Page 71 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

"You piece of shit. When I get my hands on you..."

"What? What are you going to do? Nothing Leo. You should've played ball with me when you had the chance now there's going to be nothing left of your woman or your little club. I'm the alpha dog around these parts. You can't outsmart me. You can't trick me. You've got nothing." He spits in my direction and as fucked up as it is I know it's the truth.

No matter how many of my men are willing to go down for me right now, I know we're not going to win. Marc basically has us all by the balls.

"You are a smart one." Alex finally opens up and says something. His break from silence so sudden that everyone turns to look at him. "I have to give you that? When you toldme how you managed to sneak a rat into the Chrome Creed compound, I was impressed. But then... that got me thinking..." Alex snaps his fingers and the door to the back of the clubhouse opens. Two men come out yanking someone between them. The person has a hood on, so I can't see their face, but from the looks of their clothing it seems like they've been put through the wringer. Blood and other bodily fluids are caked all over them.

"If you're so hard up to take the Chrome Creed's territory, what's to stop you from wanting to take mine?" Alex shoots Marc a deadly gaze, and hope starts to blossom in my chest.

I stay quiet as Alex continues, "turns out that you're smart, but you're not too creative. Using the same trick twice in a row. Come on, you could've made it a little harder for me." He reaches back and pulls the hood off the person in the center of the two men.

It's a woman.

I don't know her, but it's clear that she knows Marc. She looks over to him and cries for him. "Marc, please, help me. I'm sorry." She begs.

Did he really try to overthrow the Hands of Hell in the same way he tried to do me?

"What the hell is this?" Marc takes a step back, his eyes jumping from Alex to the woman.

"This is our answer to your little arraignment. Money may be big with us, but loyalty and family is everything. You tried to break mine. Now I have to break you." Alex grabs hold of Nisa and pulls her behind him.

It angers me, but I'm trying to have a little faith that this is going to go the way I think it is.

We might have just caught a break.

Maybe these HOH bastards aren't as uncivilized as I thought.

"Prez." Lash snaps behind me.

We can all feel the tension in the room rising. Shit is about to pop off...right now.

"Just Marc and his men, Not Hands of Hell."

All at once, gunfire and screams erupt from the large crowd. It seems like Alex gave his men the same directive I gave mine because the only people shooting at us are Marc and the group he came with. What started as us being completely outnumbered became Marc being surrounded by the enemy.

Gunfire shreds through the night, a storm of bullets and rage. The air is thick with the scent of burning oil and gunpowder, the sharp metallic tang of blood mixing with the acrid smoke curling from the wreckage around us.

I don’t think. I don’t hesitate. I move.

Marc’s men are everywhere, shadows with teeth, spitting bullets from behind crates, tables, anything that can take cover. But we’re cutting them down. Fast.

I duck low, sliding behind a counter, my heart hammering. My clip is almost empty, but there’s no time to reload. One of Marc’s men rounds the corner, gun raised.

Too late.

I squeeze the trigger. Click. Shit.

The bastard grins, but I’m already moving. I lunge, grabbing his wrist and twisting until I hear the pop of his bones. He howls, but I don’t stop. My fist slams into his ribs, then his jaw. He stumbles, but I don’t let him hit the ground. I need him to suffer.

I grab the back of his head and drive my knee into his face, feeling the crunch of cartilage as blood splatters across my jeans. His body goes limp, but I don’t let go. I slam him into the side of the truck, then again. And again.

When he finally crumples to the dirt, unmoving, I barely register the cheers from one of my brothers. My vision tunnels. I turn my head, searching—Nisa.

Alex is still with her. He’s holding his own, keeping her behind cover, keeping her safe.

For now.

I don’t trust him. I don’t trust any of these bastards. But right now, the war is bigger than us.

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