Page 15 of Dirty Salvation

Just when his plan was coming together effortlessly he had two upset females on the floor before him.What in the fuck.Groupies were going to happen, if they happened to be a casualty of war then it would, he hadn’t been able to plan around women not hanging around and getting caught up in the fight, they’d lucked out until this point, maybe it was the fuck-fest mid-season break, who could tell, but they hadn’t encountered one female as they ghosted through the place killing one sleeping Rebel after another.

He almost stepped right on by them to finish the job.

Hades was nearby somewhere, had to be, if he’d sneaked out when he realized his clubhouse was invaded, then he couldn’t have gone far, not with one of his boys disabling all the vehicles out front.

Rider wasn't leaving until he was wearing that cocksucker's blood on his hands. But then.

"Please..please help us."

A rusty voice pleaded and he stood stock still gazing down against the dark background of shadows, into a pair of glowing eyes, the moonlight catching the bruises on her cheek. The bundle she was holding was much smaller and crying like a wounded animal.

Disturbingly focused as Rider was, his entire body was precise in what he had to do, whoever these females were, young or old, he couldn’t distinguish in this light, though with her voice her guessed pretty fucking young, he should have walked away, they wereRebelsproperty so his give a fuck was in full mode, he wanted anything to do associated with that club about as much as he did a prostate exam with a rusty knife.

“Please, help us. They won’t let us leave.”

The despair in the torn voice reached inside his chest.

And he made a quick decision. Still, in his crouch, he held out a hand. “Come out from there.” Nothing.

“Come the fuck out if you wanna get out of here. We ain't waitin’ around.” His voice rose more forceful and that got them moving.

It was a surprise when it was Lawless of all people who stepped forward, crouching his massive body and reached under the table physically dragging the much smaller person out. She let go in an inhale as if gearing to scream for all she was worth, before that could happen Lawless had her up in his arms, holding her like a football and his palm clamped against her mouth.

The woman stood closest to Rider trembled and stepped forward. "No! please don't hurt her! please!"

"Shhh, babe. He ain't going to hurt her, but we need to fuckin' move right now, you with me? stay calm and stay close to me."

Lawless with his cargo stepped in front of Rider first telling his passenger in a growl.

"Keep quiet and I'll remove my hand, we're not going to harm you, if you didn't know already, we're helping you." Like magic, the girl went lax in his arms, no longer stiff as a board and ceased her mumbling, as he promised Lawless took away his hand when no scream emitted from her Rider gave the okay for them to finally move out.

Both girls were unkempt from what he could see, hair a mess, clothes too big, he caught glimpses of blond as she stuck to his back like glue manoeuvring them through the corridors, at a cross section of hallways all five men came to a halt.

The fuck, all of them looked at each other, and then down the two corridors.

Which fucking way was out again?

He was going to have to wing it, they'd already been here too long. it was plenty of time for Hades to have gathered more men together and to head back.

"It's ... it's this way." The feminine voice dripped with fear, reached out a hand and pointed left.

"You heard her." his whisper sounded and they all followed Lawless.

Hawk was the fire starter, he'd stayed behind to set mini fires throughout, couldn't chance using an explosive, it had to look as natural born as they could make it, and gasoline would only bring questions later. Rider was half-way down the street when Hawk emerged minutes later whistling a jaunty fucking tune like he'd just come home from the theater and not caused mayhem.

He flashed a wicked grin Rider's way as he caught up. "Boom goes bye bye" he laughed darkly.

And Rider grinned his own amusement.

His VP was a sick motherfucker to get off on this violence.

They reached their bikes in record time, but not before they saw smoke begin to billow out of the Rebel's building, a few more minutes it would go up in a blaze but by that time Ride and crew would be back in their own clubhouse in the depths of the party already in full swing.

Easy enough for the selectSoulsto slip out and be undetected.

He climbed onto his Harley, purred his girl to life, set a gaze to the chick.

The fuckwas he meant to do with twoRebelsbitches? he wasn't in the business of kidnapping, it ran his blood cold, he'd never use a chick against anyone, it was weak and Rider was anything but weak.

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