Wolf (Devil's Fury MC 9) - Harley Wylde (best books to read now TXT) 📗

in the Devil’s Fury club, but more importantly, he’s claimed my granddaughter’s friend. One of the men behind me has ties to me as well. His woman is my granddaughter’s best friend. Both women are the daughters of the Dixie Reapers VP, and as most people know, my daughter is their President’s wife. So you see, the Devil’s Fury are my family.”

Saul glanced at us, his gaze lingering on Specter. “And him?”

Specter smile. “I’m just here for some fun. You like playing, right? I saw your video. Sloppy work. Don’t worry. I’ll be happy to show you how it’s done. Seems only fair since the Sons raped, tortured, and murdered my daughter.”

Saul definitely lost some color and motioned for his men to back up. “We didn’t realize our presence was a threat to your family, Mr. VanHorne. We will stop looking for the woman from the clinic.”

Specter moved closer, not making a fucking sound even as he stepped on leaves and twigs. “You’ll do more than that. You’ll move your pansy-ass cult. We don’t want you in this state. In fact, we don’t want you anywhere in the south, east, or mid-west. If we hear you’ve set up shop anywhere near any club we consider family or allies, we’ll both be coming for you.”

Saul’s hands shook and he looked ready to piss himself. “Mr. Specter, with all due respect, I was unaware your daughter had been taken by my brothers.”

Specter snarled. “I don’t give a shit if you knew. The result was the same.”

Saul turned to his men, only to discover they’d backed up so far he was left facing our group alone. And it seemed the big, bad man who could torture women wasn’t so tough when faced with a bunch of men.

“And if we don’t agree to your terms?” Saul asked.

Now that took some balls. He’d just told Specter and Casper to fuck off, just not in so many words. I grinned, pulling a knife from where I’d strapped it to my thigh. I had a gun with me, but I wanted to get up close and personal for this one. I wanted these fuckers to suffer. Looked like I’d get to blow off some steam after all. I heard each of my brothers arming themselves and knew we were going to have a bit of fun with these fuckers. And since they’d been given an out and not taken it, even the sick fucks they called family and friends wouldn’t be coming to settle the score. Not after they found out what we’d done to these assholes. I had no idea how Casper and Specter planned to make sure no other Sons came this way, but I knew they’d have something up their sleeves. Some way to guarantee this town, and our women, would be safe.

Casper let out a whistle and that was all it took. We advanced on the men, with Casper and Specter going for Saul. As much as I’d wanted him for myself, I focused on the others who were trying to escape. Beau had run around behind them and worked on herding them back toward us. Savage took the right flank and ran at them, ready to do some damage. Demon and I took the one in the middle. I sank my knife into the fucker’s gut as Demon slammed a set of brass knuckles into his jaw. Once we had him on the ground, Demon pounded the little shit, breaking as many bones as he could. The video I’d seen still fresh in my mind, I worked on exacting the same savagery on the asshole in front of me. I took his fingers. His ears. And any other parts I had access to.

Blood soaked the ground as all got justice for the sweet doc who’d lost her life, and all the others these bastards had tortured and killed. We made the men scream. Beg. It didn’t matter. We weren’t granting them any mercy. I watch as Beau pounded a guy so hard his face looked like raw hamburger, and his swings weren’t slowing even a little.

Casper and Specter had Saul on the ground. I noticed the glow of a phone screen and heard the little bitch sobbing as he spoke to someone on the other end of the line. The man on the ground in front of me had stopped breathing. Demon had moved on to get revenge on the others, and I stood to make my way over to Casper and Specter. I held back, not want to overstep. Instead, I decided to enjoy the show.

My blood pounded and adrenaline raced through me as I watched how brutal the two assassins were. I saw Badger filming the two of them and knew it would be a message to any other Sons of Vassago. They weren’t welcome here, and the same fate would befall any who dared step foot in our territory, or any other areas now under the protection of Casper and Specter.

When Saul had given his last gurgled breath, and the life had drained from his eyes, the other men were no longer recognizable as human, we all gathered in the center of the field.

“I’ll take care of the cleanup and delivery,” Specter said.

“Delivery?” Badger asked.

Specter nodded to the phone. “I’ll need that video footage, but I’ll also be sending a few pieces to some key figures in the Sons of Vassago. Not just stateside, but around the globe. It’s time to send a message. One they won’t forget.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “I mean, helping us. You don’t have any connection to our club, and as far I know, you aren’t connected to Casper.”

“Like I told the asshole earlier, the Sons of Vassago are responsible for the murder of my daughter. She was thirteen, and I’d thought I’d hidden her well. Maybe too well. No one knew she was mine. I’ve been biding my time. When Casper told me what was going on here and that he