Page 29 of Forever Zara

Fire burning through his chest wall.

He gave the nod to Hawk without even glancing his way.

Another Pop! And the two of them headed to the door. Hawk already had a cylinder of gas out of his pocket. He sprayed it like confetti.

So muchDéjà vufrom the firstRaging Rebelsraid years ago.

The pair changed clothes, burning the ones they’d been wearing, while the shack behind them crackled and ignited in seconds.

They didn’t rush.

Didn’t celebrate.

But when they approached their Harley’s, Rider threw his leg over his first, followed by Hawk, who asked, “well? Who are we gunning for next?”

“Take a guess.”

It took Hawk only a second. “You’re fucking with me?”

Rider laughed, a dark unfunny sound because Hawk knew without being told, and he cursed the air blue.

“Bold motherfucker.”

“Maybe so. But as we know, Rex is not smart.”

Not at all.

And he’d be dead very soon.

Rider theorized if Rex couldn’t get theSoulsback for himself, then he’d make damn sure someone else pushed them out of the limelight as Plan B. At least, he’d tried to. He was already gonna kill him. Now he’d do it with fucking joy in his heart for what he’d tried to do here.

He’d been so desperate for any sense of power again, he’d partnered with the devil.

As with all devils, there was only one place to send them.

If Rider had any forgiveness in him, Rex made sure he’d eliminated it.

He was going to fucking love this more than he should.

ELEVEN

“A psycho misses all the fun.” - Lawless

Wedding: T-minus 12 days.

“I leave you alone for five minutes and look at the fun you’re having without me,” smirked Lawless, sitting across the white Formica table from Rider.

There were vending machine coffees in front of them, along with empty Pop-tarts wrappers, Rider had fished out of the machine for Lawless.

“Shit like that never stays gone for long. Knowing Hades, he has kids growing as we speak who will take up the mantle in fifteen years,” remarked Lawless with a click of his tongue. “Knox will have his hands full one day.”

Rider didn’t disagree. The life of a club prez wasn’t an easy one, nor was it a quiet life. If his son wanted to have the gavel one day, he’d need to know it wasn’t rainbows and days at the park. The work was grueling. But if Rider could do all he could now, then one day, it would be an easier—safer life for his kids. Rider didn’t want Knox to have to do the shit he’d done over the years to get where he was now. Compared to more than a decade ago, lifewasbetter. And it would keep going that way as long as Rider did the dirty work.

“Won’t that be a fun day when the spawn of Hades turns up,” joked Rider with a sour taste in his mouth. “I’ll have plenty of bullets to welcome them.”

“Count me in. I need a decent bloodbath.”

“Prison life getting to you?”

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