Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
His cousin rolled her eyes. “You’re fucked up.”
“Told you this all-girls MC was fucked up!” exploded from him.
“We’re women, not girls. And I have no reason to lie.”
Rage shook his head. “Yeah, right. Who knows with you women. If not the Shadows, maybe you expected your own fake enforcer to handle it.” He got into Lexi’s face. “But don’t even fuckin’ think about it.”
“If you haven’t noticed, Ashton, Piper is in a damn hospital bed right now. She isn’t able to do anything. She needs to heal.”
“Today proves you women shouldn’t be playin’ bikers,” Zeke said as he joined them.
Lexi rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re not our president, Zeke. I am.”
“And look where that fuckin’ landed you,” the DAMC president countered.
“It could’ve been random.”
“Warned you fuckin’ women ‘bout the Twisted Souls and La Cosa Nostra. Told you to be cautious. But fuck that, right? Gotta be stubborn,” Rage growled.
One of her eyebrows rose. “Do you want to talk about who’s stubborn?”
“Think you girls were targeted?” Zeke asked next in a rare moment of him trying to be calm and sensible.
“Of fuckin’ course they were targeted,” Rage bit off.
Zeke ignored him. “Who the hell’s injured besides Pip?”
“From what I know so far, they’re treating both Bri and Lyric for some minor brush burn, but Piper got the worst of it. They knocked her into the other two.”
Probably like a goddamn bowling ball.
“Pip gonna be okay?” Rage demanded.
“Yes, but she’ll probably have to stay at least a few days.”
“Lyric?” He quickly added, “And Bri?”
“They should be released shortly once their brush burns are cleaned up.”
Thank fuckin’ fuck.
While good news, it didn’t lessen the urge to strangle the fuck out of those bikers. The women could’ve been killed.
“How many of you were ridin’?” Zeke asked. “Know Vi wasn’t with you since she was with us.”
Violet, the manager of In the Shadows Security, had already been at the pig roast Zeke had thrown to officially introduce his three-year-old son to the club members.
The rest of the AFMC had been headed over to the DAMC clubhouse to join them when they were attacked.
Because that was how Rage was labeling it: a fucking attack.
“All of us, except for Dyna and Daisy. They didn’t come down from Manning Grove.”
Thank fuck for that.
“Need more details,” Rage demanded from Lexi.
“How many were there?” Zeke asked at the same time Jag joined them.
“You good?” the OG asked his daughter, pulling her into his arms for a quick squeeze.
“Yes, I’m good. Piper? Not so much.” Lexi turned to Zeke. “We spotted three. No cuts. Nothing to identify any of them. They had bandanas over their lower faces, skull caps covering their hair and dark sunglasses. I just know they were white men with tattoos.”
“Christ. That describes about eighty fuckin’ percent of bikers,” Jag grumbled.
It also described one-hundred percent of the Twisted Souls.
Since they hadn’t even had one interaction with the Souls yet, it made no fucking sense why the other club would go on the offensive.
It also made no sense why they’d want to make enemies of the Angels—both the Dirty Angels and the Angels of Fury—when they wanted to run drugs through their territory without being harassed.
He needed to check on Bri and Lyric, but he also needed to have a word with Zeke first.
“Yo,” he said to Zeke, tipping his head toward a corner that wasn’t so crowded.
Zeke followed him over there and as soon as Rage turned, he got in the president’s face. “The fuck if we can let this go, Prez.”
“No fuckin’ shit.”
“We gotta decide how we’re handlin’ this shit soon. If not, I’m gonna handle it my way.”
“The fuck if you’re goin’ against not only an MC, but also the Mafia, on your own. That would be fuckin’ stupid.”
“We fuckin’ know this is the Souls. But what the fuck? We haven’t done shit to them yet. You said you let the Mafia boss think our club wasn’t gonna fuck with their bitches, right?”
“Right. Let him assume that, but didn’t give him an answer either way.”
“So why the fuck are the Souls causin’ shit already?”
Zeke shook his head. “Don’t make much fuckin’ sense. Why the fuck would they wanna start a war with us when they got the Mafia at their back?”
Rage sucked on his teeth as he considered that. His gut churned as he came up with the only probable answer he could think of. “They want our territory.”
Rage could see Zeke’s mind turning as he stared at him. A few seconds later, he glanced over his shoulder at the full waiting room behind him. “Yeah. That, or it’s just a warnin’ not to fuck with them.”
“Already got that fuckin’ warnin’ from the motherfuckin’ Russos when they took your boy.”
They had forced Zeke to meet with La Cosa Nostra by taking the president’s son, Ledger. All to inform him that the Souls would be transporting drugs from some cartel down in Mexico up to the Pittsburgh mob.