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Rage complied and each time he claimed her, she felt even more connected to him. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he changed angle and found her sweet spot. He went for it over and over again, until she screamed his name in pleasure. Cassie came all over his cock and Rage climaxed soon after.
Panting, he rolled off her and held her close to him. Rage made her a promise right there and then.
“Just you wait, Cassie. I’ll find out what Gears knows and end this mess once and for all,” he said.
****
The darkened room where the club questioned its prisoners was suffused with tension when Rage entered. Gears was tied to a chair, bruised and bloody. Despite hours of being in there, Gears wore a mix of fear and defiance on his face. That look pissed Rage off, because Gears didn’t even look contrite or guilty about betraying the brotherhood.
Breaker had unleashed Spike, their best enforcer, on Gears but Gears hadn’t said anything useful, so Rage volunteered himself.
“Take a breather, Spike,” Rage told their enforcer.
Spike gave Rage a grateful nod. He’d been at it for hours now. After Spike left, Rage ignored Gears. He walked to the table covered with an array of tools instead.
Rage picked up a screwdriver. When he turned around, he saw momentary panic in Gears’s eyes. That panic subsided a little when Rage walked up but didn’t do anything to him yet. Rage began his interrogation.
“Where were you planning to make the drop? Surely, you and Hawk arranged a place to meet,” Rage said.
“You think I’ll give you any answers, boy? Spike already did his work on me. You think I’ll tell you anything?” Gears demanded. He spat a wad of blood on the floor.
Rage didn’t react to the word “boy,” although he was sorely tempted to shove the screwdriver in the back of Gears’s skull but that hasty action wouldn’t get Rage anywhere. If physically harming Gears wouldn’t work, then Rage had to resort to a nastier tactic.
“Are you going to use that on me, or are you just going to wave that around?” Gears had the nerve to ask.
“This? No, not on you, but I bet Marissa would squeal like a pig. How old are Donnie and Kate now?” Rage asked.
Rage was lying through his teeth, of course. He’d never hurt women or children but Gears didn’t know that. Gears always kept clear of him, as if he saw something dark and depraved in Rage.
Gears’s face was etched with nervous sweat. He tried to evade Rage’s question but Rage knew the old man’s resolve was wavering, especially when Rage began to describe what he planned on doing to Marissa.
“Don’t hurt Marissa or the kids,” Gears finally blurted. “None of this is their fault.”
“Then start talking,” Rage said impatiently.
“If I don’t deliver Cassie to Hawk at the agreed place and time, Hawk will go after Marissa and the kids. It’s a lose-lose situation for me,” Gears said bitterly.
This wasn’t getting anywhere, so Rage decided to change his tactics. He softened his voice, tried to appear sympathetic. “How did you let it get this bad, Gears? I heard you were in the Gamblers Anonymous program and it was actually working, wasn’t it?” Rage asked.
“I was clean for three months but temptation got to me in the end,” Gears admitted with a sob. From there, it was easier to wrangle important information out of Gears.
“Rage, promise me you won’t lay a hand on Marissa and the kids,” Gears whispered. Leaving Gears behind, Rage exited the room without answering Gears. Let the old man stew, but Rage would definitely send a man to keep a close watch on Marissa and her kids. They weren’t monsters. Even though Gears had betrayed them, Rage wouldn’t put an innocent women and her kids in peril. After sending two prospects to watch Marissa, he headed to Breaker’s office on the first floor.
Breaker wasn’t at his desk. He was staring out the window overlooking the compound parking lot when Rage entered. Breaker was also nursing a smoke. There was a half-empty bottle of vodka on his desk. That told Rage how much Gears’s betrayal had hurt Breaker.
“You got what you needed from him?” Breaker asked without turning around.
“Gears agreed to meet Hawk at the Crossroads, an old roadhouse two towns over at exactly noon,” Rage said. “Gears assured me Hawk and a couple of men would be there, but I don’t trust his words.”
Breaker finally finished his smoke. He checked his wristwatch. “That’s two hours from now. We’ll take a small team, ride up there,” Breaker said but Rage held out a hand.
“Someone has to watch the fort,” Rage interrupted.
Breaker narrowed his eyes and his body shook with anger. “Are you implying I should sit back while I let you and the others do all the work? I might be getting on in my years, Rage, but I want to look the bastard who wanted to steal my little girl right in the eyes before I gut him.”
“Breaker,” Rage said, trying to reason with his prez. “If it ends up being a trap, the MC will lose both of us if we die. What’s going to happen to our MC brothers, to Cassie then?”
Breaker contemplated his words for a moment. Then Breaker clenched his jaw. He knew Rage was right. It made sense if only one of them went. If Rage managed to bag Hawk, then it would be a victory for the club.
