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)
“But why the fuck were they followin’ them?” Zeke asked. “Did they want revenge after those assholes crashed into the Furry Angels?”
“No,” Reaper answered. “Somehow they knew our team is collecting data on the drug runs and they were providing it.”
“How the fuck did they know ’bout that?” Rage roared, slamming a hand on the table. “Who the fuck told them to do that shit?”
Grim shrugged. “They’re women. ’Nough said.”
“They had to have heard it somewhere,” Ghost said next.
“Does it fuckin’ matter at this point?” Zeke asked. “There’s only one goddamn thing that matters right now and that ain’t it.”
He was right. The only thing that mattered at that time was finding the damn women. Not only finding them, but finding them unharmed. They could deal with those fucking Souls later.
The red haze had returned, not only clouding his vision, but his thoughts as well. His insides were tight and twisting like a tornado.
“Why the fuck are we still sittin’ here?” he roared. “We gotta find them!”
When he surged to his feet, he took the table with him, flipping it onto its side and causing everyone to slide their chairs backward.
“Jesus.”
“Holy fuck!”
“Well, fuck. That might be a first.”
He had no idea who was saying what and he couldn’t give a fuck. “Let’s go! We can start at that fuckin’ Pink Pearl if we gotta and work our way north.” he shouted. “Ain’t wastin’ any more fuckin’ time.”
Reaper rose to his feet. “Let’s go, brother.” Grim and Ghost quickly followed.
Chaos announced, “I’m goin’ too.”
“Gonna fuckin’ kill all of those motherfuckers, every fuckin’ single one, with my bare hands,” Rage snarled.
“No, you won’t,” Reaper said quietly. “That’ll just fuck the club up one side and down the other.”
“They gotta pay for fuckin’ with us. Again.”
“They will, brother,” Reaper assured him. “We’re working on that. Needs time and patience if you want it done right.”
“Don’t got time and patience when they’re fuckin’ with our women.”
“Understood. Let’s go find your women.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Lock the fucking doors!” Lyric screamed when they found themselves surrounded.
The Souls were blocking their escape using their sleds. One in front, one behind, and one on each side of Bri’s Toyota RAV4. The four burly bikers riding those sleds had murderous looks on their faces as they dismounted and tried to pull open the doors.
“Get outta the fuckin’ cage,” one yelled, jerking on the door handle. “Get outta the fuckin’ cage, you fuckin’ bitches!” He kicked the door next, surely leaving a boot-sized dent behind.
One began pounding on the passenger side window. Another climbed on the back bumper, using something in his hand to try to break the rear window.
This was not good.
“Bri! Lyric’s right. We need to go! Put the pedal to the metal and take that Harley out.”
The Soul standing in front of the SUV climbed onto the hood, leaving behind more dents as he went.
“Oh, shit,” Lyric whispered as the biker with the long, greasy hair and crazy-long beard began to punch the windshield.
So far, she’d seen no guns…yet…but that could change in a split second.
“Goddamn them! They’re fucking up my new car!” Bri yelled.
“They’re going to fuck us up next if we don’t do something!” Avery yelled, leaning as far away from the passenger window as possible.
“I have a bat in the back, Lyric. Grab that.”
A bat? These guys probably had bullets! “Let’s just go, Bri! Run that bike over.” Or at least push it out of the way.
Why the hell was she putting the SUV in Park?
“No, we have a score to settle first. And who says running over that sled won’t fuck up my car enough that it disables it. Then we’ll have no damn escape!”
“It’s four outlaw bikers against three women,” Lyric warned.
“It’s four assholes against three pissed-off female bikers,” Bri growled.
Lyric began to worry that the Souls were not shooting them because they had a reason to keep them alive.
And that was even scarier than if they simply wanted them dead.
Like she predicted, a gun appeared in the biker’s—the one currently a hood ornament—hand, but instead of shooting them, he used the butt of the handgun to crack the windshield.
“Son of a bitch!” Bri yelled and flung her hand back toward Lyric. “Bat!”
“Bri!”
“Bat! Before he breaks through.”
Lyric was more worried about the Souls hitting the thinner windows on the sides of the vehicle than the thicker windshield.
As soon as Bri had the bat, she unlocked the driver’s side door and shoved it open. Once out of the driver’s seat, she began swinging.
“She’s fucking crazy!” Avery shouted, but then grinned and got out next.
What the hell was going on? Had they lost their damn minds? “Avery!”
Bri swung the wooden bat toward the head of the Soul on her side of the car. Unfortunately, he ducked, causing her to miss. Then the one on the hood slid off and went to help his buddy.