Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (most inspirational books .txt) 📕

broke her neck. Neptune was dead, and Siren just sat down cross-legged and waited for the doors to be opened.

The guards took her out, and just like before, they shackled her waist and feet along with her wrists. She shuffled out as the crowd around her roared in excitement, clapping and throwing tickets at her.

“Nico, you ready boy?” Harrington yelled as the crowd got louder at the sound of my name.

I walked to the box they’d just pulled the dead girl from. I never wanted to be in this box again, but I had no choice.

“We have another recruit. Let me introduce Red!” Harrington bellowed, and a big behemoth of a man started walking out. He had to be at least seven feet tall. I’d never seen anyone so fucking tall. He ducked and got into the clear box, taking up more space than I would have liked.

Vale grabbed me roughly and stood in front of me to undo my cuffs.

The monster inside aching to rip him to shreds.

“I would stand back if I were you, asshole. I might have to bite your face off.”

“I hope not, brother.” He whispered as he took his time to undo my wrist restraints. He raised his eyes to mine, “It’s me, Ink. We’re here with you, brother.”

I looked in his face; it was another joke. It had to be. I looked over his shoulder at someone laughing and drinking. He caught my gaze and gave me a wink.

Jameson.

I scanned the rest of the crowd, realizing it was infested with Wings. All of them dressed to the nines drinking and chewing the fat with the rest of The Giles’ friends. I saw Mack, Devin, and Yang. If they were there, the rest of the boys must not be far.

Storm pressed a small syringe in my hand. “It’ll knock him out. Once you get inside, the rest of us should be in position; shit’s going to go fast.” He whispered and nodded his head slightly.

I could have fucking cried in relief.

I stepped into the box, hiding the syringe from view. “Work with me, and you won’t die,” I said to the big man.

He looked around and then at me confused, but his stance eased up.

“I’m going to knock you out and then pull you to safety.”

“Fuck that. They told me what happens when the door closes.”

“Either get knocked out or get dead. Your choice.”

“Fuck you.” The door closed, and the big man started to swing.

I ducked the few I could before I was pushed into the wall we’d come in through, it popped open. And I fell on top of the man they called Red.

Both Ruby and Harrington ran toward us. Storm raised his weapon toward my head.

“Vale, get them!” Harrington screamed, just as they began to get closer to me. Storm turned and shot Harrington in the chest. A look of shock on his face as he fell to the ground.

Ruby stopped for a split second just in time to see her husband’s body falling to the ground, she caught him and wailed, loud and primally.

Just like Storm had said seconds earlier, shit was popping off quickly. Guards were being shot and stabbed by the guests. The guests being the Wings of Diablo MC. Those that tried to run were taken out by snipers from a distance. Within a matter of minutes, all the guards were taken down, and The Wings converged into the area in perfect fucking formation.

I was so damn proud.

“What in the ever-loving shit was that?” Wire roared when he finally made it down to where mostly everyone was dead or cowering down.

“Double pan,” Mack said from where he was standing, the black on black suit doing wonders to make him look extra civilized.

“Double plan?” Clean said, deciphering what Mack had said.

“Yeah, Roth, set it up. Start plan.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it was a smart plan,” Wire looked around, “why the fuck wasn’t I told.”

“We couldn’t tell you. We needed it to be as real as possible.” Jameson replied.

“It was a solid fucking plan, though,” Archer said from where he was standing.

Jameson smiled and reached over to give him a dap. We’d taken out an entire camp of them without them even knowing we were right under their noses.

“Who the hell are you guys?” The man I’d been fighting in the box said from where he was lying on the floor. Mack put his hand out and helped him up. He was mesmerized. I wouldn’t be surprised if we had a new prospect on our hands.

“You know where the grounds room is?”

“Yeah,” Red said.

“Good, I need you to go get me some shovels and the cart so we can move this fucking box. Bring it to the back where the graves are.” I ordered, and he didn’t hesitate, just went off and did what I asked. Yeah, he’d make a good prospect.

I looked around for my next victim, and hopefully, my last.

Ruby and Harrington were already near the main house; he was still alive. I could tell by how she was carrying him it wouldn’t be for long. That was okay. I didn’t need him to be alive; it was Ruby that I wanted.

“Storm, let me see your gun?” I put my hand out but didn’t bother to look at him.

He gave it right away.

“You going to take care of that?” Clean asked from the side.

“Yeah, I got them. Wire, this is going to take a minute. You want to check out the house. See if there’s anyone in there we missed or anything we want to take, whatever.”

I followed Ruby, making sure to keep them in my sights but never rushing to get them. She turned to see me following her, she cried, but she didn’t stop moving. She knew what she had coming, and she was scared. She should be.

***

What I had planned for them took a bit longer, but I had time.

“Nico, you know you don’t want to do this. People will come for you. They