Page 33 of Royal Sons MC

"Did you just make a joke?" Traeger asked, steering the little car onto the highway.

"Whoa, why aren't you pulling over?" Kailani asked, seeming to ignore King. "And in case you didn't notice, this isn't a cab."

King grunted, but Traeger didn't take his eyes off the road. Even at this time of night, the California traffic was busy, and her little car had enough to get up and go. Traeger knew they could outrun most vehicles. "This got the V8 engine?" he asked.

Kailani nodded. "Yes. It's a nine-speed auto. It's supposed to go from zero to sixty in under five seconds." She looked out the side window.

"Well, we're about to find out," Traeger muttered.

King met his gaze in the rearview mirror. Without words, he let the President of the MC know they had a tail gaining on them. Traeger would do his best to lose them on the highway. "Digger, where are you, man?" he asked, knowing the brother could hear him through their earpiece.

"I got eyes on you and that tail. Ps. Can I have that ride you're in if you don't damage it too badly?" Digger asked, eagerness ringing in his tone.

"Brother, you're a shit, this little number is spoken for. Now, how 'bout you give a little assist with the fucker on my ass?" he grunted, seeing the two black SUVs coming up behind them.

"Oh, shit, that's Rico or his men. If you pull over, he might be more lenient on you," Kailani whispered.

Traeger chuckled. The thought of pulling over and letting any man go easy on him made him want to pull over and show the woman next to him just how easy he'd go on the fucker. If not for the fact he had two women's lives to consider, he'd do just that. "One day, you'll see just how much fun I can and will have with that little shit you call brother, but not tonight. We'll get that one to safety tonight, and then you and I will figure out where to put you." He wanted to say under him but knew it was too soon. Hell, from the knowledge he'd seen in her eyes, Traeger wasn't sure when would be a good time for her. It was just his luck. The woman who tripped all his triggers had been through hell and then some.

RICO BANGED HIS FISTon the dash as his sister's vehicle swerved in and out of traffic. He knew there was no way she was driving and wondered who the hell she'd fucked into helping her. He let out a little growl, thinking of the tempting little vixen he'd spent the last six months wooing. She'd have been the perfect little virgin who would've garnered him a sweet little bonus on the market. Of course, that would be after he taught her how to please a man. Oh sure, she'd not be worth nearly as much since Rico planned to take her ass, but he'd save her virginity for one of his clients. However, she'd be fucked in every other way and used in so many different ways by him. She'll be a perfect fuck doll for her buyer. Of course, she'd have not known that was why he wasn't fucking that sweet little pussy. Not until it was too late, not until he'd made her his little plaything, begging for whatever he gave her. By the time he's through with her, she'd have loved everything he gave her. Or rather, she'll be in love with the little bits of white lines and X he doled out to keep her complicit. Rico knew how to make the little whores complacent. That was, except his little whore of a sister. "Stupid bitch. I'd have sold her off long ago if it weren't for my father. By now, she'd have died from drugs, suicide, or a customer," he muttered.

The man driving gave him a sidelong glance, but Rico noticed he adjusted his dick. Yeah, his sister made most of the men in his employ hard. He'd also have wanted her if she'd not been his sister. She was a beautiful woman. Instead, he hated her because he couldn't have her.

"If you don't catch up to that fucker, you'll wish you were dead," he warned his driver.

Nobody liked to disappoint him. He ensured everyone knew what would happen if they did. He enjoyed instilling fear in those around him. His father was a man who'd done so when he'd seen the results Rico got when he did. Now, Ricardo Sr. had also begun using the same techniques. Instead of 'Like father like son,' it was 'Like son like father,' which Rico thought was a significant improvement. When the old man finally kicked the bucket, Rico had a lot of other things he planned to improve, one being his sister's position in the family.

He heard the sound of screeching metal, the noise bringing him out of his thoughts in time to see the lead vehicle in front of him hit the guardrail before flipping onto its side, then spinning out of control and hitting several other cars.

"Hold on, Rico, I...I mean, sir," the command was yelled by his driver as they began swerving, working to miss the other vehicles that were slamming on brakes. They barely missed colliding with other cars on the highway.

Rico, who never wore a seatbelt, slammed into the windshield as their SUV was hit by a truck before it was hit again by another vehicle. He swore in his native tongue, then switched to English as warmth flowed down his forehead into his eyes, and he knew without having to look through the busted-out window that his sister and his plaything were gone, along with thousands of dollars. "Fucking bitch will pay," he promised.

"Maybe she was forced," the idiot suggested.

Rico sat up, dusting off broken glass from his five-figure suit. He glared at the idiot, wishing he could shoot the fucker then and there. "Did you or did you not hear Alessandro say he saw her and Tiana escaping out the window, not being forced? Don't say another word, or so help me, I'll blow your fucking brains all over what's left of the windshield," he growled, dialing for another vehicle to pick them up.

"Yes, boss." The familiar tone had him grunting out a terse order, knowing they'd follow his orders without question. Now, he had to wait until one of his men came, but until then, he pulled up the vehicle's tracking device, watching his muy estupida hermana drive away. "You can run, but you can't hide, Hermana."

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