck did Los Santanas regroup so fast?"

"No, brother." Hannibal's voice was curt. "I've got a problem."

The comms went dead and the hairs on the back of my neck stood.

I heard a low growl from behind me, and I slowly turned to find five men pointing their AK-47s at my head.

Motherfucker .

Hannibal appeared moments later, with several more men escorting him, and I knew shit just went tits up.