Shot to Hell (Four Horsemen MC #7) Read Online Free

anything suspicious?”
    They’d lost the cartel’s heroin days ago. The shipment hadn’t made its way to Dallas because the Raptors had run off with it, and it was anyone’s guess what they’d done with the drugs. Sold it off to some drug dealers? Made a deal with the Feds? Or with another cartel?
    Everyone shook their heads.
    “No sign of the cartel. Yet.” Voo had a grim mug.
    It didn’t bode well. The grace period was bound to end soon enough and in the bloodiest way possible. Tres Erre left hacked up bodies in the street as a warning. Steele imagined the club members’ fates would be worse.
    “Keep your eyes peeled,” Axel said. “Meanwhile, we’ve got a lead on Coyote’s whereabouts. I’ve been reachin’ out to friendly clubs in the area, seein’ if they got any intel on where the Raptors might be holed up. I got a lead, but it’s a shaky one. There’s a flophouse outside of Canyon City. At one time, it belonged to one of the members, Junior. I guess he inherited it from a relative but didn’t have enough money to keep it up.”
    “Fucking Junior,” Cowboy bit out.
    Steele remembered the name. Junior had been the bastard who’d tried to rape Daisy at the Raptors’ now defunct strip club, the Pussycat Palace, when she’d been working undercover, trying to find Rose.
    Axel continued on. “I need a couple volunteers to check it out.”
    Everyone raised their hands.
    Axel pointed to Steele. “You sure you wanna go?”
    Steele rubbed at his chest self-consciously. “I went to the last couple spots.” He wanted to be involved in the search party. He couldn’t sit around waiting for a miracle. “I’m fine.” He glanced at Duke for some backup.
    “His wounds are healin’, so I don’t see no harm in it. Speakin’ of, I need to check the bandages when we’re done here,” Duke said.
    Steele nodded.
    Duke had been a medic in his Special Forces unit.  Before he joined the military, he’d been in med school. While he hadn’t graduated, his brother served as the club’s official doctor. Despite his lack of bedside manner, Duke knew what the hell he was doin’, although he was a creepy son of a bitch.  
    “I’m all over this, Axel,” Steele put in. “If you’re cool?”
    Axel got a pinched look, the one he used when he was thinking real hard. “Fine by me, but pick a brother to go with you.”
    “Seriously, I got this. I can do one bitty scout mission on my own.” He’d already fucked this up real good. Damn if he’d let those asshats get a hold of another brother.
    “Yeah, lone-wolfing it ain’t an option,” Axel said. “Choose or I choose for you.”
    Fuck it all. Steele pointed to Justice. Both of them had military training and were good shots.
    Justice had been a Navy SEAL, though he almost never talked about his time in the service, which was a shame. Steele bet Justice had some damn good stories. If Steele had made it through BUD/S training, which was rumored to be a real bitch, he’d never have shut up about how he’d come out on top.
    “We’ll meet at my place at nine,” Steele told Justice. “Then we’ll head over to Canyon City.”
    His brother nodded. “I’ll be there.”
    Justice stood around six feet with light brown hair and blue eyes. The dude had shadows beneath his eyes and smelled like weed most of the time. He had a couple days’ worth of stubble and wore a gray shirt beneath his Horsemen hoodie and cut. His clothing was rumpled, like he’d picked them up off the floor moments before he’d put them on. Steele didn’t have a clue how old Justice was, but he appeared to be in his thirties.
    “Go in stealthy—no cuts and no bikes. I want you to take a club cage and keep it quiet-like,” Axel ordered. “And I’ll text you the address later today.”
    “Got it, prez,” Steele said.  
    “Good. Anyone else wanna add somethin’?” Axel asked.
    No one piped up.
    Get us the fuck out of here. Steele finally had a lead, and with any luck, he’d