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I waited, but silence was all that followed.
“Guess the Pres has spoken,” Tommy said softly, dragging a hand through his dark hair and turning in place, so he could watch the outside, and also see us.
“How are ya doing, Trish?” I hadn’t expected him to ask her directly, but I felt her freeze for a moment before her body relaxed again.
“I’m okay, thanks. You’re Tommy?” He nodded, and I saw a small smile on her face.
“It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for helping me.”
He grinned at her. “Wish I’d been there on the front line, but the main thing is that you’re safe.”
I hugged her tighter, so he couldn’t get closer to her. I wasn’t sure if he was just being nice, or this was a prelude to flirting, but he wasn’t about to make a move on my fifteen year old sister, no matter how nice he seemed.
Thirty
Sevenguys.That’sallthat fucking remained once we’d taken out all the attackers, and these seven looked kinda shellshocked. Were they genuinely surprised at the brutality of their club members, or the Phoenix ones, for that matter, or were they thinking they’d play us and catch us unawares? I mean, one had tried that, and that’s why there were seven instead of eight. The knife slash on my left arm was testament to that failed attempt.
“What do we do with these ones?” Torch asked Ryder, who shrugged and pointed at me.
“He can decide, but if he gets this wrong, it’s his ass that gets killed, right?”
We had them all on their knees, with their hands laced together on their heads. It was the best way to make sure no more of them were armed, or planning an attack again.
“You gonna try something?” I asked the first one, Harley. Good name for a biker, right? If you like Harleys, that is. The guy groaned, and looked around him.
“That seems like it’d be unwise. What’s exactly going on here though? You going for club annihilation? We’re dead anyway then, right?”
I sighed, glancing back at Ryder, who just shrugged again.
“It doesn’t have to go down like that. Are you like them? Is your love of club life because of all the raping and shit?”
He grimaced, turning to spit on the body of one of his club brothers.
“I’m not down for fucking with a teenager, if that’s what you’re asking. That’s messed up. That was down to the VP. He wanted revenge, but I just wanna ride, man.”
The others were nodding, and I could kinda trust that, if not for the fact that so many of this club were like him, like my fucking dad.
“You like beating on people?” I asked him next, and he smirked.
“Who doesn’t? Someone fucks with the club, they’re fucking with me.”
I nodded. “So you wanna come at me for this? I just destroyed your club, didn’t I?”
He lowered his hands and stood up slowly, and I could feel my former brothers steeling themselves, just like I was. If he came at me, he’d die too.
“Seems to me like we have a new club president. You decide to lead, and I’ll follow. I just wanna ride, drink, get high, and enjoy life. These guys beside me? They’re not gonna have a beef with you.”
Ryder stepped forward then. “What if you’re getting patched over?”
Harley shrugged. “As long as I get to celebrate with a beer, and we have help cleaning this shit up, I’m good.”
The next guy stood up, slapping Harley’s back firmly.
“He’s literally my brother, so where he goes, I go. Family sticks together.”
“Is a patchover what’s happening here?” I asked Ryder, lowering my voice to try and keep that shit private.
“Can you guys get the fuck on with things? I have better things to do than sit here listening to you stick your thumbs up your asses.”
