Page 14 of A Dangerous Game
He squeezes his eyes shut. “I know. Get my girl back.”
I shake my head trying to fight the urge to argue with him over who’s girl she is. She’s mine. She’s always been mine. She will always be mine.
Sinclair has got the legs of a goddess. They are long, tan and hanging off the back of Bishop’s bike. She’s got to be adopted. There’s no way in fuckin’ hell Bishop has a daughter this beautiful.
“Hey, beautiful,” I murmur to her and stick my hand out for her to grab it and help her off the bike.
She bypasses my hand and slips off the bike without any help.
“Hey, yourself. What’s a lady gotta do to get something to drink around here?”
“Try being a lady first!” Elvis calls over to her with a blonde chick in his lap.
Sinclair flips him off. “I am too a lady!”
Chuckling to himself, he takes a swig off his beer. “You ain’t no fuckin’ lady. You’re just Sin.”
“What would you like to drink, gorgeous?” I ask her. If no one else is going to get her a drink, I will. Hell, I would bring the whole bar out to her.
Smiling like a damn princess in a valley full of criminals, she makes my dick thicken in my jeans. “Yes, please. I would love a beer.”
“Check her identification!” Elvis nags.
Looking her up and down, I smirk. There’s no way in hell this little angel is anything but of age. “Already did.”
Sinclair’s holding her hand out to me. I look down at her chipped black nails and a skull ring on her middle finger. The woman is a contradiction. A mixture of heaven and hell all in one.
And I can’t wait to debauch the angel and spring myself into hell.
Sure enough, the gates are blown to fuckin’ shreds and there’s shrapnel everywhere.
“Who the fuck did this?” Skull hollers while parking his bike.
The thunder from the Harleys drone out and we’re all standing around the gate that has been bombed.
Around the gates, or where the gates used to be, metal is haphazardly lying on the ground with a blanket of bullets.
“Whoever wants a fuckin’ war is about to get it,” I mumble. “This is gettin’ fuckin’ ridiculous!”
“This is personal. Not someone who just decided to pick off the local MCs. We need to check out what is left of the recording,” Elvis suggests.
“We need to clean this shit up and get the gate back up,” I suggest. “If someone’s watchin’ us right now, they can pick us without our gate.”
Skull, one of the other brothers, speaks up. “The boy’s right. We need to get this gate figured out. Get ahold of the steel and we’ll build us a new one. No party tonight. We need to get this figured out.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I feel the weight of someone’s stare. I turn to peer over my shoulder but I don’t see anyone other than the brothers. “Get down!” I bark and jump to the ground.
“What the fuck-”
The sounds of fire cracking through the air has all of us jumping into action. Our guns are drawn and we’re ducked behind our busted gates for protection. Since the gate was designed to keep us safe on the inside, we’re having to use all our resources to make sure we’re protected.
“Where the fuck they comin’ from?” Shouts Spaz.
I stick my head out from behind the iron gate pieces hoping to see if I can see anyone. Or see anything. “Fuck!” I yell out. I can see the smoke coming off the barrels of the guns through the haze of night. “They are hiding behind the trees!” I can’t tell the number of people but I have a feeling it’s more than a couple.
We’re definitely getting fucked with.
The haze from the smoke is blinding and thick. Chokingly thick.
