My head is pounding like a motherfucker. Shit. No high leaves a hangover this damn rough. I try to remember…
And she’s the first thing to come to mind. Frey.
Pushing myself up from the floor, I scan the room in search of her as it all comes rushing back.
Silas. That stupid, twisted son of a bitch. He went too far this time. He crossed a line.
And there’s nothing I can fucking do…
They wouldn’t have taken her to the usual compound. No. They’d bring her somewhere more secure. But where?
“Fuck,” I bark, staggering to the living room, searching erratically for my phone.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I nearly tear the whole place apart until I find it buried between the couch cushions. Then, I dial a number from memory, fighting back lingering unease. I can get on a moral high horse later. Desperate times and shit.
Ben can’t get involved, given his proximity to the crew. Neither can Chris. As I go down the list of potential allies, it’s pretty fucking short.
Unless…
I only know of one sick bastard twisted enough to outsmart the Saints. One psychopath capable of going against Silas.
As if drawn to the danger, he answers on the first ring.
“I only gave one man this number. You better be him.” His voice is as unhinged as I remember. Like he’s always on the verge of a murderous tirade.
It’s music to my damn ears.
“Daze?”
“It’s me, Damien. I need that favor you owe me,” I tell him.
A sane man might ask questions. Not him. He doesn’t even hesitate, “When and where?”
I sigh. Relieved? I don’t know. All I can think of is her. That innocent fucking face and those wide, green eyes. “Now,” I say. “We’ll need extra muscle. How fast can you get here?”
“We’re already on our way, D,” Damien grunts. “Just remember, nice and clean isn’t my style.”
“Good,” I snap. Silas has it coming. If he wants to go to war, then so be it. “Bring me all you got.”
With that, the line goes dead, and there isn’t time to second-guess the choice I’ve just made.
By going after Silas directly, I’m signing myself up for a lifetime of hell. He and his crew will never let me live this down. In that case…
Why not call in the devil?
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