Page 41 of Wild Ride

“They’ll kill me, too, Bullet, so I don’t think it fucking matters.”

“You wanna let me in on who the fuck these people are?” I demand.

“Bloodhound MC.”

Fuck.

Fuckingfuck.

Those guys are no goddamn joke. Sure, we aren’t on the up and up, but those guys are straight-up unhinged. There is no talking to them because they are unreasonable and will kill any- and everyone in their paths no matter the consequences. They’re fucking crazy, and while I have to admit that there is a twinge of respect there, I also want absolutely nothing to do with them.

War with the Bloodhound MC will no doubt be heinous and beyond deadly. It’s not worth it to deal with them in any capacity.

“How the fuck did you get hooked up with them?” I demand.

Ralph doesn’t answer immediately. He clears his throat a couple of times, no doubt attempting to stall and come upwith something interesting to say. The truth is far more fucking fascinating to me than any bullshit he could spin.

“They came to me. I didn’t know who they were. I thought it was just a small group who needed personal security shit.”

I’m not even sure if I should be pissed at him at this point. Ralph didn’t know, even though he should have fucking contacted me before making any kind of deals with another MC, but since we don’t have any kind of legitimate contract, it’s kind of pointless to put stipulations on shit now. It’s too fucking late.

“What kind of shit do they want?” I ask.

He snorts. “You name it. Cameras, recorders, monitors, power supply units. They want everything, almost like they’re going to arm the goddamn White House or some shit.”

Interesting.

“You do what you can for me. I’ll contact you in three days.”

Ending the call, I stand and walk out to the front of the shop, where Viking is standing. “Need to talk to you,” I say to the big blond bastard.

He turns to me, his piercing blue eyes connecting with my own before he jerks his chin in a silent signal for me to go forward with whatever the fuck I’m going to say. His name is Viking because not only does he have longish blond hair that he braids, plus a blondish red beard, but he’s also six foot seven inches tall and about as wide as a goddamn house. If you’re even in a scuffle, this is the big bastard you want at your side, which is why I’m thankful as fuck he’s one of us.

Once I explain to him what’s going on, I watch as his cheeks turn pink with anger and irritation. I don’t blame him. I’m pissed off, too.

“This is because Shade is gone,” he growls. “They think we’re weak.”

“Which means we’re going to have to prove to them that we’re not.”

Viking jerks his chin. “Exactly. It’s gonna get ugly, brother.”

He’s right. It absolutely is. “My guess, we’re going to have to prove just who the fuck we are, with or without Shade.”

“Got no choice. Gonna have to have a pissing match and put those crazy assholes in their place.”

He’s right. We are going to have to do exactly that. I let him know that I’m going to start working on things but that we’re going to have church tonight, and he tells me he’s got the shop under control and to go ahead and get whatever I need done done.

Not only do I now have to deal with this shit, but I’m not through with Oregon and the Willamette Haven cult bullshit. It’s all or nothing. And right now, I need to be sharp as fuck for everything coming my way.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DAKOTA

The bitch tacklesme to the floor. Which is gross and sticky. I don’t stay on my back for long. When her fingers curl in my hair, I wince because I know she’s going to yank, and she does. Hard. But I don’t just sit back and take it. Fuck this bitch. She’s got some kind of anger toward me when I didn’t do shit.

Lifting my hips, I roll my body so she’s the one on the nasty-ass sticky floor. She tugs on my hair again, but I’m not here to play nice. My scalp burns, but she’s about to feel my fingers around her throat.

I may have been raised with peace and love for all, but I am not going to roll over and take whatever this deranged woman has to offer me. She pulls on my hair harder, and at the same time, I wrap both of my hands around her throat.

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