Free Captured: Hunted Love #3 by Aden Lowe

raise the dead.
    Kellen could party with the best and he wasn't above scaring bitches a little, but he drew the line at outright rape. And that's exactly what this was setting up to become. Between that and the shit with Trip, it was time to step in.
    He darted around the front of the truck and grabbed a handful of Eric The Red's hair and tucked the muzzle of the Colt against the base of his skull and spun to put the Demon Prez between himself and the rest of the camp. The brunette screamed and ran to one of the other women she'd arrived with, tears ruining her careful makeup.
    "Okay, motherfuckers, listen up."
    The camp went silent and all eyes turned toward him. The Raiders who'd been left on watch signaled to let him know they would back his play. Hack edged away from the pair of Demons who had blocked his intervention. Another Raider moved to shut the music off.
    Kellen dug the Colt's muzzle just a bit harder into the muscles at the base of Eric's skull and spoke loud enough for the whole camp to hear. "Hell Raiders and Red Demons are supposed to be on a joint mission. Allies. That is not what this look like. No, Eric, this looks like one of two things. Either you've lost control of your club and they no longer follow you and just do whatever the hell they dream up, or this camp was a fucking setup. So I call on the Demon VP for an answer. Which is it?"
    The Demon VP, not far away, started to say something, but Eric laughed aloud and interrupted. "Come on, Kellen, this is just a party that got a little out of hand. Not my fault your boy has a thing for little kids." He spread his arms loosely at his sides and Kellen put more pressure on the Colt, bowing Eric's head back. "Come on man, get some pussy and relax a little."
    "I don't think so. Raiders, mount up. We roll."
    In the near silence that followed, the Raiders quickly gathered whatever belongings they had unpacked and in a matter of minutes, they were ready. Someone had even grabbed Kellen's bedroll.
    With the men ready to move out, Kellen gave Eric's hair a twist, wrenching his head back farther. "If I find out this was a double-cross, Eric, you know what it means. We roll at first light and the Demons better be ready or we go on without you." The shove he gave Eric sent the other man sprawling. The deliberate insult to a club President would not be forgiven, but Kellen was beyond caring.
    This job felt fucked from the start. Once more, the little voice in the back of his head, the one he usually listened to, insisted he and the Raiders should refuse the job and go home. That voice had stood him in good stead over the years, but this time, the need for vengeance outweighed it. He intended to taste Jakob Barger's blood. Soon. The Raiders roared away from the field, back the way they'd come.
    Roughly three miles back, Kellen led them back another dirt lane to a sloping field behind a caved in barn. The younger men weren't entirely thrilled with leaving the whole party behind, but they knew better than argue. Very quickly, they settled into a dark camp. The men bedded down right away, except for Lefty and Dix, assigned to keep watch for the first two hours.
    Finally, with everyone settled, Kellen collapsed to his blankets, weary from the bullshit. He wanted call Vicky back, wanted to hear that sexy voice, but getting his rocks off would have to wait. He needed sleep to be clear-headed for the rest of the journey ahead. Eric The Red wouldn't get a chance to ambush the Raiders again.
    The vibration of his phone interrupted his thoughts. Vicky? He smiled and swiped the screen to reveal the text. Rather than the hard-on inspiring message he expected from Vicky, some bullshit from his half-brother filled the screen. Fucking bastard.
     
    Alexander says Barger is taken care of already but he wants you to do the rest of it.
     
    Rage burned through Kellen's belly. All this way for nothing.
     
    I'm going home.
     
    He'll give you double. Really wants you to do this