12. Chapter 12
Myth
“You sure about this?” Fang asked me as we dismounted from our bikes outside the abandoned factory.
“Frenzy told me this is the only place where anyone had seen activity lately.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Fuck off, Fang. I’m not talking about her with you.”
He may be one of my oldest friends, but this ain’t something he could talk me out of. She was mine.
To protect.
To love.
I wasn’t sending her back to the asshole who thinks she’s his. She would always be mine.
Menace joined us as we pulled our weapons out and headed toward the entryway of the factory. Frenzy had tracked the Bloody Scorpions on the CCTV heading in this direction and since this is the only unaccounted for factory, it had to be theirs.
Fang kicked open the doors and men scrambled, raising their guns at us. I waited for someone to claim responsibility so we could talk. They may be our rivals but if they thought about taking out a Royal Bastard, they’d have their asses handed to them and they knew it.
“We can wait all day,” I called out. “Or I can call the rest of my brothers here. You choose.”
Finally, after a few nervous glances at each other, one of them stepped forward. I noted his name on his kutte with the President patch underneath.
“Mind telling us what you’re doing on our territory without permission, Notch?”
“Do I need permission to set up here?” he asked, a cocky grin on his face that I knew was going to piss me off and fast.
“Yes.”
“We’re not doing anything here, Myth. We’re simply a group of men who like to ride motorcycles.”
“Really? Is that so? Every club knows the rules. You don’t come into another club’s territory without permission. I let it go for long enough, but I’m not playin’ around now. You come and disrupt my supply line, steal from the Royal Bastards again, and we’ll be having a different conversation.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Seems like you’ve got your head in the clouds, mate.”
He was pushing me, and he knew it. I couldn’t get past the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. His face was vaguely familiar, but not enough for me to know where I knew it from.
It was going to annoy me later.
“Nah, Prez,” another man came up beside him, a VP patch under his name, Calypso. “His heads all fucked up ‘coz of that hot piece of ass he’s got locked up in his clubhouse.”
Fang stepped up next to me, a solid wall to stop me from losing my shit, but it didn’t stop the rage coursing through me or the way I wanted to crush this fucking insect’s skull in with my bare hands for mentioning Rox.
“She’s fine, Prez, and seems pissed off at the ol’ man over here. I’m sure she’d love to bounce up and down on our cocks instead.”
I don’t remember crossing the distance between us, but when I hauled this fucker’s kutte up and slammed him against the nearest wall, I saw the panic shift in his eyes. Taking deep breaths to simmer down, I got close to him while my boys held off the others.
“You talk about my wife like that again, and you’ll be buried alive, you hear me?” I said through gritted teeth. I could so easily snap his fucking neck, in front of his club, but that would start a war and I couldn’t do that without a vote.
“Wife?” I heard Notch echo from behind me. I gripped Calypso’s throat so he didn’t move and turned my head to the side. “So the great Myth has a weakness, after all.”
Fuck.
I’d prided myself on never giving my enemies anything on me or the club. For good reason.
Turning back to the fucker under my fingers, now spluttering and turning purple, I’d squeezed a little too tight when I realised they knew who Rox was to me.
“Do we understand each other?” I grunted at him. Calypso nodded quickly, and I dropped my hand, watching him wheeze and cough once he slunk to his knees.
“You steer clear of us,” Notch said, trying to take control of the situation. “And we’ll keep our hands off your pretty little wife.”
“Threatening a Royal Bastards’ ol’ lady is a grave offence,” Menace added. “I’d keep well clear of our territories, supply lines and product, if you don’t want a war on your hands.”
I put my piece away, in plain view of them, showing the cocksuckers I wasn’t afraid. I was a Royal Bastard and you didn’t fucking show up in my territory and try to take over.
Once we were back on our bikes, I felt their eyes on us. Fang was the first to say something. As always, the mouthy motherfucker. “He just threatened Rox.”
“I’m aware.”
“She’s not safe here, not right now. She’s in your head, brother. Send her home.”
I turned to him, my head snapping so quick, I could have sworn I heard something crick. “She is home.”
“She’s on their radar.”
“Lucky, she’s safely tucked away in my room. Nothing or no one is getting close to her.”
Fang didn’t look convinced, and for the first time, I hated that he wasn’t on my side. He should know she was the safest with me.
We pulled out of the car park before I had a mind to turn back and shoot that fucker between the eyes for talking about my Rox that way.
One thing was for sure. She wasn’t leaving that clubhouse until we sorted out our arachnid problem.
The Bloody Scorpions were going to regret ever setting foot in Sydney.