He grunts, taking a few steps inside before he turns her so that her back is pressed against the wall. The second I hear her moan, I become unglued from the floor and I get the hell outta dodge. I like them a lot, and I’m aware everyone saw me getting eaten out by Hawk, but I’m generally not into voyeurism, so I slip out as quietly and quickly as possible.
Hurrying toward the main room, the bar, I am not prepared for the image that assaults me as soon as I walk inside. Silver is sitting against the wall, holding something against his shoulder.
Trista is in front of him, her phone in her hand as she waves her hands around, presumably freaking the fuck out as she no doubt is calling for help. Then there’s a couple other people on the floor, unmoving.
Pinkie has her face in her hands as she sits next to a body that I do not recognize. “Babe, you okay?” a gruff voice asks.
Spinning around, I blink at the man in front of me. I remember him from the senator’s place. He was one of the men who helped me from the other club, one that I didn’t know was friendly with the Savage Beasts.
“Bones,” he says, giving me a small smile.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
“You sure? You look a little pale.”
“They killed these guys, didn’t they?” I ask.
I don’t look down at the bodies on the floor, I don’t need to point to them either, he knows exactly what I’m referring to. Instead of answering me, he takes a few steps in my direction, then wraps his hand around my bicep before he gently tugs me toward an empty table and guides my ass into the seat by applying pressure as he tugs my arm down.
“They did,” he says, though I didn’t really need to hear the confirmation.
I’m not stupid and it wasn’t hard to figure that shit out. Unmoving bodies, Pinkie crying. It was pretty crystal fucking clear what happened. Staring straight ahead, I tilt my head to the side as I think about what’s just happened.
I don’t know.
I don’t know what happened or why.
Shifting my gaze to the man who is now sitting next to me, I lick my lips before I ask him what just happened.
“War, babe. The Donkey Punchers have been alluding to it, they just fired the first fucking shot and it’s on now.”
“What does it mean?” I ask on a whisper.
His lips curve up into a grin. “It means we’re going to spill blood, babe. A fuck of a lot of blood and we’re going to enjoy it, too.”
“How many people are going to die?”
He shakes his head. “More of theirs than ours, I can promise you that.”
“And we’re all in danger, the women and the children too, aren’t we?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
There’s a long moment of silence, a long moment of him watching me and trying to figure out if I can handle the truth or not. His silence is all the truth that I need, it’s all the answer that I need. We’re all in danger, serious fucking danger.
HAWK
My phone rings and without even looking at the name, I practically scream into it a loud and almost terrifying hello. A throat clears on the other end of the line and I want to loudly demand that whoever it is fucking talks, but I don’t. Instead, I inhale a deep breath and wait for them to speak.
“Silver was shot, Barracuda and Leo didn’t make it,” Bones announces.
“Silver?” I ask.
His throat clears before he says anything else. “He’s okay. Shoulder through and through. All the women are okay. Pinkie was a little banged up, nothing serious. They were here to make a statement. They weren’t here for true damage, not yet at least.”
“They won’t have the chance,” I snap.
I hear him chuckle, then he’s quiet for a moment. “Avah is good, I’m sitting at a table with her. Tell Gator that she and Maria hunkered down together, they’re both good.”
“Thank fuck. We’ll be back as soon as we can, gonna take care of some shit up here first.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
There’s another moment of silence, then I clear my throat. “Start thinking of another way to distribute this shit. I’m not dealing with a third party anymore. I don’t care what Dragon says, this shit is done. We take care of it in-house from now on.”
“Under-fucking-stood.”
I end the call, shoving my phone in my pocket before I turn to Gator. “Your woman is safe. She’s good. So is Mamba.”
Gator jerks his chin, but I can see the relief on his face and the wetness in his eyes before he shakes his head and all of his emotions are back in check.
“Let’s get this shit handled. I want those fucks to hurt.”
Dutch chuckles from the table in the corner of the motel room. “Oh, they’re going to suffer, though it won’t be nearly enough.”
“Agreed, at least not yet.”
Dutch lifts his head, his gaze finding mine. “We’re going to make them pay, yeah?”
I shake my head, leaning over. “We’re not going to make them just pay, Dutch,” I explain. “We’re going to make them suffer.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I watch Dutch finish up his quick and easy homemade bombs. As much as I want to ride out there and fuck them over tonight, I decide that I have to give Jaguar the benefit of the doubt. I’ve texted him to meet me and he will or I’ll personally end him tomorrow. I’m not fucking around, not with him or anyone else.
Eventually we turn in for the night, but I doubt any of us truly sleeps, I know that I don’t. I think of Avah and wonder if she’s really okay. She hasn’t called me and the way I left things, I wonder if she even thinks I’ll come back.
Though I said I would, I could see her sadness, her resignation that I wasn’t going to return—she
