My Iron Knight by S. J. Coles

Author:S. J. Coles [Coles, S. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBTQIA Romance Fiction
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2022-02-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Dash spent the rest of the day in the relative cool of the back garage, tearing chucks off the twisted hulk of the wrecked Kalashnikov. He’d sent a couple of prospects to pick it up and didn’t need to be a mind reader to interpret the looks on their faces when they unloaded it.

“As far as the world’s concerned, it’s business as usual,” he’d said firmly and they’d loped off, hands in their pockets, muttering.

Engine parts and dented sheets of the chassis now lay scattered around Dash’s feet. Sweat ran down his bare chest and back, slicking his bandana to his head. Every bit of broken metal he yanked off the bike made him feel less numb, but at no point did he get close to feeling good.

“Don’t know why you’re bothering,” Zara muttered when she sought him out as evening finally began to draw in. “Even if it ever drives again, it’ll always have been that piece of murdering shit’s ride.”

“It helps me think,” Dash muttered as he threw a spanner into the toolbox and searched for a socket wrench.

“And what have you thought of?”

Dash fiddled with the wrench, staring at the gutted engine. “Kitty get anything from his phone?”

Zara shook her head. “It was pretty beat up. Could hardly get anything. But she did find something that helped her make sense of something she dug up elsewhere.”

“What?”

“That two-week deadline she gave us?” Zara’s eyes were hard. “Looks like that’s the first big shipment. Last night was just a test run.”

Dash ground his teeth. “A test run? With kids?”

“Yeah.”

Dash looked away. “How are they?”

“About as you’d expect. They’ve eaten, washed. Kitty even got some of them to play in the pool this afternoon.” Zara’s face changed, sadness leeching through the fear and anger. “Most of them don’t even know why they’re here. But the older ones…they get it.” She lifted her gaze to his. “They wouldn’t get changed until they were alone.”

Dash glared at the concrete floor. “We’ll stop her, Zar. I swear on Mom’s grave.”

“I know we will,” Zara said quietly. “We have to. I just don’t know how.”

Dash was unable to find an answer. Every time he tried to think of one, he thought of Vasiliev. His gut was telling him the Russian was the answer. His head was telling him if he believed that, he was playing right into Damaro’s hands.

Zara examined his face like she knew what he was thinking. But, for once, she left without saying so.

He lay in bed that night, staring at the shadows gathered between the posters on his ceiling, no closer to an answer than he had been at High Oaks, watching the gates clang shut between him and Vasiliev. The air in the room was hot and still. He lay on the covers in just his boxers, the night air stealing through open window doing little to cool his fevered skin. Even his breathing was sluggish.

He sighed and rolled over, then froze. There was a sound outside the window.

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