Page 43 of Brick's Redemption

I already had that thought myself. “I know.”

“We’ll find them,” he promised.

Dagger joined me, dropping onto the seat of his bike at the same time I did. He was antsy, pissed, and didn’t want to be anywhere else but hunting the assholes who took Audrey.

“We go right after this,” I swore.

“If she’s harmed,” he growled. “I’ll fucking kill them all, Brick.”

“And I’ll be by your side.”

Dagger started his engine, riding beside me as we followed Maddog out of the gate. Neither of us understood why we had to go on this ride for initiation, but since the Graven Bastards voted to help us, we’d do what was required. Their club was our club now.

Did that mean we turned our backs on the Desert Titans? Hell no. Those fallen brothers would always be a part of us.

Fuck. Thinking of Judge, my chest tightened. He was betrayed, and I intended to find the motherfucker who did it.

Cool wind whipped against my clothes and face as we rode out of Vegas and headed down the highway. Maddog led us for several miles before he turned right, heading directly into thedesert. My tires crunched over dirt, rocks, and tumbleweeds, kicking up a brutal vortex of thick sand that lashed at my skin.

“Maddog!” I yelled, hoping to get his attention.

We must have ridden into a dust storm.

The ground became unsteady as I gripped my handlebars tighter, fighting for control. The wind blew harder. I had to struggle to keep my eyes open, hoping I didn’t crash into the bike in front of me.

But it wasn’t a motorcycle I crashed into a few seconds later. I slammed into something hard and round, realizing far too late that I hit a massive boulder. My Harley stopped with the brutal impact, jarring my body so hard I snapped my teeth together. My back tire lifted off the ground, and I was thrown from the saddle, sailing through the air in an ungraceful arc.

Fuck!

I landed on the ground with a thud, groaning as a bone in my arm snapped. I heard the break and closed my eyes against the wave of pain that throbbed afterward, stealing all my focus. Where the hell was Maddog, Dagger, and the rest of the Graven Bastards? I didn’t see or hear anyone after I crashed.

“That’s because you’re fuckered, my friend.”

My eyes popped open, and I stared into the black face of an enormous spider. All eight legs supported the hourglass body and rounded head, claspers twitching as it skittered closer.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted, jumping to my feet as I cradled my arm. “What the fuck?”

“Twice in a row. How utterly prolific.”

Huh?

Eight eyes blinked at me as I took a step back. I swear this arachnid was staring at me like I was fucking dinner.

What the hell was going on? Did I crash and hit my head? Was this all a dream?

An inhuman laugh spilled from its mouth, gaping open as two fangs dripped a secretion that resembled saliva. I wasn’t going to be eaten by this monstrous spider. No fucking way!

I had a knife in my cut. One arm injured, I’d still gut the motherfucker.

As fast as the spider appeared, it vanished. I blinked, and it was gone, replaced by a dude in a dark suit. His dark hair was slicked back, and as he approached, I could see blood had been used instead of hair products.

“Hello, Brick Mayfield.” The stranger bowed.

“Uh, you were just a fucking spider.”

“Yes, it appeared that way, didn’t it?” He snickered. “I know you’ve always been fascinated by them. Never did get scared like some of the other kids. You always played with them and then released them on trees.”

How in the fuck did he know that?

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