Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Wizard turned toward the screen, his voice tired from the long hours. “They intended to use Tomcat’s prototype jet as a fucking WMD, overriding navigation remotely and crashing it directly into the clubhouse.”
Silence settled instantly. The realization of exactly how audacious and brutal their enemy’s plan had been hit each of us differently. Rebel’s jaw tightened visibly, Blaze’s smirk faded into something deadly, and Kevlar’s eyes burned with the kind of rage that came from having his home and brothers threatened.
“Fuck,” Echo muttered darkly, shaking his head. “These assholes really think they can wipe us out and not have repercussions?”
“That’s exactly what they think,” Wizard confirmed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his screen again. “And they had a plan for afterward. Evidence was prepared to plant at Linden’s apartment—make it seem like she was cheating on Tomcat, causing him to lose it and crash his plane into the club in some murder-suicide bullshit.”
I snorted, the absurdity of their plan almost overshadowed by my fury. “The shit people think they can get away with.”
Blaze growled softly. “They’re about to find out exactly how fucking wrong they are.”
King leaned forward. “We’re officially in a war zone now. This isn’t just about one test pilot or the girl they tried to silence. They came for the entire club.”
I nodded. “Linden’s been helping us put together a dossier with everything we have so far. We just need the control lab’s location. Once we’ve got it, we take the fight directly to their doorstep.”
King’s gaze met mine, fierce and unyielding. “Then we end it. No loose ends. Anyone involved goes down. The ones who came after your girl pay with their fucking lives. The rest get delivered to the DOJ, gift wrapped and ruined.”
Murmurs of agreement echoed around the room, a lethal promise passing silently between brothers. Rebel pushed away from the door, determination etched into every line of his body. “Then let’s fucking find them. Time to show these bastards exactly what happens when you threaten a Hound.”
The decision settled over us all, the weight of it both comforting and absolute. My brothers filtered from the room, each man already focused on their part of the puzzle. I stayed behind a moment, meeting King’s gaze across the desk.
“Your girl holding up?” he asked, his voice gruff but understanding.
“Linden is tougher than she looks. She’ll handle it.”
He nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Make sure she knows the club’s got her back.”
“She does.” My jaw tightened. “But I’m going to keep reminding her.”
King smirked slightly, the corners of his mouth barely lifting. “Good. I’m guessing her own vest would cement it. Do I need to put in an order?”
One corner of my mouth kicked up. “Don’t bullshit me, prez.”
Something resembling a smile ghosted over King’s face, and he lifted his chin toward a door by the bar. “Hanging in the closet.”
“Thanks.”
He nodded, then bent his head over the papers on his desk again, effectively dismissing me.
As I turned and walked out of the office, he called, “I’ll have Stella move it to your room when your woman isn’t around.”
I hurried to get back to Linden. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, reassure myself that she was safe, and never fucking let go. Not that I had any plans to do that. Ever.
The people who’d targeted her had miscalculated badly. They’d tried to take her, end her, and rip apart the life we’d started to build.
Now, there would be hell to pay.
The next three days were a blur of urgency and controlled chaos. Wizard worked relentlessly, piecing together threads of data until he’d finally traced the override command signals back to their origin. A hidden hangar, tucked away behind layers of false-fronted businesses and misdirected paper trails, housed an experimental control lab used by Aegis.
We gathered again in King's office, the tension palpable, an undercurrent of deadly anticipation in the air. Wizard stood before us, his eyes bloodshot but burning with determination. “We found them. Hangar fifteen, Miller’s Airfield. It’s been sitting abandoned on the county books for years. But the digital footprints lead straight there.”
Ace’s gaze sharpened with focus. “Aegis has a buyer en route. Large private jet incoming tomorrow afternoon. Whoever’s onboard is expecting a live demonstration of the override technology.” He looked at me, and I nodded, knowing exactly where his mind had gone. The day after tomorrow was the original date scheduled for my next test flight. The one they’d tried to push up.
King’s jaw hardened, the scowl etched deep. “This timing makes our window narrow as hell. If we’re shutting this down, it happens now.”
Rebel leaned forward, anticipation flashing dangerously in his eyes. “How loud are we going in?”
Kevlar gave a cold smirk. “I vote as loud as fucking necessary.”
King nodded in agreement. “No need to keep quiet. They own the airfield where the hangar is located, and there’s no one else for miles. This isn’t a cleanup operation. It’s scorched earth. We burn this shit down. I don’t want there to be a single thing for them to try to rebuild on.”