Page 62 of Wild Ride

It isn’t hard to find Grudge. He must have heard the gunshots outside because as soon as I walk into the clubhouse, I see him emerging from what I assume is his office. He stands in the middle of the room, his eyes wide in surprise.

I wonder how he can be shocked that we’re here. Certainly, he has surveillance. Especially since he’s been selling my fucking equipment to fuck knows whom all over the country. Attempting to take over my clients and my club.

One would fucking think he had his shit together.

And yet.

He’s surprised to see me, and that is goddamn kismet and hilarious all at the same time. “Did you think it was Dakota standing here waiting for you?” I ask. He frowns, and I decide, since I’m the one with my gun in my hand, to continue speaking. “Don’t worry, she’s safe.”

Grudge opens his mouth, then closes it again, and I can’t do anything but smirk at him. I am going to be so fucking happy to watch him die in front of me.

“You thought you could take my woman from Shade’s fucking house, and I wouldn’t come looking for her?”

He shrugs a shoulder, obviously not one to actually fucking speak. He’s a coward. Working in the background without actually doing anything up front. He’s owning nothing of what he’s done, and that shit pisses me off.

At least, if he’s going to have the balls to take my woman, he should stand in front of me and tell me so with his whole fucking chest what his plans were. Not just with her, but everything. He doesn’t. Instead, he just stands in front of me like a fucking asshole and an idiot.

Lifting my hand, I point the barrel of my gun at him. I don’t even have to really concentrate to make a kill shot. My bullet wants to end him. It would only take one. He’s a gigantic goddamn pussy, which I already knew, but seeing it in front of me, front and center, is almost hilarious.

He trespassed into our territory and kidnapped an innocent woman. He no doubt traumatized her with some false senseof control. He tried to ruin our club’s business when we were mourning the loss of our president.

He is the biggest pussy I’ve ever seen, even more than Ralph, and that’s saying something because he’s a gigantic fucking vagina and a liar. I’m honestly not sure how much longer he’s going to be breathing, either.

I’m in a fucking mood right now.

“Beg me,” I say. “Drop to your knees and beg me to live.”

His lips curve up into a grin. “Fuck you.”

I would say the same if someone told me to drop to my knees, but I thought I would ask. I wanted to see just what kind of gaping cunt this guy was. Clearly, he has some kind of boundary. Not much, but some—a sliver.

“No,” I say, “I don’t think so. Not my thing. But I will be fucking Dakota while your body is rotting somewhere or burning. You know what? I’m actually not sure what we’re going to be doing with you. I think burning, so we can take care of your whole fucking club at once, plus less evidence and nobody is going to give a fuck that a whole MC clubhouse burnt to the fucking ground. The cops will probably throw a fucking party.”

He opens his mouth to speak again, but I don’t let him say a single fucking word. Mainly because fuck him. Squeezing the trigger, I watch as he falls to his knees before he lands on his front.

My lips curve up into a smile as he slams down against the concrete, hearing the crunch of things breaking in his face. Glorious, really. The whole scene. Ten fucking stars. The fucker isn’t breathing anymore, and that’s exactly what I was going for.

“I wanted to torture him,” I mutter to myself.

“And I wanted to see that, but we got more fucks than this one to deal with,” Razor says.

I turn my head to face him. He jerks his chin toward the man at his side.Ralph. I do need to deal with him because all of thisstarted because of his bullshit. This motherfucker is standing beside me, trembling. He looks like he’s going to piss his pants here and now. I should stare him down until he does.

I’m sure he would. I’m not sure he’s going to make it out of this alive, anyway.

Well, except for the fact that I need him. I need his supply. At least, in my head, I do. The reality is that I could probably find someone else to supply what we need, but it’s easier that he does it because it’s already an established working relationship.

However.

And that is a big fuckinghowever.

Because Ralph has fucked us over completely, not to mention involved himself with the goddamn cartel, which means we’re indirectly involved with the goddamn cartel. Something I never fucking wanted, and I doubt that Shade did, either.

Something that this fuck got us into and I’m going to have to get us out of. This means sacrifices are going to have to be made, and I know without a doubt that those sacrifices are not going to be made by any single member of the Vicious Reapers.

“Gather every person in this clubhouse and bring them here,” I call out.

A few moments later, all the Vicious Reapers in the room have disappeared and gone in search of Bloodhound members, leaving me and Ralph alone. I could end him right now and be done with the whole thing, but I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with him.

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