Edge Of Fear (Arrow's Edge MC Book 4) by Freya Barker (best love novels of all time .TXT) 📗

He grinds his hips into me and I’m horrified to feel his erection pressing against my stomach.

“But best of all, I get to destroy my brother when I make him watch me kill you.”

Suddenly he ducks his head and bites down on my breast so hard I scream.

“Yeah. My mark on you now.”

His head snaps up and he turns to the window.

“They’re here,” he whispers. “And we’re ready for them.”

I hear it then, the rumble of motorcycles.

CHAPTER 27

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“YOU’RE NOT GOING in alone,” Ouray says. “We’re gonna be smart about it.”

If Ravi hadn’t been there, scared out of his mind, I would’ve already been barreling down the highway to the Amontinados compound just outside Farmington.

And I would’ve driven straight into a trap without knowing it.

After finding Ravi, we hauled ass back to the clubhouse where Ouray was waiting with the news that he’d just received a tip. From none other than Manny Salinas. He pointed to a location north of Farmington, not too far from the Amontinados compound. A group of abandoned buildings, used frequently for drug deals, where he said a woman was seen hauled from a car into one of the buildings.

“You don’t get it,” I tell Ouray, feeling a sense of urgency. “This is about me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he answers calmly. “Luna’s on her way there. FBI is already on it. They plan to send up a drone to get a lay of the land. We’re not going in blind.”

“Fine,” I grind out. “But we’ve got a fucking hour’s drive to get there. Let’s get going.”

He nods at Honon and Yuma to step aside. They’ve been blocking the door, ready to take me down should I try to leave.

“All right. Let’s arm up and roll. We rendezvous with law enforcement in the Mountain Bike Trailhead parking lot at the end of Foothills Drive. Better fucking dust off your vests.”

The next five minutes is chaos, digging up and donning bulletproof vests that haven’t seen the light of day in over a decade, and stuffing as much ammo and weaponry as possible in pockets and saddlebags. We’re ready for battle by the time we get on our bikes.

Brick, who is staying behind with Shilah and Lisa to look after the kids, walks up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Trust you to bring her home, brother, but lead with your head, not your heart.”

I nod, even though I’m not so sure I’ll be able to deliver.

Ouray pulls out, then Paco, and I follow with the rest of my brothers filing in behind me.

The longest fucking ride of my life, but at least Ouray set a good pace.

We roll onto the parking lot just north of Farmington barely forty-five minutes later. A large van and a couple of unmarked vehicles are parked at the far end. I see Gomez and Luna, as well as a guy I don’t know, breaking away from a group gathered beside the van.

“Special Agent in Charge Wainer,” the stranger introduces himself when they reach us, and doesn’t waste time waiting for a response before he lays it out for us. “Five buildings total. Two on the right and three on the left when you pull in from the road. Seven bikes and a car parked at the back of the complex. Three guys with long rifles on the roof. Second building on the right, second and third building on the left.”

“We figure at least eight guys there, though,” Gomez interjects. “Which means we don’t have a bead on five of them.”

“Four, actually,” Wainer says. “We watched one of them go into the center building on the east side. He’s still in there. I have three of my agents already on the ground standing by. Only way in without alerting them was on foot. My guys can take out the three snipers on the roofs, but they’re gonna need a distraction. That’s where you guys come in.”

Manny and his guys are expecting us, so Wainer wants us to ride in, but stop at the entrance and make a ruckus while his agents disable the first three and take over their positions on the roofs. He’s hoping we draw the others out and his guys can pick them off. At the same time Luna, Gomez, Wainer himself, and one other agent will come up behind us.

Too many loose ends for a watertight plan but we’re running out of time. Fuck, Sophia is running out of time.

I manage to talk Ouray—with the help of his wife—into letting me take the lead, since I’m convinced Manny has plans for me that don’t include shooting me on sight.

I’ve always known part of him blamed me for what happened—fuck, I’ve blamed me—but he was good at hiding it. For a while there brotherhood won out, but since he broke away from Arrow’s Edge his resentment for me has only grown. It probably didn’t help that I turned him down when he asked me to go with him.

Guess the time for reckoning has come.

My heart is pounding in my chest when I lead the pack into the abandoned complex. My eyes dart around, hoping to see some movement, anything to alert me to their locations. As agreed, I stop, the other guys pulling up as close as they can behind me, reducing the target.

“Salinas! Show your coward face, hijo de puta!”

I pull my gun and aim it in the air, shooting off three rounds. The agreed upon signal to the agents. Behind me a volley of shots go off as my brothers do the same. Immediately there’s return fire from a main floor doorway on the far right. There was bound to be at least one nervous trigger finger in the bunch.

I aim at the doorway and fire back. Chaos ensues and I crouch down using my bike for cover as bullets start flying from all directions.

At the sound of glass shattering, I look to my left. Shards are still sticking up from the frame of a window on the second