Page 129 of Indecent Lies

Grigori looked uninterested.

“You’re hard to get rid of, I’ll give you that due. You’re like a case of untreatable herpes, but you’re nothing, man. Nothing. You’ve always been a joke in this town.” Ah, that got a reaction with a tick in the Russian’s jaw. Go for the ego, roger fucking that, Texas thought. “Rider was a good man, he has people who give a fuck about him, he did right by this town and his club. You wouldn’t know a fuck about that.”

“Enough, Mr. Hunt. This is not interesting.”

Texas laughed darkly, moving closer, staring at the man. “I felt violently sick every time I had to talk to you. I would never work with you, you psycho. Never. Those raids? You have me to thank for that. And you were so fucking dumb not to see it. Those investments I passed on? Yeah, not worth the paper they’re written on, how much did you put in, a good few mill right? Ah, man, sorry.” He grinned tightly. “Never trust a Hunt, we’re sly motherfuckers. Only I stand behind my friends,my fucking club, even when I don’t wear the cut. Fuck you for what you’ve done.”

Honest to God, Texas’ fury disappeared in a second when from out of the corner of his peripheral he caught the slightest movement from the floor.

He went right on taunting the Russian, letting flow his emotions and poisoned thoughts.

And while he did, it gave Rider the moment he needed to pull a Jesus and rise from the goddamn grave, giving Texas a heart attack, though he kept his gaze on Grigori, didn’t give it away until Rider was on his feet behind the Russian and had the man in a headlock pressing his face into the desk.

Relief felt like burning in Texas’ chest.

Not dead.

Not fucking dead.

Jesus Christ.

He couldn’t let his legs go now, not when there was shit still to do.

He sounded very undead like when Rider hissed. “Word of advice, you dumbfuck. Always riddle the body on the floor with bullets to make sure they’re really dead, haven’t you seen a horror movie before? The body always fuckin’ rises. Surprise, bitch.”

If not for the situation, Texas would have rolled on the floor laughing.

“Tex. Gun.” Issued Rider, forcibly keeping the man down with his own heavy body while Russian slews flew and when Grigori attempted to scream out for help, Rider plugged his mouth with a hard fist, spurting blood.

Texas scooped up Rider’s gun from the floor and handed it over.

“Sick to fuckin’ death of hearing your Russian fuckin’ mouth. Oh, and one last thing, you’ll love this. This is from your boss thepakhan. Had a nice talk with that dying old man, once he knew you were skimming millions fromhismoney, he asked me to finish you, as a nice favor. Fuckin’ perfect. He doesn’t know we set that up too. This is for my club, for my boy, Grinder. Bye, fucker. Told you before, I always win in the end, should have taken my warning as gospel.”

It all happened in 10ths of seconds, Texas’ eyes pinging from the door and the rushing of more feet to Rider putting the gun butt to Grigori’s temple to incapacitate him.

And then.

One bang and another enemy of the Renegade Souls MC was dead.

Not maybe dead, the brain matter and blood that splattered across the office was about as dead as dead came.

There was no time to celebrate. To breathe. To make sure Rider wasn’t really shot.

“Behind you,” warned Rider changing the angle of his gun to the doorway.

Three bulls. Weapons drawn.

A lot of bullets sprayed from them all.

Only Rider and Texas remained standing.

The last man to the door was already firing inside the office when Texas tried to aim, and found the weapon empty.

It was instinct born of friendship and loyalty that made him put himself in the way as the guy took aim at Rider’s head and fired.

Texas’ voice was loud when he screamed out one word, filled with both fear and anger. “No!”

He put himself directly in the firing line by throwing himself left and felt pain rip through his upper arm. That shit meant it cut through Texas’ flesh and bone but it also changed the course from hitting Rider’s skull.

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