With Brandi safe, the tension in the room ratchets up by fifty percent.
“Believe he told you to go,” Rex bites out, tipping his head at Old Man. When Rage makes no move to leave, narrowing his eyes on Rex in challenge instead, Rex takes a step forward. “You gonna go or do you need my help showin’ you the door?”
Both Brandi and I gasp. Every man in the standoff has a hand hovering uncomfortably close to a weapon. Just then, another large group of men swagger into the bar. The outside light illuminating the assessing glances of The Devil’s Outcasts MC president Mad Man, who let’s just say cuts an imposing figure—okay, who am I kidding? He’s a mountain of a man. Not the strong, sexy kind like Rex. He looks wild with his beard hanging past his chest and his shaggy ponytail reaching the middle of his back. Huge, manic eyes. The man looks like he’s about ready to publish his manifesto rather than party with other bikers. He shares a short, silent conversation with one of his lieutenants, a man they call Dark. Funny thing, both the Outcasts and the Horde have a Dark. Only… and I hate myself for admitting this… the Outcasts’ Dark more resembles his president, whereas the Horde’s Dark—whoa, mama!Too bad he’s a Horde because the Horde is permanently on my nope list.
The Devil’s Outcasts are known to be close with the Brimstone Lords. They’re even more known for their hatred for The Bedlam Horde.
Rage shifts his eyes toward the door momentarily. I can only assume the thoughts going through his head. He and his men are outnumbered. He tips his chin up at his men and turns to leave, swaggering out of the bar. The Outcasts, taking up most of the space around the door leave only the tightest opening for the Horde to push through.
My stomach dips uncomfortably at the look Rage shoots the rest of the patrons before disappearing outside. It’s not simply a look of anger, it’s a promise. This wasn’t simply an altercation in a bar, this was the beginning. We’re looking at a showdown of Tombstone proportion.
God help us all.