Page 53 of Pike

Pike

Something about the look in her eyes when I left hurt. She was worried about me, and I’ve never had that before. She watched me go. I know she did. Never in my life did I think I’d find someone like Feather, and here she is, right in the palm of my hand.

She’s easy to love. She makes it easy to love, and that’s just another thing I like about her. She’s there for me whether she knows it or not. She cares about others, and she loves others regardless of what they’ve done. My heart swells as I think about her.

Then I shake my head. I need to focus on the task at hand and not on her right now. I need to focus on the task at hand. The RRMC. Those motherfuckers are going down tonight. I’m going to make them wish they were never born and never met us.

We’re set up on either side of the road, just waiting for them to come through. It’s an ambush and one they aren’t expecting. We picked a good spot, and Mask informed the local PD, who we have in our pockets, that something was going to go down, just not what.

Now we wait. We wait on the motherfuckers to come through, and then we handle them.

My finger is on the trigger, ready to pull at a moment's notice. I have my knife in the sheath, ready to be drawn when I get up close and personal. My heart beats a little faster as the rumble of motorcycles in the distance can be heard. Anticipation runs wild in my veins as I creep forward a little more. I’m at the edge of the road, just past the tree line, ready to go when I see the headlights.

In my head, I count down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Then I open fire. The guys follow along, firing their guns as the motorcycles slowly start falling to the ground. One right after another, they fall and we move in closer. I shoot to kill. I shoot some in the face as I walk past and others in the chest multiple times. Then I stuff the gun into my jeans before pulling my knife free. I walk straight toward the Prez and grab his bleeding body off the ground. I jerk him to his knees as Van pulls his helmet from his head. Now, on his knees, vulnerable to me, I step up to him. He looks up, his eyes narrowing as he looks at me.

“Should have killed you when I killed the other one,” he hisses.

“Yeah, you should have. Yet you didn’t, and here we are.” I smirk at him, on his fucking knees before me. Who the hell would have thought the tables would turn like this?

“Fuck you. Your little friend is already dead,” he laughs as blood trickles down his lip.

“Yeah, and you’ll be visitin’ him in hell soon enough. Imagine an eternity of him fuckin’ you up.”

“Who says we’re both goin’ to hell?”

“Come on. We all know where our end is with what we do. You set him up. You killed him, and now you’ll rot in the same hell as the rest of us,” I tell him. He smirks at me and starts to shake his head when I plunge the knife into the side of his neck. Blood sprays all over me, but I don’t care. I’m too focused on what I’m doing. I pull the blade free and watch as more blood sprays from the wound.

“Let him die like that,” I announce as I nod toward his neck. He’s bleeding out pretty quickly, but it’ll still take a minute for him to die. A long, drawn-out minute. I’m sure it’ll feel like forever to him and I love the idea of that.

“Who’s next?” Free asks as he glances around at the remaining guys they have lined up on their knees. I walk down the line of them until I see the ones I recognize. Then I pull my gun and shoot the others in the head before focusing back on them. The ones who killed Rooster.

“This one.” I motion to the bigger of the guys. Free nods his head and walks behind him, ripping the helmet from his head and tossing it to the ground. Greasy blonde hair falls free and I can see the scene unfold in my head all over again. My stomach cramps as I shake away the images of Rooster once more.

“You killed my brother. You killed my friend,” I tell him as he looks up at me. He doesn’t laugh, doesn’t smile. He knows this is his ending. He knows how this plays out. He doesn’t get a second chance and he realizes that. Instead of speaking, he holds his head high and stares at me.

“I won’t make it quick,” I vow before dropping the knife to the ground and kneeing him in the face. I’m sure I broke his nose. Blood gushes out of him as I move in and beat his ass. I grab his arm and stomp on his shoulder, breaking the bones as he screams. Then I press my boot to his throat, watching as his eyes widen when he looks up at me, knowing his death is near. I cut off his airway before letting him suck precious oxygen back into his lungs and cutting it off all over again.

“We need to wrap this up,” Mask declares as I glance at the others. Then I look back down at this asshole and press my boot harder against his throat. This time, I don’t move it until his eyes roll back, and I know he’s dead.

Bending down, I grab my knife and move to the next one. I slash his throat, watching him gasp and gargle, and I don’t feel a goddamn thing. I keep going and going until they’re all dead. I kill them, one by fucking one, for what they did to us, to him.

I’m covered in blood by the time I’m finished and walk back over to the other guys. They all watch me, wondering if I’m going to break, but I don’t. I keep my head held high and walk past them all and over to my bike. I grab my helmet and slide it back on before climbing on my bike and pulling a cigarette from my pocket. I light it up and take a few long drags before revving the engine and taking off. I know the guys will have this cleaned up soon. I know they’ll have everything taken care of.

I ride back to the clubhouse and park my bike with Free right behind me. He must have followed me back to make sure I’m okay. He nods at me as I climb off and head for the door. When I open it, I see the girls standing around with a few of the guys we left behind. They look at me as I nod my head letting them know everything was handled. The girls eye my blood-stained clothes but don’t say anything until she does.

“Is that yours?” I look to the left and see Feather, her arms wrapped around herself.

“No.”

“It’s over?”

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