Chapter Thirteen #2
The redhead smiled, stepping forward, but the other woman grasped her wrist and jerked her away.
“No party tonight.” She snapped, scowling at them.
“Yeah,” Ace laughed. “We’re not here to party.”
“Well then what do you need?”
Ace hardened his stare “That’s none of your fucking business.”
“They’re inside,” the redhead blurted. “Do you want me to tell them you’re here?”
Ace gestured to the building. “Just open the door.”
She started forward, but the other woman tightened her grip, muttering, “Eden.”
It was a clear reprimand. Cross glanced over at the steel door. The keypad entry would be a problem. It would take longer to break through. Even for Cypher it would take a few minutes, which they didn’t have to spare. It would give the Satan’s a heads up to their presence.
Cue moved passed Cross and stopped in front of Eden. Her eyes widened and her blush deepened. Cue towered over her by a foot and she had to crane her neck to look up.
“You know the code, Eden?”
“No, she doesn’t.” The other woman snapped.
Cue jerked his head. “Wasn’t talking to you.”
“I know the code.” Eden whispered.
The corner of his mouth curled, his harsh features softened and Cue leaned closer. “Then open it for me, Eden.”
She swayed toward him. “Nobody is gonna get hurt, right?”
Cue smiled. “Not you, sweetheart.”
She bit her bottom lip, completely enamored with Cue.
Was this shit really going to work? Cross had his doubts, but seconds later, Eden pulled away from her friend, walked to the door, and punched in the code.
The door unlocked, and she stepped back.
Ace went in first, followed by Cue, then him.
He looked over at Eden but her gaze was pinned on Cue’s back.
As the door slammed shut, Cross smiled and shook his head.
Ace looked back, smirking. “Fucking Cassanova.”
Cue ignored the taunting as they made their way down the hallway. As they turned the bend, Cypher, Gent and Oak met them.
“Wraith and Ghost get in?”
Gent snorted. “Pretty sure I heard glass breaking. That angry motherfucker has never been known for his patience.”
True.
When they breached the doorway to the main room, some of the Satan’s were standing, looking toward the front door. It gave him time to take in the body count in the room. Seven members including the two they were looking for. This couldn’t have worked out better.
In unison, they all pulled out their guns, aimed directly at the Satan’s. Cross cocked the barrel and the room fell silent.
Surprise, motherfuckers.
Griggs froze, and slowly glanced over his shoulder.
Ace smiled. “I take it you know why we’re here.”
He dropped his chin to his chest. “Fuck!”
Spinner held up his hands. “It was a misunderstanding, brother.”
Bullshit.
“What part?” Cross snapped, stalking across the room. “You fucking tell me what part my old lady misunderstood.”
Spinner knitted his brows. “Brother, I didn’t even know you had an old lady.”
“Well, now you fucking do.” He clenched his jaw, tightening his grip on his gun. His patience was dwindling.
“Alright, hold the fuck up.” Griggs spun around, clocking the two guys who’d attacked Addison. “You said the old man at the store pulled a gun on you. Where was his fucking woman?”
The two men eyed one another and slowly backed up. They wouldn’t get away. As Cross started to advance, Gent grabbed his shoulder.
“Story time, assholes.” Gent walked across the room, stopping a foot away from one of the men.
“After leaving our clubhouse, these two dipshits stopped at our store.” Gent smirked.
“And I say our store because everything in Killcreek, including the people are property of the club.” He turned to the man, smiling.
“We don’t like when people fuck with our property. ”
“We were just messing around.” The man said and Gent laughed.
“Having a little fun?” Gent taunted.
When the man didn’t answer, Gent moved closer. If Cross had blinked, he would’ve missed it. Gent grabbed the guys arms and twisted them behind his back. It was the same position he’d put Addison in.
He groaned, thrashing and trying to fight against Gent but he wasn’t an even match. Physique wise it would’ve been a fair fight. But Gent held a certain level of psychotic crazy that empowered him over men twice his size.
Gent lifted the man’s arms and his face reddened, pained stress marred his features.
“Is this fun for you, asshole?”
The man grunted, shaking his head.
“Well, then maybe I’m not trying hard enough. How about this?” Gent lifted the man’s arms another inch then jerked them up. The crack of his bones echoed through the room but was quickly drowned out by the gut wrenching wail.
Gent dropped him to the ground, grinning as he stepped over his limp body. “I gotta say. That was fucking fun.” He stopped beside Cross and tapped his chest. “Now be sure and tell your old lady,” Gent smirked. “Sometimes asshole bikers can be allies.”
Yeah, we can.
“Jesus Christ,” Spinner drove his hands through his hair looking over at the other man who attacked Addison. “What the fuck were you two thinking?”
“We didn’t know. It was just some woman and...”
That one statement was all it took for Cross’s restraint to snap.
He grabbed the edge of the table separating them, flipped it across the room and lunged toward the guy.
He grabbed the edge of his vest and slammed him against the wall.
“Not some woman. My fucking woman.” He wielded back his arm and with all his force, Cross slammed the butt of his gun into his face.
Again. Again. And again until he slumped to the ground.
The man was unrecognizable with blood covering every inch of his face.
Not good enough. Cross raised his leg and stomped his boot into his chest. His wheezing echoed through the room.
It’s the sweetest fucking sound of revenge.
Cross put the gun in his waistband, bent down, grabbing the guy by his blood soaked shirt and lifting him a few inches.
“This is what happens when you threaten my woman. When you scare her. And when you touch what’s mine.
” He glanced up at Griggs, Spinner and the rest of the Satan’s.
“Let this be a fucking lesson.” Cross lifted the man another foot and slammed him against the floor.
The crack of his skull sounded through the room and he stood.
He glanced over at Ace who was openly smirking. There was a certain level of satisfaction in revenge. But this wasn’t over. Not yet.
Ace turned to Griggs. “You ain’t gonna offer us a drink?”
The remaining members looked like deer caught in headlights.
It took a minute for Griggs to snap out of his fog and order two of the brothers to get them drinks.
The room was in disarray with only a few tables still standing.
They made their way to the one closest to the hallway.
Ace, Cross, Wraith and Cypher sat while Gent, Cue, Oak and Ghost stood at their backs.
A case of beer was placed on the table and Griggs and Spinner sat across from them.
Griggs took a long swig and dragged his hand over his greasy hair. “This isn’t gonna fuck up our deal, right?”
Cross smiled. “That’s business. This was fucking personal.”
Relief flashed over his features. “Good and…” He waved his hand to Addison’s attackers slumped on the floor. They were barely moving but still alive. “You take them. They’re all yours.”
Ace reached in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
“No, Griggs, they’re not ours. They’re yours. We’re not taking them.”
Griggs shared a look with Spinner, and for a brief second, they seemed confused.
“Gonna let them go?” Spinner asked.
“No.” Cross laughed, shaking his head. “But we ain’t pulling the trigger. You are.”
Spinner flinched as if struck. “What?”
This was the final part of their sweet revenge.
“Yeah, you guys are gonna take out your own men, in your own clubhouse, and then clean that shit up.” Cross smiled. “And we’re gonna fucking watch.”
This would absolve Killcreek of having any involvement, but they’d be witnesses if they ever needed to use that against the Satan’s.
Fucking brilliant.