CHAPTER 1: We Have Been Robbed - 2

I knew at least some of these fuckers weren't entirely trustworthy but I underestimated them.

I made the mistake of thinking they were just amateurs playing tough guys, and then I let my dick take over, and I lost myself all night.

We always have a security guard at parties, not to mention the cameras strategically placed throughout the clubhouse but it is possible to evade them if you are skilled enough.

I need the head of whoever did this but first I need all the information.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

My treasurer takes advantage of the moment to step back, looking at me with some respect.

Clever bastard.

How much? — I whisper, in a guttural growl.

Zack kicks the nearest stool, losing his temper.

He is the treasurer, therefore responsible for keeping the club's money and accounts safe.

He's going to have to give me a very good explanation if he doesn't want me to beat him to a pulp.

Two hundred thousand — he answers,

I feel like I'm about to burst, so there are two of us.

And then we heard a tremendous crash in the room followed by a chorus of curses shouted at the top of their voices.

I have no trouble recognizing that this is Hunter, my sergeant at arms.

It was his turn to keep watch, you don't have to be a genius to realize that he didn't fulfill his obligations.

I crack my knuckles as I urge my treasurer to go out and meet the others, but not before whispering a warning in his ear.

We better catch the person responsible Or you'll be on the hook for the costs.

I make sure to sound lethal and relentless.

He stands still, not daring to question me.

When we got to the living room we found everything in a fucking mess and Hunter in the middle of the room, his eyes burning with anger

The other brothers, who are still feeling sleepy and intensely angry faces, keep a safe distance from him and stop destroying everything in front of him as soon as they see me.

The swelling in the veins of his arms and neck gives me a clue as to how hard it is for him to contain his explosive temper.

Still, the guy doesn't usually lose control like that, so it's not hard for me to figure out that I've missed something.

And I guess it, as soon as I see Mira, his lady, with a bruise on her right cheek and a distressed appearance.

Who in hell dared touch her? No wonder Hunter is in psycho mode...

If I were in his place I would already be destroying the city to rip out the fucking heart of the person responsible.

President... Taylor, the newest prospect, greets me as soon as I pass him.

Since he came in, he has stopped to earn my respect.

He still has a long way to go, but he shows his promise.

I return the gesture indifferently and focus on Hunter, who is breathing raggedly and his fists clenched at his sides.

His wife, Mira, comes to him and hugs him from behind, partly to keep him restrained.

He takes her hand and kisses it, He looks ready to tear the person responsible apart.

Why the hell weren't you standing guard?

I snapped, positioning myself in front of him and drilling him with my gaze.

To say I'm furious is an understatement, and it's not just about the money anymore.

No one dares steal from the Savage Fiends and live to tell the tale.

Whoever did this, we'll find them and they'll wish they'd never been born.

It'll serve as an example to the rest.

In my club, traitors die a slow and very painful death.

Hunter fixes his vacant gaze on me, and although he lowers his tone, he doesn't lower his head.

He proved his loyalty to me from the start.

I must admit that the fact that he came out of nowhere with a beautiful woman and a past as mysterious as his own didn't give me much confidence but he has more than proven that he is a real bastard.

Indeed, he replies — but well, Mira and I got distracted for a while... everything seemed in order and... I'm sorry, I take responsibility.

I had to watch the entrances and exits — he admits, regretfully, while his lady massages his shoulders to relax him.

He looks at her, that hit looks bad... motherfucker.

You know I have no problem with you two fucking each other until you're exhausted I snap, then raise my tone but not at a fucking event with hundreds of people in the club coming and going without supervision!

I bellow, slamming my fist on the table.

Nobody says anything.

Until Mira breaks the silence, hesitant.

Hunter encourages her to speak, holding her close to him protectively.

Tell him, baby.

I focus on her.

There were two of them; she took a breath — one big and the other thin.

Hunter and I had just fucked, and I was going to get some drinks from the kitchen, then I saw them through the window.

They had just sneaked out of the office.

I wanted to stop them because if I called Hunter, they would run away before I could do anything — at this point, the nerves make an appearance in her when remembering the scene, and it takes a few seconds to continue.

After a few seconds that seemed eternal to me, they attacked me before I could shoot.

There were two of them, and they disarmed me, then one of them hit me, and they ran away.

Fuck! My blood is boiling.

How the hell did this happen right under our noses and we didn't find out about it until now? It's been at least an hour, those bastards must be far away by now.

We can't let them get away with this.

Then I went down to look for her because she was taking too long and... I found her unconscious.

He hit me with his gun — she explains.

Fuck.

I want their fucking heads in my display case.

Hunter seems to be on the verge of going crazy, so I'll summarize quickly.

We need to do something now.

It had to be someone from within.

To know our shifts, where are we going to be and to know who was responsible for each position, it had to be at least a supporter or candidate — I affirm, without any room for equivocation.

Then I look at every member, I know with my eyes closed that none of them had anything to do with it.

Groupies, visitors, sluts and they are out of the question; they're not that smart.

Instead, there is a guy who should be here and now at this moment and there is no trace of him.

I know from the look I share with all my brothers, that we have all come to the same conclusion.

Style Potter will answer for this and he will do it with his life.

Hector, give me all the information you can get on the new candidate in less than ten minutes — I tell my secretary, who nods and gets to work efficiently.

He is our most valuable hacker.

The kid is a computer phenomenon.

So much that sometimes I don't understand why he's here instead of comfortably working in some intelligence unit but I don't judge him; this life is everything to me.

Meanwhile, I start giving orders back and front as I select the men who will come with me on the mission.

Hunter, Parry, Dereck, Zack, Hector, Dan. and Taylor with me.

The rest of you, keep an eye on the compound and shoot at anything that moves within ten kilometers at the slightest sign of suspicion.

I'll call you when we get back.

As I mention them, they nod and run to arm themselves.

They want to burn off some adrenaline.

And damn it, I'd be lying if I said I didn't.

Bloodlust claims me, pumping through my veins like poison.

It's time to kill.