Page 18 of Unmasked Anarchy (Fallen Sons MC #3)

“N eed a favor,” Kael murmurs, leaning down and running his thumb over my bottom lip, cigarette in his other hand.

I am soaking in the sun in the compound, lying back, enjoying the feeling of being completely at peace.

Well, okay, not completely, but better than I have felt in a long time.

Kael took me to a club lawyer this morning to draft up divorce papers.

It hurts to know Gage will get them and it will tip him over the edge, but if I don’t do it now, he will forever have a hold over me.

“Oh?”

“Come with me?”

I nod, pushing up to follow him, hand in hand, to the back sheds. When we get in, I see Wolfe, Knox, Talon, and Zane all standing by a bunch of crates. I already know those are full of weapons, but I’m curious as to why I’m here. I glance at Kael, and he nods at Wolfe.

“Don’t usually involve women in our business, but I need you to look over this merchandise and clear it. We’re doin’ a run tonight, get it off the lot, and the man we’re sellin’ to is tryin’ to low ball. Need your opinion.”

Oh.

Wow.

I nod.

Kael slides the crate lid open and pulls out a rifle with a matte black finish.

The grip is textured, cool against my palm as I lift it.

I check the charging handle, pull it back to inspect the chamber, then run my fingers along the barrel feeling for the telltale machine marks of cheap manufacturing. There aren't any.

I press the magazine release, checking everything. The thing is near immaculate, straight through, expensive, even the titanium components. I squeeze the trigger with practiced pressure, feeling the crisp break point, then look up at the men watching, impressed.

“Whoever’s buying these and trying to lowball is an idiot,” I say. “Three grand easy, per piece.”

Wolfe grins. “Care to try ‘em out?”

My eyes widen. I have shot these before, but that doesn’t mean I’m not up for a bit of fun. They’re epic to shoot, the rounds flying out at rapid speed. I am never going to say no to that. “Oh yeah.”

“Let’s roll.” Wolfe waves a hand, and everyone gets moving.

The ride is fast, Kael with one hand on the wheel, the other curled around my thigh. He doesn’t say much, but I know, just from the way he squeezes, once, right over my jeans, that he’s nervous about my involvement here. He is going along with it, but I don’t think he likes it a great deal.

The warehouse is ghosted, in the middle of nowhere, every window either busted or painted over. Zane climbs out first, hauls a crate of guns in both hands, shockingly casual. They set up heavy bottles and old cinder blocks at the far end. Wolfe steps back, gives me the first gun, then steps back.

“Won’t lie, been curious about what you got since the other night. Keen to see you in action.”

Kael lights a cigarette as I line the gun up, watching with intensity.

The first shot cracks the echoing air, the glass bottle at the end shatters in a blue-green mist. I feel everyone watching me, waiting for the next. Second shot, clean through the base of the cinder block. I cut through the whole row with the next six, not missing a single shot.

Knox whistles, low. “Fuckin’ hell, ain’t never seen anythin’ like it.”

I turn toward them, flushing, a smile on my face. “My dad taught me, but he always told me I had talent. I never thought much of it.”

“Give her the auto,” Steel murmurs. “Let’s see her roll.”

They had me a semi-automatic, and I set it up.

I aim at a large target of a person hanging in the distance.

I brace and then pull the trigger. The rifle kicks back against my shoulder, and the shots ring out in a popping sound.

After a minute, I lower it and grin as every single bullet hit the target.

“Fuck me,” Wolfe whistles. “You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart.”

I place the gun down.

Wolfe turns to Kael, his eyes already asking a question before his mouth moves. “Bring her tonight. She would add a layer of protection we could use.”

Kael’s jaw tenses, a line of muscle working under his beard. “Fuck no. She ain’t riskin’ her life doin’ our business.”

“Won’t be riskin’ her life, she can hang back, far enough away that she can leave if things get heated. Give her a scope and a rifle, hide her, it could be a fuckin’ huge help.”

Kael steps up to Wolfe, his eyes narrowing. “No.”

“It’s okay,” I say, stepping forward before Wolfe can get another word in. My voice is steady, even when my hands are not. “I don’t mind. I have done far worse for Gage, believe me. Sitting back with a rifle sounds fun, if you ask me.”

Kael looks to me, his face twisted with rage. “Didn’t bring you in here to use you for your skill. That ain’t what we’re about.”

I step up to him. “I know that, believe me, I do. I just want to help. I won’t get hurt, I promise. If I see even one thing dangerous, I’ll leave. Let me help protect you. I want more time too, you know.”

He growls, holding my gaze, but then he nods.

It’s settled.

Wolfe slaps Kael on the back, murmuring something I don’t hear, and then we finish off shooting the guns, for fun now.

I like the idea of having a purpose in the club.

I have no doubt they’re already wary of me, and it will take time to earn trust, this is one way I can do that for them. It’s something I can offer that will earn trust.

I am willing to do anything to stay.

Anything.

~*~*~*~*~*~

F LESH ON FLESH, WATER steaming, the hunger between Kael and I is nothing short of desperate.

He presses me into the tile and shudders when I curl my fingers into his hair, white knuckled, the heat between us too much for one shower to contain.

He bites my collarbone and I hiss, arching against him, his hands leaving prints on my thighs, my ass, my breasts.

Everything else is a haze, the world buried beneath the drum of water and the feeling of his body slamming against mine.

His cock is deep, filling me, and his hands guide me up and down, fucking me against the wall like a wild animal.

It’s incredible, and I want to stay here forever, relishing in the feeling of him inside me, dragging his dick in and out as his low growls fill the shower.

I tip my head back, pressing my breasts into his chest as I find my release, moaning his name.

He finds his soon after, shuddering as his cock pulses inside me.

After, we dry off, both of us breathless.

I fumble for my jeans, but Kael tosses my shirt at me from across the room.

He’s got a new streak of color across his neck from where my teeth bit into his flesh.

I want to touch it, but we’re both already moving, the job coming up fast, and we are already running late due to our little rendezvous in the shower.

We make it out to the convoy of trucks just in time, Wolfe is laying down the orders for how things are going to go.

I get into a truck with Kael and Zane, and they will drop me to a secure point with a rifle.

It will be hidden well enough that nobody will know I’m there, but I will have a clear view of them just in case anything goes wrong.

We set off, Kael’s hand locked in mine as he drives.

I bounce along in the middle seat, squashed between Zane and him.

This would be every woman’s fantasy if it wasn’t for the fact that we are walking into something dangerous.

I try not to think on it too much, instead I focus on the hand curling around mine and how damned good it makes me feel.

The truck pulls off the main road, crunching over gravel, and Kael cuts the engine when he reaches the location.

Hardly a word was spoken during the drive, but Kael squeezes my hand twice before letting go.

He eyes the thick woods, scanning for movement.

I follow his gaze and see it’s dead quiet out here.

We pile out, boots hitting the grass. Kael opens the battered toolbox in the tray, pulling out a rifle and handing it to me.

“You know the drill,” he says. “Follow the track until you reach the lookout, you will see us perfectly from there. If you see anyone, or even suspect an ounce of trouble, you get the fuck out. You can call me, but only in the case of an emergency.”

I nod, straightening my shoulders as I sling the rifle over them. “I got it.”

Kael kisses me hard. “Don’t get hurt.”

I nod and start the climb.

It’s not the easiest track to climb with the shrubs overgrown, scratching my arms as I walk.

I don’t care though, I’m too focused on the burn in my calves and the weight of the rifle slung across my back.

By the time I reach the lookout, I’m slick with sweat.

I find a good position and set myself up.

The angle’s perfect. I can see the road perfectly, and the trucks coming to a stop.

I inhale, careful and shallow. I settle in, rifle steady. I keep my eye on the scope, making sure I have full view. The waiting is always the worst, every second stretches on. Time means nothing, so I count breaths, then double-check the scope, then count again.

A pair of headlights appear at the far end of the road.

The target vehicle, right on time. The other car comes from the south, sweeping its beams across the stretch of road.

I shift, just enough to get a better read, four, no, five shapes emerge, all armed, but not openly.

Nobody comes to these things without weapons. Nobody.

Kael and Wolfe step forward, hands out, no sudden moves. They’re talking, words lost in the distance. The rest of the club hang back on guard, waiting for things to go wrong. I flick my attention to the tree line. Clean. No one’s creeping up on us. So why am I not breathing easier?

I stretch the scope farther, looking wider in each direction, something tingling in my body, a warning maybe. That’s when I spot the cars, set off to the side, a few miles down the road. Police cars. They’re being tailed.

Shit.