Part 12 (1/2)

After a few minutes, my phone beeps.

Hunter: All good. Quiet.

I pocket my phone, kick my stand up and reach for my helmet. Before I can put it on, the cool metal of a gun meets my temple.

”You better hope you're brave enough to pull the trigger, motherf.u.c.ker.” I keep my eyes straight ahead trying to a.s.sess my options.

”Brave b.a.s.t.a.r.d, aren't ya? Don't think I won't use it.” The voice isn't familiar to me, so I rule out Chad and try to go through the list of who I've p.i.s.sed off the last few months. It's a long list.

”What the f.u.c.k do you want?” I ask, kicking the stand of my bike down. If this a.s.shole hurts my bike, I won't be responsible for what I do.

”Where the f.u.c.k is she?” He presses the gun harder against my temple.

”Who?” My back straightens. Maybe this is about Kenzie.

”Sandra and my kid. I know you f.u.c.king took them, with this underground s.h.i.+t gig you have going on with Tiny.”

f.u.c.k.

Sandra was the woman I took from one of the Warriors a few months back, her and her baby daughter. I didn't plan on taking her and she definitely didn't come to me looking for a way out. I found her crying at the front of the local store one morning. Took one look at her and knew I couldn't walk away. At the time, I didn't know she belonged to a Warrior, not that it would have changed anything. I offered her an out and she took it.

”I don't know where your information is coming from, a.s.shole. But I don't know anyone named Sandra. Now either pull the f.u.c.king trigger or remove it from my head before I remove your arm from your body for you.” I don't have a death wish, far from it. But this a.s.shole is desperate to find his family. He's not going to risk shooting me Unluckily for him though 'cause I'm gonna make him f.u.c.king pay for even trying.

His laughter rings loud in the parking lot and I take my chance to overpower him. He doesn't see it coming. My elbow connects to his jaw, knocking him back. Twisting my body, I reach for his gun. He steadies himself and hits back. The b.u.t.t of his gun hits just above my eye. Warmth pours from my brow and I know he just split it open. f.u.c.ker.

His arm pulls back, ready to bring his fist back down on my face, but I'm faster this time. My fingers twist his wrist back, forcing him to drop the gun. He shouts in pain as I manage to slide off my bike. He comes at me again, his fist rearing back, but before he can connect I force my head forward, connecting with his nose. He falls down fast, blood flowing from his nose. The gun is out of sight, and I don't worry about it now. I kick at his chest, forcing him back to the asphalt before my boot finds his throat and I push down. Hard.

”I just want to find my family.” His words are strangled by the pressure of my boot and normally I'd take it easy on a desperate man, doing desperate things, but the f.u.c.ker just had his gun to my head and split my eyebrow open. I'm not feeling so forgiving today.

”The family you beat on?” I sneer down at him.

”So you do know where she is?”

”I f.u.c.king took her away from you, a.s.shole. And I'm not f.u.c.king telling you where she is.” I dig a little deeper with my boot. His back arches in pain, but it doesn't stop me. This piece of s.h.i.+t thought he was a man by putting his hands on his woman. He's not a man. He's pathetic.

”Please.” He gasps, his fingers scratching at my legs.

I step back, giving him a chance to fill his lungs. He spurts and coughs, rolling to his side.

”You wanna know where she is?” I ask, eyeing the gun. It's fallen close to my bike out of view. I pick it up and point it at him.

”You know I do. You have no f.u.c.king clue who you're messing with. The truce will be done with when my Prez finds out what you did.”

I laugh. ”You think I give a f.u.c.k about the truce? I don't. Means nothing to me, or our club,” I lie, knowing how far we've come with the Warriors. Blood has been shed, and the last thing we need is to have them coming into our territory.

”Tell me where she is and I won't go to my Prez,” he tries to threaten me.

”You don't know who you're playing with. You think your Prez is gonna start a war for you.” I release the safety on his gun and watch panic flash across his face.

”Put the gun down, Beau.” I hear movement to my left, but I keep the gun trained on the f.u.c.ker on the ground.

”Ain't gonna put it down.” I don't bother looking around. I know I have one guy to my left, and another to my right.

”Just f.u.c.king shoot him.” The weasel on the ground shouts to his friends, but no one reacts.

”What the f.u.c.k you doing, Baz? Told you to cool off with this Sandra s.h.i.+t,” another voice asks, this time from my right.

”I don't want any f.u.c.king trouble. Your boy, Baz, here had his gun to my head. Misunderstanding. He has the wrong man.”

The air is quiet as everyone waits for someone to make the next move.

”I will find her.” Baz comes to his feet, but doesn't step closer.

No f.u.c.king chance in h.e.l.l he's finding her.

”I wish you luck, but I don't know who you're looking for.” I lower the gun and place it in the waistband of my jeans.

”That's my gun, a.s.shole.”

”And now it's mine. Next time you put a gun to a man's head, make sure you pull the trigger.” I mount my ride, confident neither Baz nor the two guys will push the matter. There's no proof. I made sure of it. And they'd be stupid to push it either way, especially on our turf.

They all stay back as I put my helmet on. My eye is already swelling and my head is pounding. Baz begins to say something, but I start my bike and let the rumble wash away his voice.

I'm sure something will come out of tonight. I just f.u.c.ked up a Warrior and took his gun. But I don't give a s.h.i.+t. He's on our territory. He's lucky I didn't use his gun on him.

I give one more look back at Baz and take off. I take the long route home, taking extra back streets to weed out any tail I might have. I don't think I do, but I won't take any chances with Mackenzie now living with me.

After making sure I'm clear, I pull into my driveway and shut down my bike.

The house is lit up like a Christmas tree, and I shake my head.

d.a.m.n woman, I don't know why she has to have every light on in the house.

Before I go in to see her, I walk across the street to the truck Hunter sits in. He lowers the window when I'm close enough.

”What the f.u.c.k happened to you?” He notices my eye right away.

”You should see the other guy. Everything okay here?” I ignore his question and ask the important s.h.i.+t.

”Yeah, nothing happening.”

”Good. You can head out now. I'm in for the rest of the night.” I tap the top of his truck and turn to walk away.

”Oh, ya might wanna tell your woman, maybe not come out on the porch wearing what she's wearing tonight.” I turn and watch him put his hands up in surrender, just like Baz did earlier. ”Just saying, bro. Had both neighbors out earlier practically eye f.u.c.king her.” He starts his truck and peels down the street before I can tell him to f.u.c.k off.

Great. More s.h.i.+t to deal with tonight.