“You should be fucking thanking us,” Arson adds righteously. “We’ve caught the cunt before she can do more damage.”
“And what kind of damage has she done?” Sniper demands. Neither Arson nor Silver replies, glaring at him. “What? You’re going to toss that out and not back your claim?”
“You shouldn’t be questioning our fucking president that way,” a furious voice calls out from just outside the room.
“Enough!” Angel barks, his eyes moving warningly behind him. Then he looks back at Arson and Silver expectantly, but says nothing.
Something tells me that’s a deliberate choice, but only because I see the fury now directed at him from Arson and Silver.
“We saw her snooping through shit and we knew she was planting bugs. Trying to listen in on club conversations to report back to Vlad,” Silver states smugly, his hand going into his pocket and pulling something out to show.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
HULK
I’m going to have to do a lot of talking to convince her not to take the kids and run after this.
I lookat Avery’s pinched expression and pleading eyes. She thinks I don’t believe her, but I do. This woman went toe-to-toe with one of the most dangerous men in the world.
I simply reach out and take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and pulling her into me. Rose adjusts herself to be on her other side. She glances up at me, eyes flashing with approval before they go back and harden focusing on the Misfits. The same men who look triumphant.
Idiots. Absolutely fucking idiots.
Sniper steps forward, holding out his hand for the bug. Silver hands it over, and Arson gives Bullet a hard glare.
“I fucking told you involving women in club business was going to end up fucking you over. You didn’t listen. You’re not fit to be a president, Bullet. You’ve lost your edge and gone soft.You’ve let a traitor through the doors, and you’ve put all of us in danger—your men, my men, and even your woman.
“This bitch isn’t worth anything. If we were in my club, she’d be dead already—her and those fucking brats that are probably in on this too.
“I bet the girl already offers herself up to any fucker she can spread her legs for, just to get the information they need.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I snarl, lunging forward, nearly breaking free, if Viper and Bowie didn’t put all their weight into holding me back. There’s a reason they call me Hulk other than my size, and I’m about to make sure these pricks see it.
“The boy is no fucking better, getting chummy with all of you stupid fucks.” Silver sneers. “Asking questions so you don’t suspect him. He’s probably the one that gets back to Vlad while the two whores distract you.”
A red haze fills my vision, and I struggle to get away from Viper and Bowie, who both grunt, trying to hold me back. “Hulk, stop it,” Viper hisses. “We’ll make them pay but you need to calm the fuck down. They’re doing this to get under your skin. Do not give them what they fucking want.”
Suddenly, the room goes silent, and I freeze—finally looking up and realizing Rose is wrapped around Arson’s back, a gun aimed at Silver in one hand and a scalpel pressed to Arson’s throat with the other.
The look on her face drains the anger from me, replacing it with awe.
She’s furious, but her eyes are stone cold.
No one moves—too stunned that she managed to slip past us all.
I glance at Bullet and see his face is hard, lips pulled into a thin, tight line.
Oh, he’s pissed.
Rose might not survive whatever punishment he’s cooking up once he gets his hands on her.
I pull back from Viper and Bowie, inching closer to Bowie’s side.
“I will kill you both before anyone can stop me,” Rose hisses, her tone almost demonic. “And at this point, I’d be doing the world a favor. “Utter one more word about those kids or Avery, and I’ll leave you to bleed out on this fucking floor. Not one person will lift a hand to help you. You think just because I’m a woman I don’t have ears? You dare come in here and threaten me? Threaten my man—the President? The one who invited you here, asked for your help—and you do this?
“You call him soft, when he and the rest of my boys could kill you without a second thought?”
“I’ll kill you,” Arson grits out, fury burning. “Then I’ll burn your body to ash.”
