Page 56 of Bound by Affliction
“Son of a motherfucker!” I yell out, putting my gunaway.
That’s the moment I hear it. Bike pipes close but not too close. Then the loud pops and pings coming off the old brickbuilding.
“Fuckers are shootin’ at us!” Buzz yells, moving into the room and taking cover. Peering out the window and clutching my gun again, there sits Jonny and Troy fucking firing atus.
“It’s them!” I yell as each of us start firing at the two bikes. We quickly get out of the ground level room, still shooting. A bullet whizzes past my face so damn close I can feel the air shift. Fuckers will pay forthat.
The two dickheads take off on their bikes riding hard and fast. We hop on our rides and take off like shots. My brothers surround me as we chase in a pack. Cruz looks over at me pointing down to the wheels, telling me without words to shoot thefuckers.
A car starts coming the opposite way, quickly moving past us. Then the assholes move into the oncoming lane of traffic. What the fuck are they doing? They pull out their guns just as an eighteen-wheeler starts blaring their horn. The two assholes slide back over, and I don’t waste anymore time. I shoot, aiming for the tire. He shoots back. Ravage shootsback.
The bike closest to us with Troy on it gets hit several times, but it’s not until he fires back am I able to clip the fucking tire. He loses his balance, over-corrects, and the bike starts to roll. Troy is tossed off the bike and into the rocks on the side of theroad.
Instead of stopping, I keep motoring along wanting Jonny like no tomorrow. Some of my brothers will stop forTroy.
Looking around, Rhys, Cooper, Tug, Dagger, Cruz and GT are riding withme.
Jonny stops shooting at us and focuses on accelerating his speed. He gets a little jump on us, but not much. A small white car pulls out in front of him and he veers out of the way, getting in front of the car. We throttle it and one by one get around the car. Jonny’s gained a bit, but we’re able to catch upquick.
I pull my gun out, ready to shoot his bike, when out of nowhere a farm fresh box truck swerves in front of Jonny. Jonny has a good handle on the bike, but it’s not enough. The bike lays on its side, taking Jonny with it. Fuck, that burn is going to hurt.Good.
We make our way to Jonny, who is screaming in pain. The guy in the truck slows down along with the white car that was behind us. Dagger and GT make their way to those vehicles, hopefully getting them to get the fuck out of here and not call the damncops.
Jonny is pinned down by the bike, his leg trapped under it, blood everywhere. Getting off my bike, I approach and bend down to him. “You did this shit to yourself, fucker. But don’t worry. What I have in store for you will be muchworse.”
“Fuck you!” he bellows, while trying to rip his leg out from under the bike. His gun sits just out of reach, having flown off of him during the tumble. Rhys goes over and picks itup.
Cruz is on the phone barking orders. “Right!” I hear him say as he makes his way over. “Stone’ll be here in five. Need to get somewhere where we’re not drawin’ so much fuckin’attention.”
“You fuckers aren’t takin' me anywhere.” Jonny goes in his jacket, but I’m there first, grabbing the gun from him and giving him a swift punch to the leg where the peg of the bike ripped open his calf. Fuck that has to hurt,good.
“Let’s get the bike off and drag em’ over there. Make it look like we’re stoppin’ for a rest,” Rhys says, pointing over to a large oak tree. It’llwork.
Jonny starts to talk again, and I rip off my boot, pull off my sock, and stick it in his mouth then grab his arms and put them behind his back, zip tying them. He groans from the pain, trying to hold itin.
“Littlehelp?”
Rhys just laughs at me, grabs Jonny under the arm, and we drag him over to the tree as he fights to get the sock out of his mouth. Tug and Cooper grab the bikes, even Jonny’s shit, and brings itover.
Jonny mumbles something and spits out the rag. “You assholes. I will fuck you up. I’ll destroy you and that fuckin’ bitch who took out mybrothers!”
A solid punch to the jaw comes from my fist. He slumps to the side as Rhys pulls him backup.
“You fucker,” he groans, and I’ve had enough of his mouth. Going to my saddlebags, I pull out the duct tape then stick the sock back in and tape overit.
“That should keep himquiet.”
The large truck and car pull off, and I see GT and Dagger striding, grabbing their bikes on theway.
“Gone. Told em’ we’d handle it. They were pretty easy to convince,” GT says to us all with a smile on hisface.
“How’s the other one?” Tug asks as Cruz gets off the phoneagain.
He slips the phone into his cut inside pocket. “Guy’s still alive, but barely. Stone’s pickin’ him up then coming here. Be ready tomove.”
“They gotta spot for us?” I ask, ready to make these two pay. Almost dead means he’s still alive and needs to feel what I can do tohim.
“Sinister Sons has a place, and Stone’s gonna take usthere.”
