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His monstrous deed got worse, smirking at her.

He deserved a fucking Oscar, Gwennie-baby tears included. Crushing a nice girl's spirit was not something Rider was proud of, nothing would take away the sight of Zara apologizing profusely, her face beet red, and backing out like she had a fire lit under her.

The moment she was gone he stepped out of the reach of that hungry fucking mouth, growling at Kiki. "Didn't I tell you not to touch my fuckin' dick? get the fuck up and get the fuck out."

He was furious at the wrong person.

It wasn't Zara's doing, or Kiki's, the blame for his shitty attitude was all on him.

When Rider was finally alone, he crashed onto the leather-backed chair, hands raking through his long hair, calling himself all the cocksucking shitheads. Why the hell had he just done that? Oh, yeah,because you're a giant fucking douche afraid of catching feelings from a virgin who rocked your goddamn world last night.

Whatever club business he pasted into his logic as an excuse, that was theglaringtruth. He'd made a crude scene for her to walk into so he didn't have to deal with liking a fucking girl. For all his ingenious and cutthroat business mind, he was as his dad always said; Stupid.

Fuckingstupid. But it was done now.

CHAPTER THREE

“Torch their stink….” - Rider Marinos

Present Day.

The raid on theRaging Rebel’sMC’s dump they lived in went according to meticulous weeks of planning. Along with his VP and Snake, one of his Sergeant at arms, Rider had gone through their plan one last time in church, all his patched in boys more than ready to take out their rival pain in the ass MC.

The table had grown hushed, silence dropping like acid rain when it became clear that all the weeks of talking they were actually going to take out a rival club.

Not just a few members, but the whole fucking lot in one fell coordinated swoop.

It was past due to deal with Hades.

For more than two years now Rider had let shit slide while he was building his empire, getting his own businesses to a steady state that he could let the day to day running go to his other brothers, it took a lot of dedication out of the president to have so many fucking balls up in the air; that he supposed he’d took his eye off what mattered most, taking care of his territory.

While it had only been a bit of blow coming through his city Rider had deemed it not worth his time and effort to plug up that irritant once and for all. But then it had become more, and more.

If word got out that Rider had let it go soon other assholes would try to stop on his patch, weakness was a fast snowball effect and it was not something the Soul’s president was going to lay back and take like a pussy.

He’d been associated with Hades for longer than he’d wanted to be, otherwise known as Kyle Williams, such a nondescript name for the biggest douche Rider had the misfortune to know.

There was a time Hades had wanted to prospect for the Renegade Souls, he’d been a hangaround for a few months first, but even then, as a prospect himself Rider had seen Hades true colors and stayed away from the guy, he’d never had the clubs best interest at heart, and for any member of an MC it was club first and foremost.

When Rider’s uncle the then dickhead Prez had cut Hades loose telling the boy he was notSoulsmaterial Hades had stormed off declaring he’d spend the rest of his life making Rex regret that decision.

And wouldn’t you fucking know, that jerkoff hadn’t gone very far, knowing Armado Springs was run by theSouls,Hades had gone only one city over to Westbank Falls, close enough to fester his nasty self in Rider’s eye-line, and he’d become their thug of choice.

What a fucking joke.

But ten years later that fool was President and chief of the notorious one percentersThe Raging Rebels. The permanent pain in Rider’s ass.

Hades had forced the war between them because he was a bitter motherfucker who liked his own way.

It wasn’t as though theRebelscould touch theSouls, they weren’t even in the same class as Rider’s club, Hades only wished, but they pushed and they pushed, blatantly flipping the finger to all and every last one of Rider’s laws.

A year ago, Hades had uses Rider’s back roads along the mountains to bring through a shipment of illegal girls he intended to sell, that sick fuck was a pimp, pusher, enforcer, you name it, if it was illegal and morally fucking wrong on every compass, he wanted his fingers into it.

The talk was he’d brought girls as young as fourteen.

Enough wasenough.

Rider had had his fill of that irritant and was plugging him up for good.

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