Page 42 of Sypher

School completely forgotten, I extended my arms out in front of me and cracked my knuckles, stretching my fingers before they landed on my keyboard.

“Time to get to work.”

Three days later, after spending an explosive night in Dante’s ass, I had just rolled off him, completely spent, when I heard my computer pinging like fucking crazy.

“Does that thing ever shut up?” Dante gasped, his arm over his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing.

“No,” I moaned, sitting up.

“Babe, just leave it till tomorrow. It’s Valentine’s Day. Our day.”

“I can’t. If it’s one of my priority clients, they have the right to contact me day or night.”

Groaning, he rolled over, giving me a beautiful view of his fine red ass. Reaching for a pillow, he wrapped his arms around it, snuggling his head into the voluminous mass while he yawned. Leaning over the bed, I kissed the side of his face, his voice trailing off as he fell into a deep sleep. “Love you.”

Not bothering to dress, I walked naked into the living room and sat down in my chair, turning off the insistent alarm. Reaching for my mouse, I clicked on the blinking icon to reveal the video feed from the Tennessee club. Curious, I ran a diagnostic on the system, not knowing what tripped the system, when I saw men moving through the woods behind the clubhouse, right before one of Digger’s landmines went off, just as another alarm popped up, from the Sons of Hell compound,then moments later, alarms from the Bourbon Kings, the Wraith Warriors, and the Diamondbacks.

Holy shit.

It was a coordinated attack.

Not thinking, I reached for my phone when it started to ring. Already knowing who was calling, I answered, “It’s Satan’s Angels. They’ve got the place surrounded. Get the girls in the safe room! I’m activating attack option three, so tell Whiskey to stay the fuck away from the fence line.”

“Sypher said it’s Satan’s Angels. He is activating attack option three!” Digger shouted.

“Jesus fuck, Digger,” Ravage yelled as I watched another explosion rock the clubhouse.

“What?” Digger laughed. “You think I’d let any fucker near my house? Rotten bastards won’t know what hit them.”

“We better have a fucking house left, asshole.”

“One time!” Digger growled. “It was one time!”

“You blew out the whole fucking kitchen!”

“And let’s not forget the time he took out my dad’s shed.” I heard my brother Charlie laugh. “Man, I thought Dad was going to skin your ass alive, cuz.”

“That was an accident and you know it!”

Ravage groaned right before he asked, “Alright, Sypher, we’re ready. Where are the fuckers?”

“Got three coming in from the south. Five from the east. Four in the west, and ten trying to break down the gates.”

“That’s all?” Digger sighed, looking hurt.

“Well, Slaughter took out seven all on his own already. He’s closing in fast on those coming in from the south.”

“That’s cheating!” Digger roared. “Those don’t count.”

“Hey, fucknuts!” my brother Bailey shouted. “You done clucking like hens ‘cause these assholes are about to breach the front gate!”

Ravage groaned. “Sypher.”

“One, two, three—”

“Well, would ya look at that?” I watched as Whiskey looked out the front window, chuckling. “They do shake like bobblehead dolls.”

“Ravage, alarms are going off in Kentucky, Virginia, Louisiana, and Oklahoma. It’s not just us. Satan’s Angels are going after the Horseman MC, the Sons of Hell, the Bourbon Kings, and the Diamondback MC,” I said hurriedly, typing something into my computer before he gasped. “It’s a coordinated attack.”

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