Page 401 of The Tempted
Wolf turned my head around, inspecting it for anymore messages before glancing back toward Jack.
“They fucking carved a price tag to his head,” he ground out.
That was a bit dramatic even for Wolf.
I ran my hands over my fucked up hair and scowled.
Jack straightened up, running his hands over his face before he turned to Pipe.
“The Dragons tried to slay a Knight, Prez, you know what that means don’t you?” Pipe questioned.
“It means the fucking Chinese resurrected a war with us,” Jack ground out. “It means, get your fucking saddle ready because we’re going to ride ‘til our hands are covered in Dragon blood,” he vowed, fixing his eyes on me. “Means Riggs is going to show them who the fuck breathes fire. You with me, brother?” He asked.
“I’m with you,” I said, numbly.
He cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Heart,” he hissed, before dropping my chin and turning toward Bones. “Get him cleaned up and a goddamn cut,” he ordered, before he turned to Pipe.
“I’m hungry,” Jack said. “You hungry Pipe?”
Fine time for them to be talking about food while Bones hoisted my naked ass off the dirt road. I had a motherfucking price tag on my head and they were talking about their stomachs. Join an MC—it’ll be fun—still waiting for the fun part.
“Starving,” Pipe replied.
“Let me guess…you’re in the mood for a little General Tso’s chicken?” Wolf questioned, as he stepped into stride alongside them.
“Ay,” Pipe agreed. “With a side of Wu,” he added.
Time to hunt.
