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They nod, taking off for the lot where their motorcycles are parked. Onyx heads to the garage.

My adrenaline spikes. I live for this. We haven’t had a good showdown since we took the cartel out and rescued Jade. This shit is what makes the Stilettos who we are. We are not afraid to do what has to be done. Myself and Sapphire will lead the interrogation, and damn straight I’m looking forward to it.

If we can grab her, nobody will know. Lanzetti won’t be any the wiser.

We charge for our motorcycles, but Sapphire is in the lead. The gate slides open, Gem noticing the sudden charge for our bikes; she’s quick to act.

I hop onto my beast, and she roars to life. I’m a few seconds behind Sapphire. Diamond and Jade flanking me, Pearl behind, and Onyx in the truck.

It’s not far to our neighbor’s property, and sure enough, in the distance, a motorcycle roars toward us. In all of a few moments, we’re in the thick of it, flying down the road. When Fury spots us she tries to make a quick U-turn, swerving to head back the way she came. If she makes it to Lanzetti’s gate, she may just get back inside, and then we’re fucked.

No!

This is our one fucking shot. I rev the accelerator and push my motorcycle faster than the speed of light. It’s a win for us as Fury’s motorcycle wobbles when she takes the turn too fast, skidding and almost falling off. Somehow, she keeps the bike upright, but Sapphire is right there, using the error to her advantage.

I gape when Sapphire nudges Fury’s fender with her own from behind; this time she does fly off, her motorcycle driving itself as she crashes to the ground. We’ll have to get Gem or Coral to come retrieve it, so no evidence is left, but the important thing is Fury is down.

Sapphire stops her motorcycle as I join her, kicking the stand down before I hop off. Fury rolled onto the asphalt and flipped a few times. She’s not badly hurt because she wasn’t at full speed when she did the U-turn, but she’s scraped to high heaven.

“You fucking bitches!” Fury screams.

I grab the lapels of her cut, beating Sapphire to it, and punch her in the face. She blinks, her body going limp. Then she passes out, blood spurting out of her nose as I wince at the mess.

“She’s a chump.” I sigh. “I didn’t even hit her that hard.”

“Remind me not to mess with you.” Sapphire gives me a satisfied smile. “Let’s get her back to the clubhouse pronto.”

Diamond and the others arrive, and we haul her into the back of the truck.

I ring Dustin. “Need you,” I say when he picks up.

“I’m there, what’s up?”

“It’s a long story, but we have Fury in the truck. We need her motorcycle. We’re about half a mile toward Lanzetti’s.”

“On it.”

That’s the thing about Dustin, he doesn’t waste time with stupid questions.

We head to the clubhouse, Fury on board. I cannot wait to see what this bitch has to say for herself.

CHAPTER 12

DRIFTER

The Stilettos did it. But, of course, they did. I had no fucking doubt they’d pull it off.

When I saw Fury’s flaming hair—and trust me, it’s not a nice red like Ruby’s; it’s burnt orange, and not in a good way—I didn’t think twice. I don’t know what the fuck she was doing here, but I saw her and Ricky talking inside. Something went down, and then she left.

The Stilettos are in top gear, and it makes me a little proud that I had something to do with the takedown.

An incoming text from Ruby has me in high alert.

Princess

We got her. We fucking got her!

Drifter