Page 107 of One Night with the Biker

“Now,” I whispered to Easton, pointing my chin at the flailing fucker.

DeLuca fired again, sending the horse into a frenzy that Vector had no hope of surviving. When his shouts abruptly stopped, we walked to where the pickup was parked underneath a tree, half a mile away.

Bones was next on my list. The lazy fuck liked stinging insects, despite being allergic. Stupid fucking move that I teasedhim about when we were cool. Now, it provided me with an opportunity to snuff out his life.

Tio and Easton didn’t like my idea of leaving a big jar of yellow jackets on Bones’s doorstep, then shooting it to release them once he came outside.Ididn’t want Boom Boom to know I was back. Once Nova turned up dead from stab wounds, if I killed Vector and Bones the same way, he’d know they were taken out. He might not suspect me but a rival club, one in particular. Since Ainsley was connected with those fucking Royal Bastards, I didn’t want to endanger her any more than she already was.

“And who the fuck will be collecting the damn bugs?” Tio hissed, in a shitty mood from whatever Bash had told him.

He took daily calls from his father. Not only to give his old man updates, but to hear about London. She’d been left behind at the American Scorpions’ clubhouse, since bringing her on our killing spree would’ve been a hindrance.

DeLuca snickered. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of bugs?”

“You must be too, asshole, because you’re sure as hell against it,” Tio rebutted.

DeLuca shrugged. “Because it’s a stupid ass Looney Tunes’ death.”

I glared at both brothers. They shat on my plan, without presenting a discreet, alternative method.

“It’s a creative way to take out a damn target, you scary little bitches,” I growled, more than willing to go solo. “If you two are too pussy to help me, I’ll do it on my own.”

Tio scowled. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Because I don’t give a fuck what you do. Go ahead, get yourself killed because you’re too fucking hardheaded.”

Unsurprisingly, Easton spoke up for me. Of the two, he was far more agreeable and locked in an endless rivalry with his younger brother.

“Bash told us to give you whatever help you fucking need, Roman, so we’ll do it your way,” DeLuca said before I could reply to Tio. “You just better know what you’re doing.”

His wary look made me snicker. “You underestimate me, motherfucker.”

With Easton finally on my side, the plan went off perfectly. As far as anyone would know, Bones had brought a jar of yellow jackets home and then dropped it, causing it to break and the notoriously aggressive insects to attack. Once the wasps fucked off, we retrieved the bullets used to shatter the jar and went on our merry way.

Next on my list was motherfucking fuckheadKite. Then, before I moved onto the clubhouse and Boom Boom, I’d get Wizard. They would have personal treatment.

Five days after Nova’s death and two days after Vector’s, I tossed aside the newspaper with the article about her and went after Kite bright and early. His house was laughably easy to break into. The lock on his front door was fucked up, his windows weren’t secured, and he had no security system. Motherfucker must’ve thought living in the middle of nowhere made him safe. If he wanted seclusion to be enough, then he shouldn’t have crossed me.

I slipped in through the backdoor—which also had a fucked up lock—and crept to the hallway leading to his bedroom. His ol’ lady left him a decade ago, taking their brood of children with her. Kite bounced between his aging two-story home and his room at the clubhouse. Luckily, tonight, he was in his room, letting a slut that looked eerily like Ainsley ride his cock.

It pissed me off.

I moved quickly, yanking the girl off Kite and tossing her aside. I tried to avoid handling women so roughly, but the bitch was in my way. She screamed, and Kite’s eyes flew open.

“What the fuck?” he screeched, scrambling to pull up the covers to conceal his wrinkled cock, as if I hadn’t seen his balls a dozen times before. His eyes went wide as he realized my identity. “R-Roman. You’re alive—”

“Yep,” I replied simply, then used my hook to slit his throat.

His hands flew to his neck, trying in vain to staunch the blood flow. He gurgled as blood overflowed from his mouth. A minute later, he was slumped over and dead.

With that taken care of, I turned my attention to the girl. She was curled up in a ball and crying, shaking like a fucking leaf. Sighing, I wiped my bloody hook on Kite’s sheets, then used my prosthetic hand to beckon her to her feet. She stood in an instant, covering her chest with her arms. The longer I studied at her, the younger she looked, and the more her resemblance to Ainsley became clear.

It made me regret killing the perverted asswipe so quickly.

“What’s your name?” I asked her, retrieving the dress on the edge of the bed and holding it out to her.

She took it immediately, wiggling into the garment. “Cyndie,” she whispered, looking at me as if I’d attack her at any moment.

Which, was a reasonable fear, considering I just killed a motherfucker in front of her.

“That Volkswagen Beetle parked out front, is it yours?”

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