“Sniper, I’m gonna come,” she mumbles underneath me.

Thank fuck. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out with her pussy squeezing my dick as if it’s the end of the fuckin’ world.

“Now,” I yell and my nuts release into her as her walls spasm around my dick.

We don’t move. We pant until we can’t hold our position any longer, and that’s when I pull out and collapse beside her.

“Well…” she mumbles as she tosses over.

Well. We just fucked shit up.

***

Chapter Eighteen

Sniper

We get a call from Juan about where some of the Cartel members are hiding out. And I itch to kill those sick fuckers after I find Piper and her friend Jinx. One way or another, I will get my revenge, and it will be anything but a kind way to die. Those fuckers will regret the day they took my best friend from me. A woman I fucking love.

“Sniper, brother, you gotta keep your head while we’re out there.” ZZ sits down and warns me.

Fucking easy for him to say. He is not the one who has a woman out there, having god knows what the fuck done to her. I am sick of my brothers saying shit that makes it sound like all is right in my goddamn world. All is not right. It is all kinds of fucked up.

When you steal from me, you better damn well make sure your ass hides because when I get a hold of you, you are fucking done for.

“I swear on my fuckin’ patch, if someone says somethin’ about my head one more time, I will fuckin’ put a bullet in ‘em, and yes, that includes you, too, ZZ. Yeah,” I hiss through my gritted teeth.

How could they be so fucking stupid? I am being perfectly rational, all things considered. I will be damned if the only chance I have at falling in love with a woman is ruined because she was taken from me. Do my brothers really know that little about me? Even if my love for Piper was not one I am willing to explore, they know better than to expect me to sit here and do fucking nothing. I make jokes, I play around, but I am not playing around with this shit.

“I get it. You care about her, but if you don’t think shit through, you might ruin your chance at findin’ her alive,” he says to me.

I jump up, grab him by the throat, and seethe with this new anger that has invaded me. “Do not fuckin’ suggest anythin’ about her bein’ dead to me ever fuckin’ again,” I roar and shove his body away. “Brother or not, I don’t give a fuck.”

Zig Zag shakes his head but does not lash back out at me. He gets up and walks away.

“That was uncalled for, Perseus.”

She did not fucking call me by my given name. “You aren’t supposed to be in here, Luce. Go the fuck away and don’t ever fuckin’ use my name again.”

I am beyond the limit that I can handle. I cannot take any more bullshit from anyone. I never knew caring about someone as much as I care about Piper would be this fucking stressful. It doesn’t help that, in my gut, it feels like I won’t see her again, or if I do, she won’t be the same when I get her back. None of those is options. There is no if. I have to keep reminding myself of that. And I will do everything in my power to make sure I help her get her normal self back. She has done it before, so I know she can do it again.

Of course, I understand that she will be forever changed by what has happened, but I will do my best at helping her heal and get her life back. Fuck. I am so conflicted about all of this. She healed on her own the last time, but our friendship wasn’t there then.

“Lighten the hell up. You’ll get her back,” Lucy snorts.

It takes all my might not to swing around and lash out at her. If I did not have a sexual past with her or a friendship with her, I would treat her as if she were a one night stand when she said that to me. Instead, I am going to take the high road and walk away. Our Prez is giving us the eye that it is time to go anyways.

I lower my shades before I open the door and wait beside my bike for the rest of the guys. I packed my guns hours ago. Now I want to shoot them. Well, I want to kill some fuckers. Shoot my guns means I want target practice and I don’t fucking need target practice. I am called Sniper for a reason.

“Ready for blood, brother,” Braxx asks as he straddles his bike.

“Fuck yeah I am.”

Let’s do this fucking shit.

And motorcycle after motorcycle roars out of the compound and down the streets that surround the compound. Not all the bikes could fit in the parking lot, and it is a bloody miracle no bikes have been harmed. The Cartel didn’t mess with the bikes because it is child’s play compared to taking people from us.

When we pull up to the first stop on Juan’s list, the quiet lets us know something is up at this location. We shut our bikes off at the same time and the eerie silence is a giant red flag. These guys make shitty criminals.

“ZZ and Pyro,” Braxxon says and motions with two fingers for them to go in first. “Sniper gets first dibs. Only wound. He has to work out some aggression and torture these fucks for some answers.”

Damn right I do.

Pyro stands to the side and ZZ kicks in the door and then pushes back against the wall to clear the doorway. When no gunshots are fired, he goes in first with his pistol aimed. Still no gunfire and whoever is in there waits for us to enter. We line the walls with our backs and scoot along the hallway of the old abandoned restaurant. I am calm before the storm. My mind is clear and my focus is on the kill, and even though I have not laid eyes my prey, I am clear as crystal.