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It all seemed brutal, the way we were acting. But I knew what would happen if the Messengers had the advantage. They would have had us bent over their bikes, giving it to us in a way that didn’t feel good. If they found out who I was, they would have killed us.
“What do we do with him?” Carmen asked. “Shoot him?”
“You’re Beast’s old lady,” he said. “Fucking cunt. You know what I’m gonna do with you? Stick my dick in your mouth and down your throat.”
“I doubt it’s bigger than her tongue,” Carmen said and shot the man.
The three of us stood motionless. Carmen had killed a man, and Gigi had shot another. It seemed too easy.
“You two okay?” I asked. I knew what it was like. There’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you were going to hell if you believed in that sort of thing. You’d ended someone’s life and written The End after the final chapter of their book.
“I’m okay, I think,” Carmen said. They would have killed us. She stuck the gun in her waistband and headed toward the whore house.
“There’s no turning back from this, is there?” Gigi said. “We’re part of this.”
“In the morning, all three of you should go home and never return. This is what life in an outlaw biker club is like. It’s kill or be killed. One day, you’ll end up on the wrong side of that equation.”
Gigi nodded. “I know.”
The whore house front entrance opened, and Wendy stood there with Daphne, the two barely dressed. I saw a shadow behind them, and Brainiac appeared, wearing only boxer briefs.
“Shit, Brainiac, what’re you doing? Marcus will be pissed.” I moved inside and locked the door when everyone else joined. “Two Messengers were sitting outside waiting on you three.”
“Did you shoot them?” Wendy asked.
Carmen handed me the Glock. “I had to.”
“This is not fucking good,” Wendy said.
“You leaving the clubhouse without telling us is not fucking good.” I went to the window. “Oh, fuck.” The others joined me.
“Who is that?” Gigi asked. She’d finally stopped shaking.
“Damnit. That’s Rip Ingles. The club president.” I stepped away from the window. “Where’s your bike, Brainiac?”
“Out back.” He drew his gun and started to open the front door. He wasn’t like the other club members and officers. He was still wet behind the ears regarding the brutal side of club business. No fucking way I was letting him go outside.
“Where’s your car?” he asked.
“Two blocks on the other side of that asshole out there.”
Brainiac killed the lights. Rip looked our way, and he and the two men with him started in our direction. “Stay inside. I will go out back, start my bike, and take off. They’ll follow me. When it’s clear, take the back streets to your car and get your asses back to the clubhouse.”
Brainiac did as he said he would. We watched him speed away, as did Rip and his men. They looked back toward the whore house.
“They aren’t leaving,” Gigi said.
“Oh, shit, not again.” I moved everyone away from the lobby and down the hall from the back entrance. “He’s carrying a gas can. They’re going to torch the place.”
We heard someone pounding on the back entrance. Someone else beat on the front door.
“Now, what?” Gigi asked. “They’re going to turn us into chicken nuggets.”
At the hall’s end, I opened the window that led to a side street that would take us into darkness. “Follow me and keep quiet.”
The five of us crawled through the window. The roar of bikes told us that Rip had called backup. Gunfire then told me I was wrong.
I led my little group to the building’s corner and peeked around. Marcus, Diesel, Big Kentucky, Brainiac, Watcher, and Cinder stood face to face with Rip and six of his men. If one shot were fired, they would all die on both sides. And then Rip did something unexpected. He lowered his gun. He stepped to the side and looked at something in the distance.
