it would me.
“Easy my ass . I got you motherfucker.” Pointing at me, I smile.
Yeah, we’ll see about that.
I turn into a devil when I fight. I break bones, I give no mercy.
Blood is all I want. I want to see the motherfucker bleed at my
hands. Call it demonic, or crazy. That’s all me.
When I was younger I’d be pushed to my limits. I wanted to die,
but once I learned how to fight, I became what people feared. I
was the devil himself and I own that shit.
“Let’s do it.” Clapping my hands together, we get into position.
My hands are clenched into fists as I ready myself for the
monster that comes at me.
Fists are flying, blood is shed. Bones crack and lips get split. I’m
running on pure adrenaline here. It courses through me like the
blood in my veins. I can feel it rising to the surface.
“Jesus, Ryker!” I can hear Jersey’s voice off to the side yelling at
me. A slight grin tugs at my lips before I move in on Jack. He
doesn’t know what’s about to come down on him.
My right fist connects with his eye before the crack can be
heard. Jack falls to the ground with his hands over his face. Rob
calls our little fight just as I see Tank and Creed pulling up.
They kill their bikes before walking toward us. Their faces are
haunted, and I know this is going to be bad news.
“Havin’ fun?” Tank nods at Jack as he pulls himself up off the
ground.
“ I was . What’s wrong?” Looking between the two of them, I
shake my head.
“Church in twenty. Get cleaned up.” Without another word, I
nod before heading over to Jersey.
“You won that bet, yeah?” Grabbing the towel and wiping my
face, she smiles.
“I did”. I knew my man was a winner. Kissing her quickly, I dry
my chest.
“Got church. After that I’m fuckin’ you all crazy.”
Without another word, I head inside to clean up.Chapter 33
Tank
“So, shit at the old warehouse wasn’t what we expected.
There’s enough C4 in that motherfucker to blow half the city.”
Creed looks around at all of us. My gaze tends to stay on Ryker
though. I know that out of all of us here, that motherfucker is
the most ruthless one of all.
“We blow it or score it?” Speak of the fucking devil and he
answers.
Creed’s eyes move to Ryker’s before he speaks again.
“Well, that’s what we don’t know. If we blow it, that brings a
shit storm on this city. One that we might not be ready to
handle. Feds, local police.” Creed shakes his head before I look
back over at him.
“But if we go back in for it, they won’t know which club has it.
We can’t go flashin’ that shit around or lettin’ it be known that
it’s here.” Creed nods his agreeance before Ryker stands. Damn,
why does he have to be so goddamn evil?
“Fuck that shit. We use that shit to blow them the fuck up! We
kill those motherfuckers with their own shit.” Half the room
chuckles along, but not the other half. They know just how crazy
Ryker really is.
“Thought about that, too. Heard they were settin’ up a new
clubhouse down off Shady. I thought we could let them get all
nice and settled before we play light the night. I want to watch
when they go in, meetins’, parties; I want to know it all.” Ryker
drops back into his chair with a huge ass grin on his face. Yeah,
he likes that idea.
“We vote on the kid.” Blowing out a breath, I didn’t want to do
this.
“What’s that mean? What kid?” Piper looks over at me before I
speak.
“When we were in there, a kid came in. Seventeen. He was told
to watch the shit and shoot on sight. Clearly he didn’t do that.
Now, we know he’s only a prospect, but we still need to vote on
what we do with him.” Ryker grins and I already know his
answer.
“Vote to let him slide, say no. Take him out, I.” Creed starts
around the table with me first. I’m not into killing kids.
“No.” I can’t kill a kid for being in the wrong place at the wrong
time. What kind of father does
“Easy my ass . I got you motherfucker.” Pointing at me, I smile.
Yeah, we’ll see about that.
I turn into a devil when I fight. I break bones, I give no mercy.
Blood is all I want. I want to see the motherfucker bleed at my
hands. Call it demonic, or crazy. That’s all me.
When I was younger I’d be pushed to my limits. I wanted to die,
but once I learned how to fight, I became what people feared. I
was the devil himself and I own that shit.
“Let’s do it.” Clapping my hands together, we get into position.
My hands are clenched into fists as I ready myself for the
monster that comes at me.
Fists are flying, blood is shed. Bones crack and lips get split. I’m
running on pure adrenaline here. It courses through me like the
blood in my veins. I can feel it rising to the surface.
“Jesus, Ryker!” I can hear Jersey’s voice off to the side yelling at
me. A slight grin tugs at my lips before I move in on Jack. He
doesn’t know what’s about to come down on him.
My right fist connects with his eye before the crack can be
heard. Jack falls to the ground with his hands over his face. Rob
calls our little fight just as I see Tank and Creed pulling up.
They kill their bikes before walking toward us. Their faces are
haunted, and I know this is going to be bad news.
“Havin’ fun?” Tank nods at Jack as he pulls himself up off the
ground.
“ I was . What’s wrong?” Looking between the two of them, I
shake my head.
“Church in twenty. Get cleaned up.” Without another word, I
nod before heading over to Jersey.
“You won that bet, yeah?” Grabbing the towel and wiping my
face, she smiles.
“I did”. I knew my man was a winner. Kissing her quickly, I dry
my chest.
“Got church. After that I’m fuckin’ you all crazy.”
Without another word, I head inside to clean up.Chapter 33
Tank
“So, shit at the old warehouse wasn’t what we expected.
There’s enough C4 in that motherfucker to blow half the city.”
Creed looks around at all of us. My gaze tends to stay on Ryker
though. I know that out of all of us here, that motherfucker is
the most ruthless one of all.
“We blow it or score it?” Speak of the fucking devil and he
answers.
Creed’s eyes move to Ryker’s before he speaks again.
“Well, that’s what we don’t know. If we blow it, that brings a
shit storm on this city. One that we might not be ready to
handle. Feds, local police.” Creed shakes his head before I look
back over at him.
“But if we go back in for it, they won’t know which club has it.
We can’t go flashin’ that shit around or lettin’ it be known that
it’s here.” Creed nods his agreeance before Ryker stands. Damn,
why does he have to be so goddamn evil?
“Fuck that shit. We use that shit to blow them the fuck up! We
kill those motherfuckers with their own shit.” Half the room
chuckles along, but not the other half. They know just how crazy
Ryker really is.
“Thought about that, too. Heard they were settin’ up a new
clubhouse down off Shady. I thought we could let them get all
nice and settled before we play light the night. I want to watch
when they go in, meetins’, parties; I want to know it all.” Ryker
drops back into his chair with a huge ass grin on his face. Yeah,
he likes that idea.
“We vote on the kid.” Blowing out a breath, I didn’t want to do
this.
“What’s that mean? What kid?” Piper looks over at me before I
speak.
“When we were in there, a kid came in. Seventeen. He was told
to watch the shit and shoot on sight. Clearly he didn’t do that.
Now, we know he’s only a prospect, but we still need to vote on
what we do with him.” Ryker grins and I already know his
answer.
“Vote to let him slide, say no. Take him out, I.” Creed starts
around the table with me first. I’m not into killing kids.
“No.” I can’t kill a kid for being in the wrong place at the wrong
time. What kind of father does
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