Page 32 of Crusher

This might not be the best plan, but it’s the only one I’ve got and I’ll take my chances. Maybe help is coming, and maybe it’s not. Either way, I refuse to be some sitting duck and wait to be sold off as a sex slave to some sick son of a bitch. This isn’t some fairy tale, and I’m not hoping for a man on a white horse to come and save me.

I’ll take my life into my own hands and save my-fucking-self.

13

CRUSHER

“You boys must’ve been hauling ass to get here so quick.” Venom cuffs Mack’s shoulder with his heavy hand as our sister chapter files into the clubhouse.

“Ain’t no way we were sitting this one out. Disciples don’t pass up a chance to shed the blood of well-deserving motherfuckers.”

Surprisingly, for someone who’s been riding for hours, Mack looks ready for war. His body buzzes with excitement as he scans the room full of brothers while they compare their weapons behind me. It’s nothing but a pissing match of who’s got the bigger gun, but it makes me feel alive and gets my blood pumping.

Mack’s packed on more muscle since the last time I saw him, looking like he can handle about three men all on his own. That’s the thing to remember about us Disciples. It doesn’t matter how old we get, we stay ready to fuck shit up. Mack and Venom may be aging, their beards getting gray, but nobody is dumb enough to fuck with these two. Both of them can still kill a man with their bare hands and laugh in their faces as they take their last breath.

Mack runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair and smiles at Venom. “So how you wanna go about this?” he questions with a lifted brow.

Prez widens his stance and crosses his tanned arms over his chest. “The only way to get rid of roaches is to flush them out and destroy them. Make sure they never come back.”

My jaw tightens. Fucking Outlaws and Mayor Prescott. They thought they could fuck with us and get away with it. Should’ve thought better.

A deadly smile slowly appears on Mack’s face, revealing just enough of the beast that lives below the surface. “Nothing like a little massacre to make my dick hard.”

“Listen up!” Venom shouts, standing in clear view for everyone to see. “Today is the last day those cocksuckers live and breathe! I want every single one of those bastards dead.” Loud cheers from my brothers thunder around us before Venom points to me. “Crusher, you’ll go with Sentinel, Mack, and a few others to bring your woman home and shut that fucking location down.” Mischief sparkles in his cobalt eyes. “And be creative while you do it.” He smirks.

“Well, shit, brother. Let’s just blow the place up!” Mack chimes in with a sinister grin.

“Easy there. There’re at least a few women, besides Sadie, we have to get away from there first,” Sentinel cautions.

“Fine.” Mack nods. “And then we’ll blow shit up.” I didn’t know the old man was such a damn pyro. But I couldn’t give two shits about what happens after we get Sadie and the other girls home safely.

“Understood,” I confirm with a nod.

Then Prez turns to Throttle, his eyes darkening with something cold and evil. “You and I will lead the others to take care of the rest. We’ll flush them out and kill 'em all.”

“Can’t fucking wait,” Throttle agrees, rubbing his hands together.

Breaker steps forward with a few sheets of paper. “Prez, look at this. They don’t keep their main arsenal onsite. They rent a storage facility not too far off from the warehouse. It’s in a location that wouldn’t make anyone look twice. You’d think they’d be smart enough to at least own the place, keep the civilian traffic from coming in and out.”

“Brother, you know they ain’t smart enough to think of that,” Gunner pipes up from behind me.

“We hacked into the surveillance and reviewed some of the footage,” Maverick adds. “Looks like that’s where they store their weapons and their drugs.”

Venom shakes his head. “This shit just gets better and better.” He seems almost disappointed by Ratchet’s stupidity, but it certainly has made things much easier for us. “Alright,” he says, coming to a decision. “Maverick and Gunner, take some boys and head over there. Kill any of those cunts onsite, take anything worth a damn, then burn the rest to the fucking ground.”

“Damn, I’m missing all the fun.” Mack sighs, and Venom arches an eyebrow at him.

He laughs at the visiting prez. “Will you stop pouting if I let you blow up their clubhouse?”

“Fuck yeah.” Mack smiles. “I wanna hear those piggies squeal when we burn their house down.”

Venom’s expression goes blank before he chuckles. “Get some help, brother.” The two men clap each other on the back and warmth floods my chest at knowing our Disciple family extends beyond our chapter. Then, Prez addresses the entire room. “I want all these motherfuckers snuffed out. We need to show them and everyone else what happens when you fuck with us. No mercy, understood?”

We all shout in agreement.

“Then get the fuck outta here!”

Exhilaration thrums in our veins as we rush toward our bikes. And a loud roar pierces the early morning air when we mount up and rev our engines to life. Country worked double time to fix up my Harley, and I’m grateful that my brother had her ready to ride for battle. The only thing I need now is my woman, but that’ll be remedied soon enough.

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