30. Hawg
HAWG
The Desert Riders have been hiding out, only an hour away under our noses and riding into Phoenix.
They didn’t expect us to go on the offense and come knocking on their door.
But that’s exactly what we do, bursting down the door, first the pansy-ass ranch door, storming the living room and then all of us spreading out and kicking down bedroom doors.
They didn’t know we were coming because none of their low-life recruits or rats knew what we were planning to do. The best way to stay alive it to trust no one, unless they’ve proven themselves and me and Carver, going way back, and my crew, those are the men that are going to see us through.
Taze gestures to a door letting me know exactly what he means. I’m about ready to come face to face with the motherfucker who’s been given the orders to knock on Pearl and Onyx’s door. He gives me leeway knowing I want this fucking honor.
I kick it in with the heel of my boot.
The asshole is fast, I’ll give him that but when he leans over to grab something, no doubt a sawed-off shotgun on the floor, I hit him hard with a swing of my bat, over and over, breaking ribs before he turns over and I cave in his face.
This is the fuck that put the order out to stalk Pearl, to take any of the Harlots and I know for damn sure they like to have a little violent fun with their ladies before they end them with their knives. And my guess is they were going to go after the VP too, my dark-haired angel.
This motherfucker, he’ll be lucky if he can even breathe by the time I bash in his face, over and over, because there’s no way he’s going to stay alive long enough to order a hit out on the Harlots again.
The roar of bikes in the distance pulls my attention from the half dead Desert Riders’ prez who had no right messing with the Harlots.
The Desert Riders got everything they deserved from all of us and the Rivalry the night they tried to take those women, and they have no claim on trying to settle a score.
Those women weren’t theirs. Snatched and trafficked and the only reason they’re alive is because Pearl and her crew found out and we all brought them back.
I’ll send these fuckers to hell and back before I let them hurt the Harlots for protecting a bunch of women who didn’t have anyone else to depend on.
These fucks.
They sell the women outright, or auction them off to the highest bidder, or keep them as sex slaves making hand over fist from any Tom, Dick, and Harry who wants to get their dick wet.
Well, that’s finished now.
It’s not happening in our territory anymore. The Larussios put the hammer down in Vegas and while the DeSantos family was still trying to run the girls, the Larussios’ bike club was very effective in shutting them down.
And now that the Royal Bastards have ties and alliances to the Larussios, you can fucking bet that anytime we see or hear about a snatch, women taken by force and anyone trying to drive them over the border?
Yeah, we’re going to fucking step in because the Royal Bastards, we’re a force to be reckoned with, and no one’s going to take us by surprise or shut us down.
I leave the bedroom, heading toward the front door. Through the dirty living room window, I see dust and debris floating through the air, I see motorcycles heading straight toward us and the minute I make out Onyx and the ladies riding their bikes through the dust…
Another motorcycle gang comes out of nowhere, riding hellbent.