Page 14 of Blade

As prospects, they were doing what they were told by their Pres and given no reason as to why. The brothers and I agreed that even after watching one of their own get a knife stabbed into his eye, they kept to their original story while pissing themselves that they knew nothing. They weren’t given any details, only told to do their job and kill anyone who gets in their way, and now, all eight are dead, their body parts dropped off at their clubhouse to send a message.

Don’t fuck with us.

I was going to call it even after we killed the fuckers who killed Macky, willing to keep the treaty intact. I was going to give Axe a courtesy call, but instead, two of our brothers were run off the road by more of the Furies’ prospects on their way back from collecting loans. They didn’t see it coming, but Dirty did see the Fury cut when one of them got out of the van and stole the money they had collected from our customers.

Not very fucking smart of them to wear their cuts unless Axe wanted us to know it was him retaliating for the death of the prospects killing one of our own.

Thankfully Dirty and Charter are both okay, only having some road rash to their sides, but their bikes are fucked, needing a lot of work done to get them road worthy again. The Furies havedeclared war, and war they shall get, meaning, hurting them where it hurts most, their finances.

“Yes,” Venom confirms, “And it’s not just any property brother, it’s their top earning property after their gun smuggling business.”

I smirk. We’ve already got four brothers watching their warehouse at the docks. As soon as their shipment arrives, we’ll intercept and ship it to our buyers in Mexico.

“Let’s head inside then, scope out the place ready for tonight,” I state as I climb off my bike, eager to get this shit over with.

I have a ton of fucking paperwork to finish before our raid tonight on this place before burning it down and I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked by a clubwhore to take the edge off.

“Fucking Axe…” I mutter.

I have enough shit to deal with where my mother is concerned than to have to deal with this as well. She’s gone quiet, too fucking quiet. She’s ignoring my calls, not messaging the brothers back when they’ve contacted her and Dad has mentioned she hasn’t said one word to him.

I’d say she’s punishing us for blaming Macky’s death on her, for kicking her out of the clubhouse but the prospect we have watching her said she looks fucking fine each time he’s seen her, happy even.

The woman hasn’t tried to come back into the clubhouse, she hasn’t tried to get into anyone’s business.

I’m confused as fuck over the situation.

Venom, Viper, and Psycho follow my lead and climb off their bikes. As soon as they dismount, the brothers enter the diner first, going in front. A bell rings above the door to announce our presence, and I look around as I come in behind them, my eyes taking everything in.

It’s not much different from the Dark Angels’ diner. It's light and airy, giving it a welcome feeling for families. Light yellowand white booths and light gray tables are visible. My eyes scan the room full of customers, some with kids, some in business attire, and some on their own, all content and happy.

Guess the service is good here. Shame we have to burn it down.

I eye each person in the room, not seeing a Fury cut, brother, prospect, or old lady, and I look towards the light gray counter. Again, several people occupy the space, either on their phones or talking away, food in front of them, no cut in sight.

Hmmm.

“Shame Axe fucked us over to start a war because this place is alright. Fuck, I’d even eat here,” Psycho mumbles, and I hum in agreement, eyeing the staff next.

A woman with ginger curly hair watches us with wide eyes, but you can’t miss the lust in them. The hazel darkens, and her pupils dilate as she looks at Venom and then Viper.

She’s hot with a good rack that she has partially on view, and Venom obviously agrees with the smirk he has going on as he looks her up and down.

“Double dip?” he mutters to Viper, who chuckles but nods, eyeing the woman. Psycho snorts then coughs, “Dirty dogs,” and I shake my head as the woman bites her bottom lip seductively.

I swear I can’t take these three anywhere.

Ignoring the woman now eyeing me or more like the patch I’m wearing. I look at the only other staff member in sight and fuck me, I swallow my tongue.

Curves that make men weak at the knees, tits that despite being covered, make my mouth water, and skin that looks so soft, I want to run my tongue over it.

I slowly look over the waitress as I lick my bottom lip, my eyes taking in her caramel hair in a messy bun before I take in her facial features.

A small button nose with freckles dusting it, full, kissable lips that I want to bite, and…I suck in a breath as I lock eyes with the mesmerizing dark chocolate brown eyes that instantly strike me as electric sparks shoot through me, and I feel like I can’t look away, that I’m locked in.

What the fuck?

“You good with that Pres?” Viper asks, and I blink, breaking the connection with the waitress.

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