Page 14 of Dirty Salvation

There was only one he sought.

The dicksucking president.

So far, his office stood empty, cocaine scattered over a desktop, piles of waste paper on the floor, the guy lived in a dump, the bedroom markedPREZwas barren. There was no way Hades had known the raid was going to happen, Rider had kept it so tight not all of his club knew about it, his core men who he trusted with his life.

When Death happened to knock on your door, the fight or flee came into play.

As it was, noise escalated as theRebelstried to fight back.

Too little too late, death would come even as they struggled.

He smelled blood. A lot of fucking blood.

I know you’re here, you shitfuck. Rider prowled. A grim reaper stride, weapons gripped in his hands.

A streak of darkness slipped by Rider in a hallway, he recognized Hawk’s leather coat flapping at his hips. A second later the distinct sound of death, a startled gargle of noise before the wet noise of a knife being plunged harder into a body.

Hawk exited the room, his teeth gleamed brilliant white as he smiled at Rider, his voice was low “Another one bites the dust. Fun times at the zoo.”

Murder always put his VP in a good mood, he slapped Rider’s shoulder and moved out.

Get in.Get out. No lingering.

He knew after five minutes of prowling that Hades had somehow escaped detection. Just like a coward, he’d left his men to die without putting up any sort of a fight.

Rider would have gone down with his ship, but that was the difference between a mediocre president and a great president.

He couldn’t say he wasn’t disappointed; this was just prolonging shit he didn’t want dragging on.

Given an inch to gather himself, Hades could and most probably would cause a lot of damage for Rider’s club. But what could he do now?

He turned on his boots, heading back through a maze of corridors towards the rear exit. Texas was on body count duty, making sure to check every room one last time before they torched the place.

He couldn’t have said what caught his attention.

Not a noise exactly, but the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, Rider felt his lungs stall on an inhale as his eyes sought out the disturbance within the air, searching through the blackness.

In what would be called their main room, shabby couches that had seen better days, a few tables, nothing special, as he thought, theRebelswere animals through and through and lived like one.

He gave one sharp whistle, his boy’s feet stopping where they were, all eyes came at him. Their adrenaline would be high just as his was, eager to get rid of this fucking place once and for all even if Hades’ wasn’t lying among the dead, his day would come.

“Hold up a second.” As if sensing the same shit Rider was, Hawk appeared at his side. He would have smiled for his friend's automatic reaction to align himself at Rider’s shoulder instantly, but his eyes had landed on something a few yards away.

The fuck.

Had they missed one of theRebels? He turned his head, caught Hawk’s look, and he nodded towards the window. Both males’ steps were silent. It was only as he got himself closer that Rider paused.

Two something’s he was seeing.Unmovingyet terrified.

Hawk had his double guns pointed. Ever the maniac ready for carnage.

“The fuck is it?” He asked. “Hey, fuckwad, get the fuck out of there, there’s nowhere to hide, face your doom like a fucking man.”

Hawk was wrong. So wrong, Rider thought, as he went down on his haunches to better see. He couldn't quite figure what he was looking at for a second, he needed to flip a light, but that would have drawn too much outside attention, attention he didn’t need, until one of the lumps on the floor cowering beneath a large dark wood table off in the far corner beneath a window began to whimper and then cry loudly.

The second lump moved and gathered the crying mess into their arms.

Not aRebelafter all.Fucking hell, it was two girls.

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