Page 57 of Royally Lucky

King looked over his shoulder and shook his head. “Ain’t happening, brother.”

They rode for another five minutes before Keys grunted. “Alright. It’s almost showtime. Let’s stop here.”

Here was on the top of a hill with no homes within sight. Kendrick got out of the vehicle with Andre, moving behind the rig toward the shoulder, where huge rocks created a barrier so vehicles wouldn’t accidentally fall off to the side and down the hillside. Headlights from an oncoming vehicle broke through the darkness. His heart kicked against his ribs.

The black SUV came to a stop. Kendrick watched as the passenger door opened, and a man got out.

“Get out of the way, asshole.”

Their driver, who goes by Digger, revved the engine of the bigger SUV. If Kendrick were to describe the thing, it was like a Tesla truck on steroids.

The man pulled a gun from inside the vehicle. “I said, move your vehicle.”

The sound of a fast-approaching diesel had the man spinning to look behind them. A truck that Kendrick swore he’d seen onan episode of Monster Jam when he’d been a kid slammed into the back of the SUV. A woman’s scream cut off as the vehicle hit the one in front.

He moved swiftly, going behind the monster truck while Andre kept his gun aimed toward the driver’s side. The back passenger door opened as he eased behind the big rig, keeping his eyes trained on the images spilling out. First came an angry Taysey.

“What the fuck is going on, Frankie?” Taysey cried. She stumbled on her high heels, falling to her knees.

“Will you shut the fuck up, you dumb bitch. God, I should just put a bullet through your fucking skull. It would give me another hole to fuck until your body cooled.” Frankie’s lust-filled words ended with a hiss of loathing.

“You’re sick. I’ll cut your fucking little dick off if you come near me with it.”

“That’s not what you were saying when I had you on your knees begging me to fuck you earlier, wifey.” He grabbed her by the back of the hair, shoving a gun to her forehead.

“Oh look, you’re hard, and I’m not even tied up.” Taysey lunged forward.

Kendrick didn’t see what she did, but the howl coming from Frankie sounded as if he were in pain.

The two Glocks in his hands felt familiar as he stepped out from the back of the truck, walking closer to the dueling idiots. With both guns raised and aimed at the two, he made a tsking sound to get their attention.

Before Frankie could bring his gun up, Kendrick fired off a shot, shooting the weapon from his hand. He had to rely on Andre and the men who came with him to take out anyone who might come out of the SUV while he focused on dumb and fucking dumber.

Taysey knelt on the ground in a dress with fishnet hose that were ripped long before her fall minutes ago. Her makeup, which she usually applied perfectly, looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet one too many times. He’d know because he’d fucked his fair share of women hard. Hell, he appreciated a well fucked woman. The difference between him and Frankie, and men like him, though, is that he takes care of his woman afterward. Her mouth looked as if he’d stretched it out with who knew what, and if he didn’t give her the proper care after that, Kendrick was sure the rest of her had to be stretched and filled with shit he didn’t care to think about. Yet she didn’t seem the least bit upset.

“You shot Frankie, you bastard,” she screamed.

“Frankie, does she know you came here to take my woman? Does she know you buy and sell unwilling women and men? Hell, you probably sell little kids, too, you sick fucker.”

Frankie’s eyes narrowed. “You’re nothing but a worthless piece of shit whose mother should’ve swallowed instead.”

“If you’re waiting for news of my woman's admittance to the hospital, you’re going to be waiting forever. She’s back at the clubhouse having a good time. As for you and your friends, sad to say, you won’t be returning. Of course, there’s always another snake ready to replace the previous one when you cut the head off of the likes of one such as you. However, whoever steps into your shoes will know better than to come after me and mine.” Kendrick looked down at Taysey, seeing her reach for the gun Frankie dropped. He let out a sigh and waited.

Taysey turned around, falling on her ass with her hands gripping the gun as she faced Kendrick. He fired before she slid her finger onto the trigger. “There’s that new hole you wanted, Frankie. From what I overheard, it’s about the right size if you go through the front. I’m afraid you don’t want to look at the back, though.”

A large pool of blood formed beneath Taysey. He aimed his right hand at a shaking Frankie, waiting for his next move.

“Where the fuck is my backup?” he yelled. He bent at the knees and looked inside the SUV. He stumbled backward, his back hitting the open door.

“What’s the matter, Frankie Boy?”

“How?” he asked, slipping on the blood and falling over Taysey’s body.

Kendrick stalked the remaining distance between them. Frankie’s hand, where Kendrick shot him bled profusely. “Damn, you could bleed out from that wound.” He crouched down, tucking the gun in his left hand back into the holster on his side while keeping the one in his right hand out. He tapped Frankie on the temple with the barrel of the Glock. “You’re a mess, kid. Did you piss your pants?”

“Fuck off, Kendrick. If you’re going to kill me, do it and get it over with.” He spat.

“So eager to die, hmm?”

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