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“Careful, prospect, the Pres wants her useful.”
I stared imploringly at Nash, a biker who’d never been too mean to me, or too threatening, and what a world I was living in when that was my best option.
“Please, Nash, he was only defending himself. Reaper started it.”
Nash’s face tightened with anger, and he grabbed my jaw in a painful grip.
“Reaper was my best fucking friend, bitch, and if you think I don’t want retribution in blood, you’re wrong. Quite happy to bleed you both for this.”
Oh god, no! I tried to slam my knee into his groin as I pulled my face out of his grip, but he drew his fist back and punched me, dodging my kick, and I fell backward, my head crashing against the hard floor, and darkness claiming me.
Someonewasliftingme,and I felt groggy and confused, but I knew I had to fight them off. Knew I had to stop them from taking me. Who knew what they’d do to me?
“M… mmm…”
“Don’t worry, love, you’re fine.”
“Mmm… Mic…”
“Mike? Is that your fella? Don’t worry, darlin’, just rest. We’re getting help for ya.” Everything went dark again before I could respond.
Stitch
Whatthefuckhappenedhere, because what we rode into was a fucking shitshow. After passing two downed bikers on the way in, one dead and one unconscious, we knew we were heading into a dangerous situation, but there was a woman in danger, and she had to be our priority. I slowed and parked up, when we reached some gates which must lead to the property, and my heart jumped in my chest as I heard a gunshot.
“Fuck!” I heard Has yell from his bike beside mine. Guns were a fucking complication we didn’t need. We’d had a message on our call to arms channel, giving us this address, and warning of an attack by the Rogues, and that there had been gunfire, but we had to rescue the woman before any harm came to her. Once we were all off our bikes, we started moving in, staying as close to the treeline as we could.
“You think she’s still alive?” Ry asked as he moved up beside me, and all I could do was shrug, and fucking hope.
“I see another body up ahead, no wait, there are two, and it looks like they’re civilians,” Has murmured, having moved ahead of us. Rocket was bringing up the rear, and that was it, four of us against who knew how many armed bastards.
“Sure wish we had Torch with us,” Rocket murmured from behind me, like Torch was the only one who was useful in a showdown. Fuck it, I wished he was here too, with about another ten of our guys.
“There’s the woman,” Has suddenly yelled, as he stared running along the treeline, toward the woman with three men standing over her prone form. They were all wearing cuts, and I recognised their fucking president among them. That fucker clearly fostered this kinda bullshit, and that was a reason to put them all down.
“I’ll go in and distract them, and we’ll take the fuckers down. They all die. The priority is the woman.”
As my brothers ran through bushes and shit, I backtracked to my bike, and started her up. Time to go in and talk my ass off to a guy with a gun. Fuck, let me come home to Camille after this, I’d never expected to get a lifetime with her, but I’d do anything to make that happen.
Has-Been
Icouldn’tfuckingthinkof anything except that poor woman they were standing around, but thank fuck they were still talking, and not doing anything to her. If she was alive, and I hoped like fuck that she was, we’d get her out of there before they could do her harm.
I moved past a van parked at an awkward angle beside some fallen motorbikes, thinking through our options, until a hand on my shoulder made me jump, and I spun to face my assailant, but thankfully it was just Ryder.
“VP wants us to stealth our way around behind them and take them down. He’s going in up front.” Fuck me, Stitch was going to face these fuckers? What if they just put a bullet in him?
“Jesus, Elise will kill me if anything happens to him.” Ry rolled his eyes at me and pointed out a route behind some bushes.
“Rocket is moving around the side of the house, and we’re going this way. Take down and kill, yeah? Only the woman survives, and her fella, whoever the fuck that is. Probably one of these dead ones here.”
“That one’s not dead. He just moved.”
Ry nudged me to keep moving, so we crept around the fence line between the house and a second building, which may have been a barn or something.
The rumble of Stitch’s bike caught our attention, and that of the three men, as they stepped around the woman to face him off, but I noticed the president hid his gun in his pants.
“Well, well, well… what would Phoenix MC be doing here? And their VP of all people. What an honour,” the fucker said snidely, spitting on the ground in front of him.
