Page 110 of Property of Stone
That was fucked up. And soon, they’d be the same way.
“Where they headed?” Ogre asked.
Ransom glanced up from reading the latest text. “This way.“ Circling his hand above his head, he yelled, “Mount up. They’re gonna be here in a few.” He stabbed at his phone, then put it to his ear. “Squid. Gather up all the prospects you can find. Put them in the van and head toward Trevorton Road. And hurry the fuck up. Will update you if we change course. No draggin’ your goddamn feet, either. Not if you want your rockers.”
Once Ransom hung up, no other words needed to be said. The rest of their brothers all knew what needed to be done. It was time to not only school those motherfuckers, but confiscate their sleds. A tax they charged any club for entering their territory without permission.
Stone ate up the distance between him and Taryn.
“Now what?” she asked when he reached her.
“Gotta deliver a message.”
“To whoever owns those four bikes? What kind of message?”
“Yeah. A fuckin’ clear one.”
“That says?”
“This is our territory. We fuckin’ rule it. No one steps on our patch without our approval. No one.”
“Maybe they didn’t know it was your territory.”
“Guess they’re gonna fuckin’ learn.” It was a lesson about to be learned the hard way. “Hurry and get back on. Hold on fuckin’ tight ‘cause shit’s about to go sideways.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Normally,from Trevorton they’d take Route 890 north to return to the clubhouse. The four bikers wearing Twisted Souls cuts— a dumb as fuck decision—continued west on Route 225, probably trying to find the nearest highway.
The way they shot past the Kings like their asses were on fire made it clear they realized they were caught in the wrong area. The only question was, were they here on purpose or by accident?
While it didn’t matter either way when it came to how the Kings would handle the potential threat, it would be smart to find out if they had been scouting or not. If so, it would quickly land the Twisted Souls on the Kings’ enemies list.
And that was not a good list to be on. That meant if they were spotted out in the wild—at any time or at any place—they most likely would never be heading back to their own territory again.
Since Devil Dog and Grim were trailing a distancebehind the four intruders, they quickly fell back into formation when the rest of the Kings pulled out.
“Hang on tight!” Stone warned Taryn again. “Shit might get wild.”
Her fingers dug painfully into his gut. Unlike earlier when she was relaxed and enjoying the ride, she was now so damn stiff, he swore she turned into a concrete statue.
What was about to happen wasn’t anything he wanted her to witness, especially since she was still considered an “outsider,” but fuck if he was peeling off from the pack and leaving his brothers to deal with the problem without him.
He was the goddamn VP. He needed to act like it.
At the back of his mind, he thought this could be a good test for Taryn. And satisfy his curiosity on whether she could deal with the outlaw biker life and not be a damn snitch by tipping off the pigs. So far, she had rolled with the punches, but what was about to happen would be nothing like she’d experienced so far.
Ransom was right. None of what they were about to do would shock any of the ol’ ladies. They knew the life, and what to expect, before they accepted their “property of” cuts.
To Taryn, this was all new and not a life she chose. She wasn’t out to become an ol’ lady and didn’t plan on sticking around. The only reason she got involved with him at all was for protection from her abusive ex.
Only, what she was about to see with her very own fucking eyes might cause her to leave before the ex was even freed. She was about to find out that dealing with a single asshole like Vic the Dick was nothing compared to twenty-four. Thirty-two if he counted the prospects.
Since no main highway was easily accessible from where they were, it gave the Kings enough time to catch up to the small group before they could escape, despite the fact thosemotherfuckers were twisting their throttles hard and pushing their sleds to their limits. Stone wouldn’t be surprised if one of them skidded out, kissed the pavement, and caught a bad case of road rash.
Hell, road rash would feel like a goddamn tickle compared to what his brothers were about to do to them: make them wish they never stepped foot in Kings’ territory.
Ogre was no longer at the back of the pack with Stone. Instead, he had swapped spots with Wheels since he had a weapon none of the rest of them had. A hundred-and-fifty pound loyal beast with wickedly sharp teeth.
