Rubi was gone.
Embry was gone.
Lilianawas gone as if she’d never been here at all, and I was alone, good for nothing except fighting and misery.
The whisky taunted me. I didn’t even like it. But the loss in my soul was so brutal that I needed it. Just a sip. A shot. A couple of chasers.
Who the fuck was I kidding?
I needed the whole bottle. Ineededto get blackout drunk and punch things—faces, walls, whatever—but I couldn’t. If a call came, I had to be sober and ready to fly.
Also, Saint wouldn’t let me. He swiped the bottle from the bar and put it back on the shelf.Not today, brother.
“I wasn’t going to drink it.”
Saint gave me his best bullshit face, and usually he’d be right. When Embry wasn’t around to distract me, I was a sucker for drinking my pain away, then taking it out on everyone else. But I hadn’t touched a drop since Alexei had driven away with my kid. Hadn’t smoked either. No weed. My only drug was drifting into Embry’s room and burying my face in his pillow, but I’d quit that when I’d realised it hurt more.
“Come on.” Saint tapped my elbow. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
He didn’t answer. Just slid Decoy a look that made me want to dropkick them both and walked out of the bar.
Of course I followed him, all the way across the yard and to the bikes. Out of habit, I crouched and checked his, then Embry’s, then mine. All clear, no sabotage.Embry’s not here, dickhead.
Fuck’s sake.
We saddled up and roared out of the compound. Saint didn’t ride as fast as Embry, but he still hit it hard enough that my pulse kicked up from the crawl it had slowed to as I’d brooded in the bar.
It was late, almost midnight. The sky was cloudy and black, no stars, no moon. Quiet roads too, deserted when Saint steered me away from the dual carriageway and onto the lanes and dirt tracks that led to the sea.
I smelt the salt in the air and wondered where the fuck we were going. Saint didn’t like open water. It was the one thing that crazy bastard seemed to truly fear, and we only ever came out this way to fight or gather weapons.
Either option was a welcome distraction. The Crows had been quiet since the brawl up north, and we’d had no time to retaliate. If Saint wanted to change that tonight, I was down.
So fucking down.
I followed him to a derelict farm right on the coast. It had been abandoned for as long as I’d been a Rebel King, but For Sale signs had popped up since I’d last been here, and the reason for our trip became obvious.
Saint rode around the rusted barns to the overgrown paddock. He pulled up and killed his engine, waiting for me to do the same before he tugged his helmet off. Without a word, we both knew the score.
We dismounted and split up to recce our surroundings, checking for tails and unwelcome eyes on us. Signs of life on the eerie farm.
I found nothing.
Neither did Saint.
We regrouped at the weapons cache that was four times the size now Alexei rode with us. Guns, Tasers, a fucking crossbow. “We moving it somewhere else?”
Saint nodded. “Cam wants the guns chucked in the sea, but that was before.”
“What’s he saying now?”
“Haven’t asked.”
Saint gathered half the weapons.
I took the rest and dumped them in my saddle bags. “Where to?”