Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

"Do you not hear that fucking alarm?" I don't know who that is.

"Fucking hell, who the fuck would do some shit like this."

"Winnie, take the girls to the cabins." I think it's Wyatt who orders out.

I hear a bit of a commotion and then the door swings open. Wyatt rushes in with his gun drawn, but he doesn't check his surroundings. I quickly reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and pull him backwards until his back is pressed against my front and shielding me from everyone else. I have been here for a little over fifteen minutes and had already managed to infiltrate their clubhouse, go through all their belongings and take a fucking hostage. It's sad.

"Let him fucking go!"

I peek over Wyatt's shoulder making sure to keep my head tucked as far behind Wyatt as I can. The last thing I want is for one of them to blow my fucking head off.

"No. Don't think I will." I do a piss poor job of disguising my voice, but they don't seem to realize that it's me.

"You fucked up, I promise that you won't leave here alive." Spark says as he moves further to the side to get a better view of me. I believe him, if I were an actual threat, they would for sure be able to put me down. The problem is would they be able to do it before I killed Wyatt? I highly doubt it.

"How you going to do that when I have your president? I know you won't kill him to get to me. So, what?" I almost laugh.

"The fuck they won't." Wyatt says with my arm tightly wrapped around his neck, I loosen a bit not wanting him to pass out or any shit like that. Still, I don’t want him to get away. "Shoot this bastard, right now." He orders.

I see Brendan moving around trying to get a shot, but I don't move. When he moves down trying to possibly see a spot on my leg that he could hit I knew the gig was up. Brendan is not one to fuck around with and I would rather not have a bullet dug out of my leg if I didn't need to.

"You know you smell like vanilla and roses. You awfully pretty Wyatt." I say in his ear and can feel him cringe a bit.

"What the fuck?" He tries to turn and I let him.

"You need better security, this shouldn't have been this easy." I say as he turns and blinks a few times trying to understand what he is seeing. "I don't think your pops or Genie would have had the clubhouse like this."

"Oh shit. You motherfucker!" He finally realizes that it's me and pulls his arms up into a hug.

"Ummm? What the hell is going on?" Cody asks.

I pull away from Wyatt and stand out where they can see me. "Hey boys."

"Oh, what the fuck man." Spark pulls his gun up and activates the safety.

"Oh Shit! Wire! What the hell are you doing here?" They all start to converge on me now that they realize I'm not really a threat, but instead family. A nagging voice in my head says over and over again, I was the same way as them. I trusted people, because I’d thought they were family when it was my family that betrayed me.

"Wyatt. You need to check my person or have one of your boys do it." I tell them.

"What?" He looks at me like I'm crazy and maybe I am. Only I don't want them to make the same mistakes that I did. I've been inside their clubhouse without their knowledge or consent.

"Brother. I've been in here for over twenty minutes now. I've gone through your rooms, even into your church. You have no idea what I could have on my person."

"Nothing. Why would you have something on your person? You're our brother."

"Rooster was my brother. Vale was my brother. Ripper was my brother." I spit back immediately.

"Are you saying that you're going against us?" Cody says still standing off to the side.

"Hell no and I never would. But you don 't know that until you check. So do your checks." I put my hands up and Brendan is the one to step up to check me. Of course, he finds nothing on my person besides my wallet, keys, gun, knife, and phone. I'm no fucking traitor.

"He's good Wyatt." He turns to his older brother and president before he walks away.

"I know it. Come on Wire. Let's go out and have a brew." Wyatt claps a hand on my shoulder, and we walk outside.

"You scared the shit out of us." Spark says as he walks by us.

"Yeah, lessoned learned right?" I look to Wyatt and hope to God that he sees the many blaring errors.

"Yeah bro, we got it. I'll have Brendan and Spark work on some security improvements."

I nod my head, now a little more at ease that they are going to get things safer. I couldn't keep my clubhouse safe. I shut my eyes for a second and see Keeley and Lily as they walk out of the clubhouse, because I couldn't keep them safe.

"Wire, you good?" Cody asks handing a beer in my direction. I have no idea how long he's been there.

"Hmm. Yeah. Sorry it's been a long ride." I take the beer and quickly open it. The bubbly liquid doing nothing to silence the guilt inside of me.

"I should have known that it was you. Uncle Genie called us a few days ago to let us know that you would be on your way down. You got into some trouble up there?" Wyatt asks.

"I get into trouble everywhere." I chuckle slightly, "But I was going to be coming this way anyway. I'm hoping Brendan has some information for me."

"Ahh. Keeley?" Wyatt shakes his head knowingly.

My wife, Keeley is the daughter of the leader of the Juric Crime Family. The largest family in