Page 168 of Chaos

Dumping him next to one of them, I grab a hold of his torn shirt tail and pull, ripping off a length as long as my leg.

Perfect.

When I extend his arms above his head and tie them to the base, he screams, writhing in the dirt.

“Aww. Sore? How about I even you out?” Stepping over his twisting torso, I kick him, shattering bones with each blow.

“There? Better?” My adrenaline is starting to wear off. I can see the front of my motorcycle buried in the bushes nearby and decide to dig it out.

Let him suffer for a while.

Heaving my bike up, it doesn’t look like it took too hard of a hit, thankfully.

I barely got my Lambo out of the shop.

Fucking Brody. It’s his fault for that, too.

Pushing the Ducati closer, I’m just lowering the kickstand when I hear him muttering something.

“What’s that?” I let the wheels roll a little closer so I can hear him.

“I said,” he coughs, spitting up blood. “She’s a whore. She’ll leave you like she left me.”

“See? You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?” I knock the peg back up and climb on my motorcycle.

It starts right away. Must not be too beat up.

Revving the engine, it still sounds perfect.

Locking the front brake, I push and pivot the back end of the high end machine so the tire rests on Brody’s stomach.

“I’ll see you in hell, brother.” Twisting the throttle, I release the clutch and let the rear spin.

It’s been a while since I’ve heard someone scream like that.

Piercing, like a warning siren.

The rubber tread rips through the last of his shirt, then the flesh of his stomach until the main door of the Reaper clubhouse is spattered with flesh and bits of intestine as the weight of my high speed machine eats away all of the soft tissue beneath it.

His wail turns into a gasping gurgle when my bike chirps on the asphalt beneath him.

Through him.

Headlights appear from either end of the parking lot and rush towards me while Brody takes his last breath.

Nikolai climbs out of his Hellcat. “I missed the fun. I had to get Alexei’s sleeping ass loaded. Do you know how hard it is to wrestle a limp Russian?” He walks over to Brody’s body and kicks the lifeless foot. “One less Reaper. Well done.” He claps me on the back.

More cars pull in and our guys unload with weapons ready.

“We clear these buildings. Start with this one.” Nikolai gestures at the men to go into the main hall that I just finished painting.

“Do you want to stay? Or, go check on Sofia?” Nikolai’s brows raise as he asks.

“I’ll stay. He’s not the only threat to her. Let’s wipe them all out.” I take the pistol he offers, and follow him inside.

I can hear sporadic gunfire throughout the building as our crew pushes through, but Nikolai and I don’t encounter anyone alive.

“Hey, I found the office, I think.” I push into a room with a big desk and piles of papers.

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