Page 74 of Huge Dynamite
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We ride in a circle with Nick at the front. I’m just behind on his right with Bullet on his left. As we approach the street of the Dogs’ clubhouse, Nick puts up his arm and signals for me to ride ahead. Bearing down on the throttle, I rev the engine. As we pull up and make a cacophony of sound, two Dogs come to the front door. Looking back at my club, I nod to them. With our colors, bikes, and the size of us, we do make an intimidating presence. Parking my bike, I climb off and the other Knights follow.
Walking to the door, I’m blocked by the two Dogs wearing their colors, snarling and snapping at me.
“Sorry, boys,” I growl. “I haven’t had my rabies shot. Now let me the hell by.”
“Don’t think so.” One of the men crosses his arms before him and the other moves forward toward me.
That’s it. I don’t have time for this shit. Throwing an elbow, I hit one man clear in the nose, and as he stumbles back, I reach out and grab the other’s head. Bringing it down against my knee, I snap his nose. He staggers away as blood gushes down his face and he drops to a knee on the street corner. Turning back to the first Dog, I reach around, grabbing the back of his jacket, and toss him onto the street next to his brother.
Nick, Bullet, and Bullseye walk into the club as I finish taking care of these two assholes.
“Fucking Dogs,” I growl as I rush up behind the Dog I just tossed. I grab his arms, pull his wrists together behind his back, and zip-tie his hands together. Leaving him face-first on the street, I get up for the second.
“I got this,” Colt offers.
Nodding to him, I back away from the men as Colt zip-ties the second Dog’s wrists. Turning, I rush into the clubhouse. Barging through the door, I see Nick, Bullet, and Bullseye all standing in the middle of a semicircle of Dogs holding shotguns. The shotguns are still slung over their shoulders, pointing toward the ceiling, but they’re there to make a point.
If we were to even reach for our guns, we’d be dead in a second. Scanning the crowd, I find Luther front and center. His greasy hair is slicked back, and he has a new red scar on his cheek.
Locking my eyes on his, I take a deep breath. “Where the hell is she?”
“Who?”
“I’m gonna tear your slimy head clear off of your body.”
As I step toward Luther, Nick puts out his hand to stop me. He’s right.
“So, Nick.” Luther smiles. “It seems we have something you want, and you have something we want.”
“What’s that?” Nick is always cool and calm.
“It’s come to my attention that we do, in fact, want your land outside of Hoppa.”
“Why did you say no when I offered?”
Again, I move forward, but Nick holds me back.
Luther looks me up and down. “You wanted an exchange—your land for Greenville. In my plan, we get it all.”
“But we get the girl.” Nick looks directly at Luther.
“That would seem fair, yes.”
Luther wears a smug grin, and I can’t be the only one who wants to knock it off his face.
“Why do you want the land?” Bullet steps forward.
“We don’t want you to expand,” Luther explains. He sounds like he’s in a boardroom, negotiating his company’s stock. “Although you could never be us, there’s a slim chance you could steal some of our businesses away. We don’t just want the land, we want you to stop your build on this clubhouse—”
“—which you’ve already tried to do and didn’t succeed.” Nick stares Luther square in the eye.
“We have succeeded. I don’t see your building.”
“Because you froze the cement,” I hiss.
Luther’s gaze flashes to me and then he looks at Nick again.
