Page 23 of Ruger

"Am I going to see you tonight?" I could hear the slight beg in that question as I chuckled.

"Yeah, what time?"

"I get off at one a.m."

"You know what to do with it."

"I do. See you soon!" She hung up.

Her ass was too excited, but I expected nothing less from April. Her ass was always eager for me to have her at themasseuse, trying to relieve the pain and pressure in her joints and bones that I put on her.

"Niko is done. Let's roll out."

My crew gathered their weapons, and we all left my bar, hopping into our trucks and cars, heading to send some pussy ass niggas to hell.

It didn't take long to get to our destination. I instructed my crew to hit their lights and surround the building. Nobody was getting in or out this bitch. I told Nino's ass these weren't the problems that he wanted. The other biker crews respected my wishes and even respected me as a man who was trying to be a pillar in my community. Somehow, these Blaze bitches really didn't give a shit about anything, and that was their fault. I didn't make empty threats.

MCR ran up to the building. Draco, one of my men, kicked in the door and didn't wait or hesitate to send shots at whoever he saw first. The rest of my crew followed up, and it sounded like a fireworks show in May. The beautiful noise of gunfire and knowing my shooters were going to come out on top warmed my heart.

Jax and I hung back, catching any nigga that may have slipped out of there. As the gunfire began to cease, Jax and I went inside to about twenty-five bodies sprawled all over the warehouse. Shell casings, blood, and gun smoke filled the air as I mentally calculated my crew.

"Where's Bernard?" I asked, looking around.

"He got hit, Ru... he didn't make it," Law informed me as I approached him, kneeling beside Bernard.

"Fuck!" I yelled, sending a bullet into an already deceased Blaze Burner. "Where the fuck is Nino? I'm about to send that bitch to his granddaddy at the nursing home."

"H-he's not here," Tim spoke.

"Whatchu mean he ain't here?" I frowned, looking around at all the dead bodies. "The nigga was in here when we left!"

"He must have left before we got here," Tim replied.

"Find that bitch!" Half of the MCR moved out as Jax brought over the box of cocktails. The rest of my crew doused the bodies and walls with gasoline. Once they were done, we all filed out, and I lit the cocktails and tossed them inside the building. Immediately, the fire spread. Jax and I left out, hopped in my truck, and sped away from the scene.

"I know what you're thinking, Kai. Calm down before you go home around your nieces and future wife."

"Nigga, fuck you." We both laughed. "This shit is harder than I thought it would be. Every time I look at her ass, I just want to..." I bit back the rest of my words. It's crazy that after unaliving fifty-leven niggas, the mention of Kenzi calmed my nerves. "Why the fuck you bring her up? Stay on task, nigga. We gotta find that nigga Nino before he links up with another crew, and we'll be at war again."

"Because I need you with a clear head... Apparently, the very mention of Kenzi took the tension out of your body. I like her for you, Ru. She's like my best friend already."

I chuckled. "Nigga, what? You meet Kenzi for a few hours, and already y'all besties?"

"Yeah, shorty cool. Y'all kind of share the same story."

"Oh yeah? And what story is that?"

"Her moms wasn't shit, and you feel the same about ours."

"Hmph, go figure."

"She asked about you the other day."

"Tell that bitch to never speak my name again. Tell her I said eat a dick." My teeth gritted as I looked ahead, focusing on the road.

"She's changed?—"

"Don't piss me off, Jaxson."

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