“I have what you’re looking for. She’s no longer yours you sick fuck. Don’t worry you’ll see her soon on my arm,” I chuckle again before flipping a zippo and tossing it onto the floor. It sparks a trail of flames as I walk out of the warehouse.
I can imagine the fury on his face.
This time I climb on my bike, strap on my helmet, and twist the throttles. My Harley roars to life under me. Pain radiates in my side. I told Sophie I was doing well. I wasn’t completely honest. I had to make this run. This motherfucker’s empire would crumple at the hands of the Royal Bastards MC. Jameson gave the ok to give these crates of weapons to chaptersin Detroit and St. Louis. I’m on a mission to hit the rest of the warehouses fast.
Riding in formation Squid is on our six watching out for potential threats. Psycho is in my ear as he flies a drone nearby.
Once we reach the warehouse Flock parks the truck in the oversized garage out back. My brothers pat my back as we enter the clubhouse.
“That was an awesome run,” Flex states.
All eyes turn to us.
I raise a hand, “Beer on me,” I roar.
Legos circles his big arm around my neck. “Great job Ruthless.”
Prez walks toward me with a grin on his face. “I take it that things went well?”
A smile curls my lips. “It did.”
Bonnie, one of the waitresses’ approaches, placing a beer in Prez’s hand. My brothers and me who went on the run take a beer off the tray.
Prez turns to face our brothers. “The run Ruthless, Webbs, Flock, Flex, Legos, Psycho, and Squid went on was successful. Yeah,” he roars.
The club goes wild.
“Yes,” they yell.
Prez raises his beer again. “We’re giving weapons to clubs in nearby cities. We want to make sure our Royal Bastards brothers make money too,” he shouts.
I lunge my beer bottle in the air. “We’re destroying the asshole who took from us. No one steals from the Royal Bastards MC,” I roar.
Every biker bangs their fists on the tables sparking excitement throughout the clubhouse.
We sip our beers and converse with our brothers. A group of the club sluts’ approach, chatting with the guys.
One of them meets my gaze. “Hey, Ruthless, want to chill later,” Sara asks.
“No, just chilling with my brothers. Flex might want some action later.” I pat his arm.
“Ruthless is off the market,” Webbs adds.
Sara’s mouth drops open. “No, I thought they were joking when the girls said you kidnapped some woman and refused to let her go.
“Nope they weren’t joking.”
I pull Legos aside. “I’m out of here.”
He squeezes my shoulder. “Everything’s fine on the home front. Two prospects, Vanish and Rogue confirmed everything’s good.”
I release a breath. “Thanks.”
After going over some business with Prez, Viper, and Brillo, I return home. I smell like gasoline. As I approach the gate on my Harley I chat with my brothers.
“Everything’s been good tonight. We each walked the premises. Your princess is tucked away inside.” Rogue says.
Of course, I know she’s safe because I checked surveillance videos. I noticed she was in her bedroom. Sophie is so hardheaded.
