Page 23 of Ruthless

All that had gone to shit when Lynch and Stone had gone to the Predators' clubhouse in Coös County to rescue Kat. They'd done some serious damage by the time it was over.

"We gonna go after them at the same time?" a brother leaning against the fridge asked.

Snorting loudly, Wildman snapped, "No dumb ass." He took a deep puff of his cigar, releasing a thick plume of blue smoke right into the face of the chick that was half-sleeping on his lap. "We'll start with Dark Menace, since we'll be dealing with them soon. We'll draw them away from their clubhouse and when they're too far away to do anything about it we'll go in, shoot anything that moves, and burn them down."

Several grunts and murmurs went around the room, followed by head nods that indicated that the group was on board with Wildman's plan.

"We should take their bitches, though," a brother by the name of Horace said. "We can always use new pussy 'round here."

"So how we gonna draw them away from their clubhouse?" Rocky asked, his eyes glued to the tits on display.

Wildman rubbed the lower half of his face before tugging thoughtfully on his beard. "I’m thinking that when I get my hands on my step-daughter, Stone will want her back. We'll have control, and the say on where the rendezvous will take place."

"Thought you wanted the bitch for yourself." I decided that it was time to add to the conversation. "So you're just gonna use her to get to Stone?"

"Fuck, no!" Wildman snarled, drawing a cry from the girl on his lap when he squeezed her tit too hard. "That girl is fucking mine, but if he's claimed her he'll do everything within his power to get her back. That means the fucker will make mistakes. He won't be thinking clearly when he's got pussy on his mind."

If he thought that Stone was that weak then he was a fucking fool.

"All we can do now is wait, but I want all you brothers ready. Fuck all the pussy you want, but watch the drugs and booze for the next few days. If we go to war I don't want a bunch of fucked-up pussies behind me. Once we take out Dark Menace, we'll go after Wild Marauders."

Wildman was delusional, proof that the drugs and the alcohol had done some damage to his brain after years of overuse. There was no way Red Devils was savvy enough to destroy my club, but that didn't mean that they weren't dangerous. And Wildman was a lucky bastard. He always managed to get away when shit went south. I'd have to keep my ears and eyes open to make sure that I didn't miss any vital information that I could pass on. That would mean I would have to spend more time in the bar with one of the whores on my lap.

The sound of Wildman’s cell phone vibrating in his back pocket alerted us that he was receiving a phone call. He dumped the girl off his lap and reached for the phone, and a big sneer spread across his face when he looked down and saw who the call was from.

He looked up at all of us without answering it. "It's done!" he said with vehemence. "I don't think I'll wait for Stone to get in touch with me." He scrolled through his contact list, hit a number, and it was answered on the other end almost instantly. “You get my fucking message?”

He didn’t speak as Stone answered him.

Wildman's laugh was grating and humorless. “I want my girl back.” There was a short pause. “You know who the fuck I’m talking about,” he said with force. “That cute little piece you’re holding as collateral.”

His expression revealed that he didn't like the response that he got from Stone.

“I want my fuckin’ property back!” Wildman snarled like a rabid animal, all but foaming at the mouth. “Been looking for that bitch and her mother for years. I—”

He stopped as Stone cut him off.

Wildman growled, “Yeah, we got her fuckin’ skinny-ass sister." That was news to me. Where were they keeping her? "Gotta tell ya, chick doesn’t have the stamina to survive my bunch. They’ll tear her to pieces when I give her up." He paused for a moment to let his words sank in. "Here’s how shit’s gonna go,” he began, sounding over-confident. “You give me back my girl, her sister gets to live. You don’t give her back to me, and her sister joins her man in hell. Then I come after your club and take back what’s mine anyway. Your choice.”

He'd made a big mistake threatening Stone. I could just imagine the seething anger that was running through my president in response to Wildman's confident smugness.

Wildman reached down to the girl who was now on the floor and twisted her nipple until she screamed. “You hear that? And that was just a nipple twist.” He laughed cruelly. The prick was passing off the whore as Rachel's sister. A second later he dropped his phone down on the table, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.

Fucker.

All of a sudden the door opened and a prospect stepped into the room. A scream could be heard from the room beyond. My gut told me that it was Rachel's sister.

"We got her, Prez!"

"Good. Lock the bitch up until we need her." He reached down for the dazed girl at his feet and hauled her up onto his lap again, sitting her spread eagle over him. "Now you fuckers get out! My dick needs draining!" He began to nuzzle her tits roughly.

As soon as church was over I returned to my room, determined to get Ginger out of here.

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