They wore Hades’ insignia. Following inhisfootsteps.
TheywereRaging Rebels.
And he’d let them live.
The head of the table was his spot.
Where he ruled.
And governed his MC.
He set out the laws.
He said what could happen in his town, and now his woman felt violated all over again.
This wasn’t right.
This wasn’t fuckingright.
The chair went out from underneath him as he stood, pushing it back with force, it bounced into the wall.
Hawk didn’t look at all surprised as he flipped his bottomless death-like eyes up at him and rose at a slower pace.
Hawk knew him. Inside and out.
Could anticipate Rider’s every move.
Proving it by asking. “We gonna go kill them then?”
“Yes.” Rider answered without hesitation.
Yeah, he was gonna kill them all.
Cut off the beast’s head before it could grow into a nightmare again.
His job wasn’t fun. It was following through with decisions no one else wanted to. The bad and the downright despicable decisions.
And he’d keep killing until every person who got the smart idea to put on aRaging Rebelscut in the future, sending a message they were taking their last breaths if that was their choice.
It would leave no one alive to put Hades’ organization into fruition again.
Not a worshipper of that mad fuck.
Relative, son or brother.
He’d kill them all without care.
Meeting Hawk’s eyes, he saw his VP and friend were on the same page.
“Do I need to call in the others?”
“No.” he answered, “you and me.”
“Fine by me. Let me call Gia.” Killing was nothing for Hawk, just like picking steak out of his teeth. And for once, Rider was grateful for his VP’s give no fucks attitude with ending a life.
He had to make a call too to Zara, and then to make sure Pretty-Boy could stay with her at the house. Fuck. His parents were there too.
And his father would smell trouble a mile off.