LOKI

We pull up to Tryke’s place and Pixie, Sticks, Big Daddy, Cowboy, Tryke and myself dismount and head inside. “What are we looking for exactly?” Pixie asks.

“I put a GPS tracker on Rooster and Gunnar’s bikes. As long as they weren’t discovered, we can pinpoint his location.”

“And if he’s not on his bike?” I ask.

Tryke grins at me. “Then I have his car and his cell phone.”

“And if none of those come back?” Sticks asks.

“Then we’re fucked,” Tryke grumbles.

“Killjoy,” Big Daddy says. “Pull ‘em up. I’m losing patience with this.”

“On it,” Tryke says as he sits at his bank of computers in the living room. I never understood half this shit, but he’s definitely got everything he needs to do what he’s doing. Big Daddy spared no expense when it came to all this shit. Tryke had his own nest egg, but the club paid for it all. Some of the equipment came from Sketch and the ATF. We’ll have to return it eventually.

He clicks some buttons and the big screen comes on. I can’t tell what’s happening, I’m too stupid for this shit, but as long as he knows, we’re golden.

I’m watching the screen when three feeds come up, one in Rooster’s office at his house, the safe sitting open, no doubt the way Whistler left it. The next is the clubhouse, which is rotating between cameras. Apparently, a bunch of the guys went back there because the place is crawling with people.

“What’s gonna happen with Taz?” I ask.

“She’s banned from the club,” Cowboy says.

“That’s it?” I ask. “he tried to kill me, nearly killed Kiwi, and you’re only gonna ban her from the club?”

“Don’t push it,” Sticks snaps. “She did what she did because she didn’t have a choice. For whores like her, banishment from the club is a life sentence. Short of killing her and leaving her kid without a mother, there ain’t much we can do besides have her arrested. Attempted murder of you, plus assaulting your old lady would carry at least a twenty-year sentence. So again, we banned her from the club. Shifter’s not far behind.”

I nod. I guess it could be worse. I want her dead, but not at the expense of Hunter living his life without his mother. Bad enough his father’s a bastard when it comes to him and Taz.

My eyes roam down to the third screen. “Is that…” I step closer to it, “Kiwi’s house?” I ask him.

“Yup, installed it a few days ago,” he tells me.

“When?”

“I’m pretty sure you were rocking her world,” Pixie adds and I look at Tryke in time to see him shudder. I swallow my chuckle as I turn back to the screen. The cameras at Kiwi’s switch between inside and outside the house. One of them lands on Piper’s room. I can see she’s sound asleep, oblivious to anything else going on.

A fourth camera pops up. “Jesus, ya fucking voyeur,” I grumble as my house pops up. The feed flips between different cameras before landing on my bedroom and Kiwi sleeping. “Can you change that?” I groan as I see Kiwi sleeping, on her back, her tits out.

“Leave some clothes on her next time,” Tryke says and the camera shifts, flipping through the feeds. On the outside camera I see Axel on his bike smoking. “Alright, here’s his phone, though it’s off. The last location was the warehouse.” He clicks some keys. “His truck is showing parked at his house.” Another camera pops up and I assume it’s Gunnar’s place.

“Fucking pig,” Cowboy grumbles and I have to agree with him. It either looks like the man hasn’t got a clue what a rag is, or he’s never around there long enough to do anything about it.

“We can go back through the footage later,” Tryke says. “If he was there, it might give us a time frame on how far away he is. But he didn’t take his cage.” Our term for cars – you’re caged in, no wind in your face, no open road beneath your feet. There’s some more clicking on the keyboard. “And this is his bike…” he pauses, drawing out the word slowly. “That’s impossible.”

“He found the GPS?” Big Daddy asks.

“Had to, or he got rid of his bike, which I don’t see happening.”

“When was the last time anyone saw him on it?” I ask.

“The funeral,” Pixie says. “We were all riding.”

“He had to have found it, though I don’t know how that’s possible,” Tryke says. “It’s nearly fucking invisible and…shit.” Something dawns on him. “He swapped his wheels. I clipped it on a spoke.”

“Well, there goes that,” I grumble.

“Wait,” Tryke says. “His phone just came back on.”

“Where?” Sticks asks.

“Triangulating now, give it a sec,” Tryke says distractedly as he watches his monitor.

“How’d you even get the phone’s GPS anyway?” Cowboy asks.

“Church,” Tryke says.

“Ahh,” Cowboy says as if that answers everything. It sort of does. Phones aren’t allowed in church; therefore it would be easy to snag it because they’re all in a box while we’re in our club meeting.

“Okay, got it,” Tryke says and the screen changes to a map, covering the cameras. “He’s outside Pixie Sticks,” he says.

“Prolly went to check and see if I was dead, which means he has no idea what Rooster was doing.”

“We got eyes on Taz?” Pixie asks.

“No,” Big Daddy snaps. “What happens to her now is her problem. If something happens to Hunter, it’s her issue unless Shifter comes to us, and even that’s a stretch.” Big Daddy is pissed and I can’t say I blame him. Taz fucked up royally tonight. Not only did it get Rooster shot by Kiwi, but gave Sketch more problems to deal with than he should have. I should be grateful he’s not pissed at Lily because he has every right to be.

“We ridin’?” Pixie asks.

“Let’s do it,” I add.

“Can you bring this shit with you?” Sticks asks Tryke.

“Yeah,” he says before closing one of his computers and tossing it in a bag.

“Then let’s go,” I say as I head for the door.

IN THE DARKNESS

I lick my lips as I watch her chest rise and fall.

Her tits exposed, nipples hard.

My cock is throbbing, but I’m biding my time, waiting patiently for the right moment to strike.

I finally have her in my sights.

It’s time to take down the cunt who showed up and ruined everything,

KIWI

“Mmm,” I moan as Loki’s beard tickles my back. His body presses against mine. Still clothed, that’s disappointing.

I lull in and out of consciousness as Loki continues kissing and licking up and down my back, but it’s weird. The beard feels too long, the lips too rough and the mouth too wet. “Loki,” I moan.

“Guess again, bitch.”

Before I can react, my mouth and nose are covered by something and I’m breathing something in with a noxious smell. My head starts swimming, and my world spins into blackness once again.