We move forward, step by step, my heart beats heavy and fast behind my rib cage. Sweat beads across my skin, making my clothing stick to me. I have my gun in hand, which feels heavy, knowing what I could be walking in to.
Reaching a door at the side, I see Pres and Rogue climb through a window that was left open.
I tap Savage on the shoulder, letting him know I am ready to enter.
He pulls the door open, and we hang low and ready. I am breathing heavy because I hate this shit, and I am thankful that we are not a one-percenter club. We are not saints, but fuck, we do most things by the rule book.
We step into what now looks to be a kitchen, where one guy aims his gun at Savage, and he is not one to back down. He also lives for the bloody, gory shit.
Savage fires first, then all chaos erupts.
Guns go off, and there is shouting and screaming. I hear two different women scream, and I am not sure if one is Val or not. I get hit from behind, and I stumble forward, spinning around to see a skinny kid with a fucking baseball bat. Fuck, my back is going to hurt tomorrow.
“Come on, fucker,” he taunts me. He is shaking, his eyes wide and crazed.
What the hell is he on?
He is so focused on me that he doesn’t see Flame behind him, who knocks him out with the butt of his gun. He goes down and we are on the move.
Stepping through a large room, which has tables and chairs scattered around, it looks like they have made it into a home. Looking around, I’m ready to take the fuckers down, but the gunfire stops.
Savage frowns and shrugs, like it is an everyday occurrence.
“Let’s see what is up,” he comments.
Both Flame and I follow, still on edge and ready.
“Ah, look who decided to join us?” I stop in my tracks seeing a line of leather and denim on one side of the room, guns up and aiming at the 749 crew, Valarie, and this Zeno guy.
Keeping his gaze on me, he has a smirk on his face. His hands hang loosely at his sides showing how relaxed the cunt is, and he thinks he has won here, but he has no fucking idea who he is messing with.
“Nice of you to join us, Crash— or can I call you Logan?”
I say nothing as I step further into the room, joining my brothers.
“Oh and you’re the one I was told is completely fucking crazy, ready to skin my girl alive, right?” Zeno adds, grinning at Savage.
Savage says nothing, which if they knew him the way we do, is not a good sign. When Savage goes silent, he becomes deadly.
“How do you see this playing out?” Racer asks.
Pres is standing in front of my brothers, a mixture of anger and boredom etched on his face. His shoulders are squared, his jaw clenched, yet he looks calm and restrained, but we know him better than the cunts in the room with us.
The rage is idling right below the surface. Racer is controlled, but lethal, and ready to explode when need be.
“There is only one way. Your pussy club is to hand over this territory— it is mine now. Oh, and thanks for the money, by the way.” He laughs, sounding so fucking confident that we will hand over what belongs to the Rugged Skulls MC.
I slide my gaze over to Valarie, who is grinning at me.
She eyes me up and down, and I grit my teeth to stop from screaming at her. I fucking hate that this is the life she chose. Shaking my head at her, and dropping my gaze to the floor, I show my disappointment in her.
Savage scoffs, because he knows what we know. They do not have the money since Astrid pulled it back, and more. She also added a little something extra to the club’s accounts.
“You will never get Rugged Skulls’ territory. No fucker takes what is ours. You boys seem to underestimate the force of an MC, and me. What you see now, is nothing compared to who we have at our sides when we make the call. The Rugged Skulls MC is not some pussy club. We rule, we fight, and we fucking win.”
“Listen, old man, it is time for a new age to come in and handle things. We have the upper hand here, so back off, and let us do business.”
“Upper hand?” Racer asks flatly. “Fucker, we took down five of your men. You are a bunch of wannabe gangsters. Now, I am going to give you until tomorrow to leave, to get the fuck out of Arizona. Before you feel the full force of the club coming down on you.”