Free Redemption by LS Silverii Page B

so many others. This was a chance to strike back at pure fucking evil.
    “Best we know is that Gray Man and Worthington have Dragon Mike in Sonoma Valley. It’s been several days since Justice or I’ve heard from him. Gray Man is still e-mailing Abigail to complete this gun deal though,” St. John said.
    Abigail felt her courage wane once the reality of what they were attempting set in. She’d been brave and even reckless before but this was on another level she couldn’t comprehend.
    She raised her hand. “He just reached out again and wants to know if this is going to happen.” Her voice started out strong, but then cracked and quavered at the reality of being contacted by a horrific serial killer. She realized she’d shared way too much of her personal information with him. Unless they got him, she’d become a target for sure. His death was her only freedom.
    “Thanks, and reply with a yes,” St. John said. “What bothers me is that he actually watched his father confess to setting up the rip off, yet he’s still trying to go through with this deal.”
    Lawless leaned against a far wall, keeping distance from his blood brothers. “Maybe it was only video feeds. Or, he’s looking to play this scenario to the end. He knows about you outlaws. The big question is, does he know Abigail is working with you or does he think she’s still against you?”
    “I think she needs to go face-to-face with Gray Man. If they are seriously discussing a quarter million dollar gun deal, then a meeting shouldn’t be out of the question,” Justice suggested.
    She fell dizzy. Leaning her head against the wall only made the spinning worse. She gagged once, and then again. Abigail wanted to ask what the fuck were they using her for, but she knew the answer. Bait.
    St. John stood. He looked less sure of himself than usual. He’d been put in a shitty situation of having to mediate between his agency co-workers and his outlaw brothers. She hoped his intentions were to protect her, though she didn’t doubt him.
    “Not only no, but hell no. We are not going to dangle her in front of this fucking psychopath.” He was pissed at their suggestion. “She’ll continue emailing details and set a meet location. If he comes alone, then the rest of you will assault his compound to rescue Dragon Mike. If Worthington is with him, we snatch them both and mutilate them until they squeeze info.” His fist slammed into the metal desktop. The crash reverberated throughout the mini-mall, but he intended his fury would be felt far beyond those walls.
    Abigail felt out of body as she watched. The heat from all eyes on her caused her to blush as if her skin was on fire. She was just a single mother who’d lost her baby—what the fuck were they looking at? She rolled onto her hands and knees, but quivering muscles kept her from standing up. It was still so overwhelming. Even speech evaded her—she was bait.
    St. John helped her up after the meeting and they moved to an isolated room. His thick, hard hands always touched her so gently. No one was ever tender with her. Even her parents, when they weren’t fucked up on dope or hiding from the Las Vegas Metro cops, were never gentle. She trusted St. John, but still waited for the other shoe to fall. It never had with him, but she waited. He was a good man caught in a complex situation—he’d always fight for the underdog.
    “Baby, you’re going to be okay,” He said, but his eyes said the opposite.
    When her hands slipped around the back of his neck, she felt him relax. She pulled him close and kissed him but sensed reluctance.
    “What’s wrong?”
    His dark eyes moistened. The cleft in his granite chin dipped deep as he forced a sweet smile to mask a soft look of concern. “I can’t lose you, Abigail. You’ve saved me.”
    “How, baby?” The tattoo that Rage had torn into her wrist caught her eye as she stroked his cheek. The sight of the punishment ink sickened her.
    “This has been