Page 24 of Sinful Need
“In case you haven’t noticed my balls dropped.” I grab my cock to prove my point.
When suddenly, he drops to his knees. Standing over him is Storm. “That’s my kill, brother.”
“Fuck that. He’s mine.” I rebuke.
We stare off a moment not realizing Hawk is regaining his composure. He pulls himself up reaching for something in his boot, "You think you can take me on, pussy?”
The silver glint of his blade makes me step back but only for a second. I’m too fast for him.
“Mother fucker.” I growl.
Lunging toward him, I slam the butt of my gun into the side of his head. He drops to his knees, much like I did that night in the desert. Only I don’t kick and punch. It’s not his bruises I want. It’s his blood.
“This world has had enough of your evil. It’s time to put an end to it.” I raise my gun, pointing it directly at him. My finger is trembling on the trigger. I can feel the weight of the gun in my hand, the power it holds. I'm here to take justice into my own hands, to avenge the years he has taken away from me and the woman I love. I think of his victims behind me that both of our clubs are helping to safety and all the others that came before them. They all deserve justice as much as we do. I look into his eyes and see no remorse, no regret for the evil he has inflicted on innocent people. He deserves this. "You think you can get away with this? You think you can just buy and sell people like they're nothing more than commodities? You have done some terrible things in your life and now it is time to pay the price."
“Killing me won't end this. The man I do business with has hundreds of ports to funnel his whores through. This is a pit stop.” Hawk hisses. “There’s more whores every day. You’d be surprised how close they are and you don’t even know it.”
His evil laugh pierces my eardrums and a headache squeezes at my temples. I grab Hawk by his leathers and lean in real close, my face inches away from his. “Leave that to us. Every last one of those lowlifes will meet you in Hell before we’re through.”
“You have no idea who you’re gunning for. These men will crush you with their fancy fucking shoes before you can get close enough to figure out who they are.”
I shake my head, my mouth set in a tight line. “I’m not counting on you to give me names.”
Storm has been waiting for this moment, even longer than I have. He’s been planning and scheming all this time, waiting for the moment he was ready to strike. Our enemy is on his knees in front of us, our guns are ready. Both of us have bullets with Hawk's name on it. It only seems fair to share the kill.
“Together for old times’ sake?” I offer Storm. Hawk is too evil to show fear but I know that he knows it’s coming and that's satisfying enough for me.
“Right on brother. Let’s send this mother fucker to hell.” Simultaneously, we pull the trigger. The sound of the gunshots echo through the hanger. It’s the sound of justice served cold. Hawk slumps forward, hitting the ground in a pool of blood.
I exit the hangar and trek towards the truck, where Reaper is loading the last of the kidnapped women with Storm close behind me. Neither of us glance back. We don’t have to. I don’t feel guilty for ending Hawk’s life, only a sense of peace. I did what I set out to do, and was satisfied. I’ve taken back my life, and I was ready to live it. With Rayne.
“It’s over brother. Thanks for the assist.” Storm’s hand lands on my shoulder with a pat. “Pope, drop them off at Saint Francis Hospital over the border. We don’t want them to lead the cops back here or to the Club.”
Storm tosses Pope a bloody set of keys. “You got it, President.”
Storm can’t hide the smug satisfaction pulling at his lips. He’s earned his new title. A title that should have always belonged to him. “You’re going to need a plan to keep this club working. It’ll be rough with only five members.”
“I have a plan and now that Hawk isn’t in my way, I’m going to return order to this club. Question is which club is Rayne going to be a part of?”
“If I have anything to say about it, she’ll be coming with me.”
“Good. She always has a safe place with me but that’s where she belongs. Now how about we clean up this mess.”
I take in the dead bodies littering the asphalt as Chainz, Tank, Crusher and Reaper stroll up to us. Crash, Ghost and the prospect join Storm from the opposite side.
“Fine work.” Chainz offers Storm a hand, “If you need anything, you know who to call.”
“Thank you.” Storm reaches out and shakes his hand.
The minute to catch our breaths is short lived when Cobra comes through the headset in our ears, “In coming. The plane isn’t slowing, it nearly scalped me.”
We all glance up and spot the small plane. It’s going too fast to land. At this speed if it tries it’s going to crash. It dips closer to the runway and the door flies open catching us off guard with heavy gun fire. In response, we draw our guns and fire back in defense as we dive for cover. The rumble of Cobra and Hound’s bikes rushing the gate is music to my ears as they join us in battle. The situation quickly escalates, bullets flying everywhere. The plane pulls up but we don’t stop firing back.
The pilot loses control and the plane plummets downward. It hits the runway with a deafening boom that reverberates around us. The fire and heat that shoots outwards singes the hangar and leaves a trail of destruction in its wake. The sound echoes around us as we high tail it away from the explosion that lights up the dark sky like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
When we finally reach a safe distance, I lean over resting my hands on my knees and steady my breathing. “We need to go now. That’s going to draw some major attention.”
“We have a plane to catch if you got this.” Chainz asks Storm.
