Page 49 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
No pressure.
Eight Black Feral bikes face off ten of Forsaken Saints, with Grayson’s military Jeep behind us further up the hill. The getaway vehicle if shit takes a turn.
I lean over to Grayson.
“Fuckers are definitely embracing the menacing look well,” I say, as we look down at Black Feral.
Their horror patch emblems shine in the darkness, as do the feral etchings on their masks over their mouths.
“I’m counting on you to take a bullet for your twin, if shit goes south.” My brother ignores me, grunting only in acknowledgment.
“Preferably in the ass,” I add. “Trust me. You’ll have Laurel to nurse you better as you lie in bed. Win win.”
“Shut the fuck up, West,” he deadpans with no real heat.
He knows I’m trying to alleviate the heavy mood. As much for myself as for my brothers.
“You could tell her the bullet’s still in your ass. Only sucking it out will save your life.” I can always count on Holden to hop on my train of stupid.
“I mean, some ass play never hurt no one,” I ponder. “Are you an ass man, big bro?” I ask Holden.
“I’ve been known to dabble.”
“You two are fucking idiots,” Grayson growls.
Holden and I laugh quietly, grinning at the other over Grayson’s big head. The mood instantly plummets when the van shows up, parking next to Forsaken. The plan begins.
We’re far back enough that we can see but not hear. Thanks to Gray, Styx and Raze are mic’ed up, and each of us has earpieces so we can hear what happens. The black van doors open, and a patch brother drags that fighting shit-licker, Brian, by the back of his shirt collar out.
“What the fuck?” Shit-licker cries out. “You brought me to them? They’re gonna kill me.”
“Shut up,” the MC brother shakes him and tosses him on the floor at Styx’s feet.
Styx calmly swings his leg and gets off his bike. Forsaken all rev their motorcycles. This is a game of intimidation. Ultimately, whose dick is bigger? Can’t show fear.
“Quiet,” Styx’s voice rumbles as he steps on that fucker’s hand.
He screams like the bitch he is.
“Psycho,” Styx calls out to Black Feral. “Let’s discuss.”
The Black Feral’s Enforcer, sitting on his bike across from Forsaken, dismounts. As Styx and two others approach the middle, so do two more join Psycho.
A duffel bag is tossed at Psycho’s feet.
“Fifteen K. Everything that piece of shit owes you.”
“You’re paying my debt?” Brian calls out, sounding relieved.
“Muzzle him,” Styx orders.
They duct-tape his mouth, keeping his hands tied at his back.
“My sister hasn’t been with that fucker for years. He doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.” Styx’s hands clench. My body steps forward instinctually.
Grayson’s hand holds me back.
“I should let you all teach him that lesson,” Styx’s voice booms, echoing through the trees.
