Guards of Folsom: Book Five
Tek Cain & Jamie Ryan work at the Guards of Folsom BDSM club. After two years on the run from their old motorcycle club and the Feds, Tek & Jamie are finally able to relax and enjoy their new life in New York City. But the past won’t stay buried, and when the MC resurfaces, it’s Jamie who pays the price. Tek and the rest of the members at the Guards of Folsom must work together to get back one of their own.
In this, the final installment in the Guards of Folsom series, everyone must come together, bound as one in their quest to find Jamie and bring him home once and for all.
From the Author…
Wow, what a wild ride this series has been. It all began with the Whispering Pines series and Ty’s lack of a Happily Ever After. I couldn’t have known when I decided to write Riveted (a free read for Ty & Blake) that it would lead to yet another series, but I’m so glad it did. I fell in love with the scatter brained Micah, wept for Mason, and cheered for Aiden. Tek & Jamie? What can I say, other than, I lurve them so hard. Thank you to all those who took this journey with me. I hope it was as rewarding to read as it was for me to write.
A man Tek didn’t recognize rushed into the club dressed all in black, but it wasn’t the black attire that normally was seen within the walls of the Guards of Folsom. This guy was medium in stature, head shaved, and he looked more like a member of a tactical unit, right down to the weapons on his belt, than any kind of player. He spotted Blake standing near the bar talking to Ty and made a beeline for him. So did Tek.
“Sir, we’ve got the intel you requested.”
Definitely military or law enforcement, but the realization didn’t cause Tek a shred of nervousness. “Where are they?” he demanded.
Lawman raked his eyes up and down Tek, sizing him up, no doubt.
“It’s okay, Nick,” Blake said and pointed toward Tek. “This is Tek Cain. It’s his partner that’s gone missing.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Nick acknowledged with a nod. He then pulled out a small notebook from his pocket. “They’re on the fourth floor, apartment 4012. I got a positive ID on one Rocco Lundy. There is one other male subject with—”
“Was it Cole?” Tek asked, the surge of anticipation tingling down his spine.
“The subject was not identified. Caucasian male, five feet eleven inches, approximately one hundred eighty pounds, dark hair and beard, and has sleeve tattoos, which include a skull and crossbones, dice, and the Tasmanian Devil.”
“That’s Cole,” Tek responded with complete assuredness. He’d been about eight, maybe nine, when Cole had gotten Taz on his arm. It was the first time he’d watched someone get inked. Fuck, Jamie had been there too. Tek spun and headed for the door.
“Hey, where the hell you going?” Blake called out.
“I’m going to get Jamie,” he responded without turning around or slowing down.
At the door, his arm was grabbed, halting his movements. “What the hell, man?” he asked when he turned to face Blake. Tek jerked his arm free. “This isn’t open for discussion.”
“I’m not asking you not to go, I’m asking you to wait one second and think about the plan.”
“I know about the fucking plan, I came up with it,” Tek snapped in irritation.
“You came up with a new one you didn’t share with the rest of us? Because the last time we talked, there was no mention of you rushing over there alone with guns blazing.”
“Yeah, plans change. I’m not leaving him there a second longer.”
“I agree with Tek,” Ty offered. “I know I wouldn’t be able to wait. Plus there is more of us than there are of them.”
“Not helping, Ty,” Blake huffed.
“Sir, if I can interrupt here,” Nick interjected. “You won’t be going through the front door without announcing yourself. There is a security guard on duty. I suggest taking the service elevator they’re using to take building supplies to the apartments being renovated. It’s how I obtained access.”
“See there, Tek, those are the kind of details we need first.” Blake nodded to the bar. “Let’s go work out the minute details, find out what else Nick discovered, and then we will go get Jamie, okay?”
Tek once again found himself hesitating when everything in his body screamed to run out that fucking door, consequences be damned, and get Jamie the hell away from Rocco. It nearly overwhelmed him, his body shaking with the need to act.
Meet Jo Peterson
SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, hails from Michigan. Not the best place to live for someone who hates the cold and snow. When not reading or writing, Jo can be found close to the heater checking out NHL stats and watching the Red Wings kick a little butt. Can’t cook, misses the clothes hamper nine out of ten tries, but is handy with power tools.
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