Page 35 of Property of Rio

“Mongrel’s close to patching in,” I hear Abyss say to BamBam as we leave the restaurant after Rafe settles the bill and hands our waitress a wad of cash. “That means we’ll be on the lookout for a new prospect soon.”

“Hey, Issy, you awake?” Rafe quietly asks.

Mumbling a bit, I roll toward him and say, “I am now.”

“Good, because I need your help with something.”

I’m obviously still out of it because I don’t pick up on what he’s trying to tell me. “What can I help you with, Rafe?” I question. He takes my hand and places it on his very hard dick and I feel my core clench in need. “I think I can assist with this,” I tease, rolling over him so I’m on top. “Now, let me see what I can do.”

It’s not long before I’m taking a different kind of ride as Rafe powers up into me while I hold myself up with my hands on his chest while swiveling my hips to gain the pressure against my clit. Before I know it, we’re both yelling out our pleasure and I slump onto his chest still attached as sleep claims me once more.

TWENTY

Rio

“Prez, we’ve got a problem,” Pokey says, standing in the doorway of my office. I motion him to come inside and close the door.

Once he’s settled, I ask, “What’s going on?”

“Booker just reached out and advised that a local gang, the Onyx Dragons, are trying to move into Kings territory. They’re looking to take over Texas,” he informs me through gritted teeth.

I bark out a sarcastic laugh, because we have three chapters in Texas alone and none of us are pussies when it comes to protecting what’s ours. “Do they know who they’re trying to fuck with?”

Pokey nods. “Yeah, Prez. They’ve heard of the Kings of Anarchy but think we’re a joke. Booker just wanted us to be aware. Figured since Issy’s heading out of town for a rodeo, you’d want to know because they’re not too far from Dallas and seeing that’s where she’s headed, he wanted us to be prepared in case she runs into them.”

Fuck. Me. We haven’t had so much as a peep out of the Mojave Devils since Rip hand delivered Four to them. Well, pieces of Four, that is. While I had planned to go with Issy, now I need to figure out if any of the other brothers can go with us too for added protection. I know Richie Rich has a full book at Anarchy Ink, so he’s out, but outside of the laundromat, we should be good for a few brothers to tag along.

“Let’s see who’s available to head with us to Dallas. Of course, the prospects will hang here, but we’ll need to see who else can go, because we’ll need coverage at the laundromat, plus we’ve got a run over the border to deliver some of Rip’s stock.”

“I’ll also do a deep dive into the Onyx Dragons, Prez, so we know who to look for. Booker indicated they’ve all got serious rap sheets that range from assault to rape and murder,” Pokey advises.

“Fucking hell. I’ll give Rip a call.”

His club being located up in Canton puts him and his guys close enough to provide even more backup should we need it. There’s no fucking way that Issy will be unprotected at the first rodeo she’s gone to since the shitshow involving Gage and the Devils.

“I’ll see what info Booker has on the jackasses he can send me as well,” Pokey promises. “Want me to send out a group text?”

“Yeah, do you think you’ll have the information quickly? If so, I’ll call church for tonight so we can go over everything,” I ask.

“I’ll do my best,” he confirms. But worst-case scenario, if I don’t have it all, I’ll have enough to ensure we can keep Issy safe.”

“Just text me when you know, Poke, and I’ll make that call then.”

He nods, stands with his tablet in hand and heads out of my office, leaving me to face the mountain of paperwork that no longer interests me. Still, people need their paychecks, so I begrudgingly dive back in, grumbling about this new set of problems that seems to be evolving. Whatever happened to earning your shit? These Onyx Dragon pussies want to gain their shit without any effort and that’s simply not going to happen.

Not while there’s a member of the KOAMC left standing, that is.

Pulling out my phone, I call Rip and when he answers, I say, “Heard we’ve got another potential threat on the horizon.”

“Same shit, different day,” he retorts. “Fucking Onyx Dragons thinking they’re badasses. They’re gonna find out that the Kings don’t take kindly to anyone encroaching on our territory.”

“Pokey’s getting info from Booker,” I supply. “But the reason I’m calling is because Issy is scheduled to come up to Dallas for the rodeo next weekend. Need to know if you have any brothers you can spare because this is the first one she’s been to since all that shit went down.”

“Let’s see, I’ll be there, and will bring Slayer, Nova, Renegade, and Icer. We’ll make sure she’s well-protected, Brother,” he replies. “Y’all gonna stay on the campgrounds or what?”

“Yeah, it’s easier since she hates being too far away from the horses. Luis will go with us this time to help take care of them, of course, and we’ll stay in our RV. Already rented the campsite. I can add another site to our reservation if you want.”

“Good plan,” he says. “Where will Luis stay?”

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