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Two more gunshots ring out. I freeze until Diablo yells that it’s clear.

We find him standing over the two men who drove the van in. He double taps them to make sure they’re dead.

“A boat’s the only way out now,” Fang says.

“Back to the shack,” I say, leading the way.

When we get to it, I walk around to each of the fallen men to check his pulse. Only one is still alive, but barely. I put him out of his misery. Can’t leave any witnesses to tell the cartel what went down.

“Should we take the airboat?” Tank asks.

“You know how to drive one?”

“Yeah.” He grins.

“Get us the fuck out of here,” Bones says.

We usher the girls onto the boat. I take a seat and hold tight to the girl sitting on my lap. It fucking kills me that this is someone’s daughter. If I could revive every one of those men and kill him again, I would. There’s no telling what they’ve already done to these girls. There isn’t enough vengeance in the world to make up for the pain they’ve caused. At least now, they can’t hurt anyone ever again.

“We need a ride when we get to the bikes. Can’t take the girls on them,” Ice says.

“Why not?” Bones asks.

“Can’t risk them causing a crash.”

“Good point. Call one of the other patched guys and get him down here with the cage,” I say, referring to our SUV.

“On it,” Fang says.

“Your phone still works?” I ask.

“Waterproof.” He smirks.“You really think I’d carry shitty tech into a swamp?”

“Guess not,” I chuckle.

We don’t have to wait long before another patched guy shows up in the SUV. We can’t load the bikes into it, so we’re going to have to ride back on them.

“Think he can handle the girls by himself?” Tank asks.

“Ride with him. We’ll come back for your bike later,” I say.

“Uh…” He glances at his wheels like I’m asking him to leave his baby behind, which, I kind of am.“Sure thing, Pres.”

“We’ll make sure it’s safe until we can get you back here to get it,” I promise.

After getting the girls in the van, I turn to Tank.“If we get separated or anything goes south, stay away from the clubhouse until I call you.”

“Got it.”

I slam the SUV door closed and pound my palm on the door to signal them to leave.

“Guys, I think I got a serious case of swamp ass,” Bones grumbles.

“Ya think?” Ice snaps.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I say, swinging my leg over my hog.

As we ride back toward the clubhouse, I’m on the lookout for anything amiss. I almost can’t believe what just went down, and it makes me wonder how the hell Blue knew about it. None of the men seemed to be expecting us, so I don’t think it was a trap at all. They would have been better prepared had they known we were coming.