“Let’s do this,” I state repeating his words as I nod my head.
Each of us head for our bikes. Spotting Bart in the dim light of the day, I grin. “Be back with some dinner for you, Bart.” I chuckle as he hisses his response.
“Fuckin’ gator,” Chains laughs shakin’ his head. “Steel, Rig, y’all are in the cage,” Chains orders the prospects as we straddle our bikes.
“You got it, Prez,” both prospects mutter.
Out of the three Prospects those two have been around the longest and have earned our trust enough to be a part of this today. They’ll probably gain their patch soon considering they’ve been prospecting going on nearly a year now.
As I start my bike, I rev the engine at the same time my brothers do. It’s something we’ve done since the beginning when we all rode out together. This right here is what it’s all about for the club. The brotherhood it gives us all.
12 hours later
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Axel mutters from next to me.
“None of us do, brother,” I state as we enter the warehouse, where we’re meeting with Louis, Henry, Titus and several members of the Péché Mortel.
We arrived at the meeting point an hour early and decided to scope out the place, though we didn’t really need to since this was one of ours under an LLC we use. Only as we did the lights are turned on bright to show the three men I despise the most grinning at all of us.
Louis looks from me to Tyres and Brake as Henry looks to Breaker. “It’s a family reunion,” he chuckles, and I can nearly sense my nephews’ tense.
“Fuck you, this ain’t no reunion,” Tyres snarls.
“Ahh but it is, son. Have you met your cousin Titus yet?” Louis points at the fucker smirking at me. “See family reunion.”
“Where’s ma vilaine?” Titus demands.
It takes everything in me to keep from lunging at the fucker.
“Ferme ta gueule. We’ll get to the putain in a minute,” Henry sneers, his lip curling at the corner as he keeps his eyes on Breaker. “Knew she didn’t get rid of your ass like she was supposed to.” Henry’s words confirm exactly what I thought.
“Come again?” Breaker demands, taking a step forward, his temper close to the edge right now.
“You don’t know?” Henry cackles and doesn’t wait for Breaker to answer. “I’m your papa.”
“What the fuck?” my nephew seethes.
“Like I said family reunion,” Louis snickers like the weasel he is. “Now let’s get down to business. What is it you want from us exactly?”
Chains steps forward next to me, “Your minion next to you crossed a line and we want him,” he demands.
“That is not happenin’.” Henry snaps as members of the Péché Mortel step out of the shadows, guns directly on us.
Knowing this was a possibility, I cross my arms over my chest. “You don’t want to hand him over then give me a reason I don’t put a bullet in his head right now,” I demand, not giving away what I have up my sleeve.
“You always were stupid, Ryder,” Louis clucks his tongue.
“Naw, that would be you and your dick of a brother. You think these fuckers surrounding us will stop me from putting a bullet in the three of you?” I smirk, giving my cue.
Here we go.
The first shot fires and I pull my gun aiming it at another one of the goons and pull the trigger.
“Take them out.” I hear Louis order as he and Henry move away.
Titus comes at me as shots are fired around us, “You’re a dead man,” he snarls.
“That would be you fucker for hurting my woman,” I mutter, as I block the fist coming my way and throw my own making contact with his face.
“That putain belongs to me,” Titus sneers.
“Wrong, she’s mine,” I remark taunting him.
The fight between us begins and I barely feel the blade as he sinks it into my right side. Done with his bullshit, I grip the blade he stabbed me with and launch myself at the fucker. The tip slides like butter into his chest.
“Enjoy hell,” I mutter twisting the steel and gut Titus from his heart to his kidneys. His blood drenching my hands as I do this. Releasing the handle, I step away from Titus and let him fall to his knees. By the time he hit his stomach, Titus was dead.
“Fuck, Uncle Ryder,” Victoria mutters from behind me. “Remind me to never piss you off.” Turning to her, I find her grinning at me.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you couldn’t piss me off.” I chuckle and look behind her to find her ol’ man along with more members of the Devil’s Riot standing with mine. “Thanks for coming.”
“No problem, I would honestly have been mad if I wasn’t invited to the shitshow,” she states, removing her rifle from behind her back. “The other two got away, unfortunately during the firefight that happened around you and Titus’ deathmatch.”
“They’ll get theirs soon enough Vi,” Tyres sneers, wrapping an arm around his cousin’s shoulders.
“Now this is a family reunion,” Brake announces.
Shaking my head, I run a hand down my side and whince. In the commotion I’d forgotten, Titus stabbed me in the side.
“Let’s get you taken care of, then back to the clubhouse,” Pipe grunts as he pushes forward when I pull my shirt up to see the damage that was done.
“Just bandage it, we’ll stitch it when we get home.” I didn’t want to waste anymore time in getting home.
Home to the rest of my family.
“You got it,” Pipe nods as he goes about doing what I asked him. Talk surrounds me as my brothers and members of the Devil’s Riot MC joke with each other. Who knew in sending Victoria up to Virginia, to escape the future ahead of her, an alliance would be made years later?
Either way they’re now a part of our family as we are theirs.
“All good
