Free Brazen (Motorcycle Club Romance): Ryder and Sawyer 2 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 6) by Savannah Rylan Page A

to catch a bullet between my own eyes, I needed to constantly be aware of my surroundings. Down the hall, I saw a body. Fuck, Blaze.
    Double checking that no one else was around, I knelt beside him. Oh, thank God he was breathing. That was not something I’d want to have to tell Trista. He was knocked out cold, though.
    “Psst.”
    My gun hand swung around, and Cruz held his hands up. “It’s just me,” he said, and pointed to a living room.
    “How many?” I asked.
    “Just one.”
    I nodded. “Okay. We go on three.” I held my fingers up, and we counted down.
    On three we barged in, but neither Axel nor any Las Almas were anywhere in sight.
    A girl, bloodied and beaten to a fucking pulp, was slumped over in a corner. “Where the fuck is Axel?” I screamed.
    She blinked up, unable to focus, as blood streaked down her dark eyes.  
    “Where is he?” I demanded.
    More tears streamed down her face as she curled herself into a tight ball. Guilt stabbed at my heartstrings for screaming at this chick, but I didn’t know who the hell she was. Axel was my brother, and I made a promise. I went to bend down to her level, but her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she was out fucking cold. I just hoped she wasn’t dead.
    “Cruz!”
    “I’m here.”
    “Stay with her. And see if she’s breathing.”
    I ran out of the house, and scanned the yard, looking for my brother. Around the house, I found him, swiping at his lip. “Son of a bitch got away. Ran like the motherfuckin’ coward he is.”
    “Fuck ‘em. Two of his guys are dead on the front porch. Paige is safe. She’s in the car. Go to her. I got this under control.”
    He didn’t even wait for me to finish my sentence before taking off. He was in deep for this girl.
    I turned back, and went to check on Cruz and the girl. I’d probably have to call Bones. She was going to need some medical attention for sure.
    Cruz stood as I entered. “She’s pretty bad off. Gonna call Bones?” I nodded, and he continued, ”What about the bodies?”
    “Least of my worries. Someone needs to call Trista, and tell her Blaze is unconscious.” 
     
     
     

TWO
    Ryder
    I called Raven’s Nest, and got Rev and Ace to come down to get rid of the bodies. Rev was a sick fuck who took pleasure in shit like that. I wouldn’t be surprised if he kept teeth or fingers as mementos.
    Once Blaze finally came to, and only once he was totally coherent, I called Trista. Fifteen minutes later, the front door flew open, and she stormed in.
    “What the fuck happened?” she demanded, as she scanned the room, looking for Blaze. Their eyes met briefly, and I could see the silent conversation they were having. Everyone knew they were fucking, but with the relief in her eyes, I knew it was becoming more. Why they continued to keep it quiet was beyond me.
    “This girl is pretty fucked up. I think we might need to bring her to an actual hospital,” Cruz said, as hovered over the chick that had passed out.
    Trista turned, eyes blazing with rage. “It’s best if you just shut the fuck up,” Trista said, and I grabbed her arm.
    “Down, girl,” I murmured. “Is she breathing, Cruz?”
    “Yeah, but barely.”
    “Then we’ll deal with it soon.”
    Trista twisted out of my grip, and shoved a finger into my chest. “Why should we deal with it? It’s not my fucking problem. I don’t even know who the hell she is. But, what is my problem is that two of our guys are carrying bodies into trunks right now, and Blaze…” She took a deep breath, and clenched her fists at her side. “Blaze could’ve been killed, and those two bodies being cleaned up could’ve easily been you and Axel’s.”
    It was normal for Trista to be worked up, but the panic in her voice, and the downright fear in her eyes, was anything but. “We’re okay,” I assured her.
    The stiffness in her stance softened as she turned to Axel who was cradling Paige on the sofa. “Is she okay?”
    Paige shook her head, but