Revenge (Broken Hounds MC Book 2)

by Brook Wilder

  The last time he’d seen anyone from his own unit they’d been so spread out they might as well be on different continents for all the good it would do them. Jackrabbit was stuck behind the armored jeep trying to get a clean shot and Hatchet had been pinned down in a different building.

  A sudden noise at his back had the breath backing up in his lungs until it felt like they were about to burst. The enemy was close and getting closer. Finn couldn’t move. His arms and legs refused to respond. His heart was beating so hard in his chest he was surprised the enemy soldier creeping closer couldn’t hear it.

  Finn heard the sound of the gun firing a second before the red-hot pain tore through his thigh. It took every ounce of his considerable willpower not to cry out in agony. He knew then. In that moment, he knew with a clarity that still shocked him. He knew he was going to die. And he knew that it wouldn’t matter. No one would give a fuck. Everyone he’d ever loved was dead. All he knew how to do was kill. To hunt and kill and follow orders. He’d lived as a soldier, and now, he would die as one.

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  Hannah bit her lip, not in nervousness although, logically, anyone in her position would be feeling more than a tad nervous. Scared even, perhaps. Terrified certainly wouldn’t be out of the question. Those would be completely justified emotions for most people who had just been wrongly kidnapped by a very large, very angry, and very notorious leader of a motorcycle gang who was intent on enacting revenge on anyone who got in his way.

  But Hannah Lacy Donahue wasn’t most people. And Mr. Muscles was about to find that out the hard way. The thought nearly had a smile curling Hannah’s lips. All of her concentration, however, was on getting the knot that tied her hands together loosened.

  She twisted her wrists back and forth, ignoring the way the rough rope was rubbing her skin raw. She would face a hell of a lot worse if she was still tied to that tree by the time the sun rose. Hannah glanced up into the night sky, the stars twinkling down in a field of lights that moved and glimmered in a beautiful dance against the indigo blue up above.

  But she was blind to its beauty. All she could see was him. His sharp jaw and even sharper tongue. His eyes, one minute as calm as a foggy morning and the next flashing steely gray, harder than metal and harsher than a blade. And just as violent.

  Hannah took a deep breath of the warm night air, trying to stay calm, trying to draw up every ounce of logic and rationale that she had. She knew if she let her emotions get the better of her she’d wind up tied to this tree for good, or worse.

  She lowered her gaze, peering into the darkness at the spot she knew Finn had laid down just before the sun had fallen for good. All she could see was a vague, shadowy shape but she knew it was him.

  Hannah desperately tried to remember everything she’d ever overheard about the man from Rachael or Jackrabbit but it wasn’t much. She hadn’t even known there was someone out to kill Jackrabbit and the Roadburners until she’d been suckered into driving a very pregnant Rachael to the crew’s clubhouse only to end up walking into the middle of a shootout.

  The memory drew up thoughts of her sister and she couldn’t help but say a quick, worried prayer for her. Hannah hoped she was okay, she hoped her baby niece was okay. God, she just hoped they all were okay.

  You better save a little bit of that concern for you yourself, a soft voice whispered in her thoughts, you are the one tied to a tree by a ruthless, determined killer.

  Hannah shivered at the adjectives her mind had conjured up about her kidnapper. She knew he’d served with Jackrabbit and Hatchet, that’s how they all knew each other. And she also knew that he was a trained sniper, one of the best. But she’d overheard Jackrabbit talking about him just one, about how the war had changed him, made him so much harder, destroyed any part of him that used to be kind or caring or compassionate. He was a soldier, through and through.

  Yeah, and now he’s a kidnapper. And the president of the motorcycle gang that’s trying to hurt your sister.

  Her dark eyebrows lowered in anger at the reminder and she once more set about loosening the knots that had her hands bound together. Hannah lost track of time as she worked at the rope. She didn’t notice the blood that was staining the rough material from where it had broken through her skin. She didn’t notice the sweat that beaded on her forehead. She could only think of one thing. Getting to her sister, and making sure she, and her baby, were safe.

  It seemed like an eternity had passed but finally she felt the knot give way and her heart nearly stopped beating then and there. After a moment the paralysis wore off and Hannah let the rope fall silently to the ground.

  She rubbed at her rope-burned wrists, trying to get some feeling back into them as her gaze locked once more on Finn’s shadowy shape. She cocked her head to one side, listening.

  Hannah held her breath as the sound of Finn’s deep, rhythmic breathing filled the air. This was it. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. He was finally asleep. Now it was time for her to make her move.

  Come on, Hannah, it’s now or never. Time to channel your inner Rachael and be brave for once in your life! The words helped for a second but a second was all she needed to overcome her fear and push to her sore, blistered feet. Once she did she froze once more as Finn’s husky voice cut through the air.

  “…No…Get away from me…Don’t make me shoot you…” His words were broken and odd sounding, as if he was speaking from far away and it only took Hannah a moment to realize that he was still asleep. He was having a dream. Or more like a nightmare by the sound of it.

  Hannah could hear him fighting in his sleep, reliving some terrible battle and for moment, she hesitated. Despite herself, despite how completely illogical it would be a part of her wanted to go to him, to take away the raw, tortured pain in his voice.

  She stood there longer than she should have, hoping that he would calm again but she could hear the turmoil as he turned and shifted on the hard ground, his muffled swears potent in the darkness.

  This is your only chance, Hannah told herself, forcing her feet to move as silently as they could in the opposite direction, you have to escape if you can. Warn Rachael.

  Without another glance back, Hannah set out into the dark forest. She didn’t even dare breathe in fear of waking Finn up but after she made it far enough away she broke into a light jog. Adrenaline and fear mixed together with a surprising exhilaration that spurred her feet on despite their abuse from the day before.

  That exhilaration made her want to laugh. Made her want to dance under the moonlight. It made her feel alive in a way that she hadn’t since…well, since their mother had abandoned her and her sister when they were only eight years old.

  It made her want to take risks. To do something the normal, logical Hannah never would have dreamed of. It made her understand, a little better at least, why her sister was always taking risks, no matter the consequences.

  Hannah heard the sound of a twig snapping behind her a half second before she felt the force of a massive body tackling hers. Finn’s body. She wasn’t sure how she knew it was him, but she knew it absolutely.

  The breath left her lungs in a rush but instead of hitting hard ground, Finn rolled at the last minute so that she landed on top of him. Not that he was any softer, her mind noted absently, along with the warmth of his body and the way hers seemed to melt against his despite their dire situation.

  Get a hold of yourself, Hannah! Focus! Be logical! The stern reminder had her backpedaling, trying desperately to ignore her bodies unexpected reaction but the next moment he was moving again, flipping them so she was on her back and he was pressed against her, holding her in place with all six and half feet of him.

  Her feet were about even with his knees. It seemed an odd thing for Hannah to focus on but anything was better as long as she could avoid the razor-sharp glare he was shooting at her from just a few millimeters away. He was so close she could feel the scruff of a few day’s growth on his jaw tickling her cheek.

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bsp; “What the hell do you think you’re doing.” Finn snarled the words low and soft and somehow more threatening because of it.

  “I’m escaping.” Hannah shot back, hating the sudden breathlessness in her voice.

  “Well, you’re doing a bad fucking job of it.”

  “Let me get up and I’ll give it another try. You know what they say, if at first you don’t succeed…” Hannah’s words trailed off as she watched the metallic gleam in his eyes soften for a moment and she had the odd sensation that he was about to laugh. But a moment later he was all hard, unbending steel once more.

  “I told you, Princess,” His voice dipped somehow even lower as he spoke again, “I told you that if you ran, I would catch you. And that you wouldn’t like it when I did.” He paused then, staring at her and Hannah felt as if the whole world had narrowed down to the small space between them. She watched as he seemed to struggle with himself for a moment before giving a quick shake of his head, “I warned you.”

  Before Hannah could make sense of his growled words, that space between them disappeared. Time slowed as his lips met hers. It wasn’t harsh or angry or aggressive. Those things she could have fought against. Instead, Finn’s mouth moved against hers with a soft urgency, teasing rather than taking, growing more intense as he tilted his head for a better angle and she had no defenses against it.

  Hannah gasped and he was there in an instant, swallowing her breath and tangling his tongue against hers. The kiss seemed to last forever. She felt like she was drowning, lost in the middle of a dark ocean with no sight of land.

  Finn reached out, grasping one of her wrists and Hannah stiffened, gasping again but this time in pain as her wounds pulsed back into life. He pulled back an instant later, holding her wrist up to his face in the moonlight.

  “Shit. What did you do, princess?” The question was murmured softly and she wasn’t even sure if was really asking her for an answer but she gave him one anyway.

  “I didn’t do anything. You were the one that tied me up, remember?” Hannah’s voice was just as soft as she spoke, not accusatory, just the pure statement of facts. “You could let me go, you know. You probably should. The cops still think you and your gang are on the run. You could just disappear. No need to add kidnapping to what I’m sure is an already impressive rap sheet.”

  “You don’t know anything about me, princess,” Finn said harshly, not responding to any of her other statements as he rose to his feet, pulling her gently up with him. Hannah huffed in annoyance as he once more drew out the length of rope. He pointed to a nearby tree. “Sit.”

  “So, I guess that’s a no on letting me go, then.” Hannah said on a sigh, doing what he asked because well, she didn’t exactly have a lot of options. And if she was honest with herself, that unexpected kiss had left her more shaken than she cared to admit. She sat and Finn made quick work of tying her up, running the rope around her waist this time before securing it to the trunk of the tree.

  After she was his prisoner once more he sat back on his heels, still kneeling next to her. His gaze was dark and unreadable as he spoke, “I can’t let you go, Hannah. You’re a hostage, like it or not. The sooner you get used to the idea, the better off you’ll be.”

  “Somehow, I doubt that.” Hannah whispered the words as Finn dropped to the ground a few feet away from her, his arms cross over his impressive chest. She didn’t know if she was referring to being Finn’s hostage, or her wayward body’s reaction to him, but either way she very much thought she wouldn’t be better off. Not even close.

  Chapter 3

  Hannah walked with her head down, Finn back in his usual spot behind her and today she was glad that he couldn’t see her face. For the hundredth time, she glanced at the sandals buckled on her feet. She’d didn’t know how, she didn’t know why. All she knew was that she’d woken up early that morning and they’d been there waiting for her.

  It seemed so out of character for him. And then after she’d awoken after the few hours of fitful sleep she’d managed, he’d kneeled next to her and wrapped her rope-burned wrists so gently it astounded her. Who was this man? And why was it so easy for him tie her up in knots? Literally, and figuratively, a snide inner voice whispered and Hannah rolled her eyes.

  But then her gaze dropped to the shoes once more and confusion filled her, confusion and something else. Gratitude, maybe?

  “Thank you,” The words were out of Hannah’s mouth before she could stop them and she wasn’t sure who was more surprised by them, her or Finn. She cast a look behind her to find him staring at her, his gray-eyed gaze shifting like mercury in the bright morning sunlight.

  Finn was silent for so long she was sure he wouldn’t say anything. Maybe he hadn’t even heard her words. But finally, he spoke, and when he did his tone was gruff, “For what?”

  “For what?” Hannah repeated, looking back at him once more, “For the shoes, of course. And this,” She nodded to her bandaged wrists and nearly missed the embarrassed shrug of his broad shoulders.

  “It was nothing. You would have just slowed me down. Couldn’t have that.”

  “Uh huh,” Hannah whispered, peering at him like a riddle she couldn’t quite solve. Hell, it might as well have been written in a different language altogether. “Don’t get me wrong. I understand the irony of thanking my kidnapper for solving the problem that he created in the first place,” Finn stiffened at her words as she continued, “but still, thank you nonetheless. And my feet are especially grateful.”

  Finn’s expression softened somewhat and finally he gave another shrug and a sigh. “You’re welcome. Just don’t get used to it,” His voice hardened once more, “Don’t expect any kindness from me. You’re a prisoner of war, princess, even if you don’t seem to realize it.”

  Hannah tilted her head, trying to understand him, his motives, but even she couldn’t puzzle out his convoluted actions, so at odds with his words.

  “Whatever you say, Mr. Finn.”

  “It’s not Mr. Finn,” he growled, just like she knew he would, “It’s Finn. Finn Walker. Finn is my first name.”

  “Alright then, Mr. Walker. Whatever you say.” Hannah turned back around but not before she saw his jaw tense and his expression darken. It was one thing to poke a caged bear to see how it would react, but there was nothing caged about Finn Walker, nothing controlled. On the surface, he looked calm but underneath she could sense a storm raging, a storm that could just as easily destroy her if accidentally unleashed.

  But even still, she couldn’t stop herself from asking aloud the questions that were burning inside her.

  “Where are you taking me, exactly? What is your plan? What are you going to do with me? Why do you want to hurt my sister?” They all fell out in a rush and she held her breath waiting for his answers. She was surprised when he spoke.

  “We are going to meet up with the rest of the M60’s, or what’s left of them after that fucking catastrophe at the Roadburner’s clubhouse,” Finn’s voice filled with a terrible rage but then he took a deep breath and continued, “My plan, well as to that you’ll just have to wait and see but just know that Jackrabbit, and Hatchet, and all those back stabbing bastards will get exactly what they deserve. And you?” He paused and she could practically hear the gears in his mind turning over the answer before he spoke again, “You’re going to help me get my revenge. One way or another.”

  “I really don’t think so.”

  “One way or another, princess,” Finn said again as if he hadn’t even heard her.

  “And my sister? Why do you want to hurt her?” Hannah bit her tongue before she could mention anything about Rachael’s newborn baby. She wasn’t about to give him any more information than he already had.

  “Collateral damage.” Finn answered with a nonchalance that had her seeing red.

  “She’s my sister, you…you asshole,” Hannah shouted with an uncharacteristic curse. “She’s not collateral damage or however you want to try and justify it. She’s an innocent h
uman being–.”

  “Innocent?” Finn shot back, his eyes wide in disbelief and suddenly he was standing right in front of her, toe to toe. “You really think she’s that innocent? Do you really think John Jackrabbit Dawes is innocent?” Finn practically spit out the man’s name and Hannah could feel his hatred, the animosity rolling off him in waves. “If she’s with that bastard, I can guarantee you she’s not innocent.”

  “Then what about me?” Hannah tilted her head to the side as she watched him struggle to find an answer.

  “You,” He paused again, his words stilted as he continued, “You were a mistake. But you can still be useful. One of the number one rules of war. Never give up an advantage.” He turned on the heel of his boots with a wave for her to follow him, “Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”