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Silence fell as shocked Fangs stared at the bodies.

“Take them to the trash heap,” Scythe ordered as he checked Nash over.

Nash batted him away. “I’m fine, Prez.”

Ashbolt smirked as Nash kicked the body on the ground. “Now, that, gentleman, is the way to do it!” he commented.

“No shit,” Nash said, glowering at a Fang nearby. The prisoner lowered his head, gazing downward.

“Take note,” Scythe boomed loudly so everyone could hear him. “We ain’t cops. We don’t give a fuck if we shoot and kill you. This is your last warning. Make a move and die. Nash, Narcissus, grab the bodies and put them on the trash heap where shit like that belong.”

Scythe looked around and smiled coldly. He’d sent a message; hopefully these bastards would abide by his warning. If not, Scythe didn’t mind culling a few assholes and saving the judicial system some money.

Chapter Twenty-Three –

Unwanted Bastards MC.

Unwanted Bastards = Inglorious, Psych, Bomber, Trip, Mouse, Poison, Razor, Snake, Satan, Darkness, Cutthroat, Heat, Yeti, Casanova, Plug, Chill, Slim, Chap, and Art.

Inglorious

They’d been riding free. Shoring up a few weak spots when they were called. Once their people had got control again, they moved off to the next group.They were currently heading towards the RCPD, who were pinned down with a heavy force on them. Despite having lost half their numbers, RCPD was fighting strong and unwilling to give way.

From all accounts, the fight was bloody and deadly. The RCPD had racked up the biggest number of deaths so far and needed desperate help.

As they rode, Inglorious heard the furious battle ahead of them. Explosions and constant gunfire told the story of a vicious war happening.

They rounded the corner and saw the final stand the RCPD had made. They’d bottle necked the way in and were trading fire with the Venomous Fangs. Only a narrow gap, left open by RCPD, provided passage. Anyone going for it would be killed.

“Let’s go,” Inglorious ordered, and they climbed off their bikes. “Psych, take team one.”

“On it, Prez,” Psych replied and headed out with half of their men. They approached the police behind the cars and called out, alerting them they were there.

Inglorious sent half his men to hit the buildings as snipers, and the others followed him as he spotted Ramirez.

“Where do you need us?” Inglorious asked. “I’ve put snipers up there and there and sent half the MC to help the front line.”

“Can you shore up the left-hand side, they’re taking heavy fire,” Ramirez suggested.

Inglorious nodded. He reached out and squeezed Ramirez’s shoulder. “We’ll stand with you, brother, come hell or high water,” Inglorious promised.

Ramirez looked tired and worried. Inglorious recognised a guy who’d seen friends and colleagues fall today. It was made worse because Inglorious noticed that Ramirez was in command and, being the man he was, Ramirez would challenge every decision. It was what a good leader did.

“For some reason, we’re being hit harder here than anywhere else. Howser is trying to direct troops to us, but everywhere is fighting,” Ramirez said, wiping his brow.

“Don’t apologise. We made a pact, Ramirez, to be allies, and the Unwanted Bastards will stand by you. Rapid City ain’t our hometown, but if this falls, the nearby towns will as well. That’s why the allies are here, dude, and you know it. Get yourself a drink and put negative thoughts out of your head. This isn’t something we started, but we’ll fuckin’ end it,” Inglorious said.

“Don’t think this gets you out of a speeding ticket,” Ramirez teased weakly.

Inglorious grinned. “Well, fuck me, brother, shit sucks!”

Ramirez smiled. “Watch Ben. He’s channelling his inner Magic or Terminator, ain’t sure which.”

“Will do, take five minutes, we brought water with us,” Inglorious said, pointing to where his brothers had dumped the bottles in their saddle bags. Snake was passing them out to the thirsty cops still holding strong, despite only being half their number.

Inglorious had to admire them. Half of the RCPD were either dead or injured, yet those remaining heldthe front line. They could have run, but didn’t. Serve and protect meant something to these guys.

As Inglorious squinted, he saw more bikers in the distance.

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