Page 62 of Wild Side
All three of them freeze in their spots, their heads swinging to the side, their eyes shifting in our direction. I smirk at the look of shock on their faces. Fuck me, I love it when we can surprise assholes.
And these are the biggest fucking assholes I’ve ever seen.
The prospects reach into their vests, but they don’t get the chance to do shit. Viking and Lighting have those bitches on their knees with their wrists together before anyone can say a single fucking word.
The driver tries to take a step toward me, but I take my gun out of my shoulder holster and point it at him, pulling the trigger and watching him drop to the floor. It’s a beautiful sight. I’m not sure it should be considered beautiful, but that’s what it is.
Lightning and Viking drag the prospects away, tossing them into the back of the box truck after patting them down. “Do you think they have anything worth anything on these phones?” Viking asks, holding up two phones.
“A bunch of bullshit,” I grind out.
The driver is on the ground, blood pooling around his body. But it’s the prospects I’m more interested in, because those fuckers betrayed us. Betrayed our brotherhood, betrayed ourworld. And they’re going to pay for it. The price is heavier than any of them could ever have imagined.
Bullet flicks his gaze between me, Viking, and Lightning, then jerks his chin toward Lightning. As our enforcer, I have a feeling he’s about to get to work. Bullet’s lips press into a thin line before he dips his chin slightly.
“Burn it down. I’m done.”
And that is that.
The president has spoken.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ZADIE
The airin the bar is thick. I’m not sure why I even came down here other than I got tired of watching television. Goose and the others are all just hanging out. There is a group playing pool, another small group is playing darts, the older man is sitting at the edge of the bar, and a prospect hands out drinks.
It’s nothing wild and crazy.
It’s still daylight, but there is a charge in the air that I don’t quite understand.
When the door to the bar opens, I expect to see Chase walk through the bright sunlight that shines in from the outside, but it’s another man. It’s Posey’s husband, Ivy, and I remember her telling me he was an attorney.
As if Goose also feels something in the air, I sense him walk up to my side. He doesn’t say anything. Turning my head, I look up at him, but he’s staring straight ahead at the door. He doesn’t watch Ivy. No, he’s watching that door. I open my mouth to say something, to ask him what’s going on, when I hear his breath hitch.
My eyes follow his line of vision, and that’s where I see a police officer walk into the room. Goose doesn’t say a word. His feet move toward the officer, and I’m so confused by what I see, because I remember my father talking badly about the police all the time, and yet nobody is blinking an eye that a uniformed officer is walking into this building.
I move toward them, can’t stop myself from feeling this draw. I need to know what’s going on. There is no way around it. I have to know what the hell is making me feel this heavy.
“Something happened,” Goose states before the officer can say a single word.
The police officer dips his chin slightly, his eyes flicking from Goose’s to mine, then back to Goose before he speaks. When he does, I have to wonder if he’s part of the club life, just with the way he speaks.
It takes me slightly off guard.
“It’s the store, brother,” he murmurs. “It’s fucking gone.”
“What do you mean it’s fucking gone?” Goose demands.
The officer lifts his head slightly, looking directly into Goose’s eyes. “Blown the fuck up. I was on a call when I heard it over dispatch. I drove by on my way here. Firemen everywhere, fire, the whole fucking thing. The building is gone.”
“What the fuck,” Goose hisses.
The officer clears his throat before he continues. “I don’t know who was there or what was going on, but there were a couple of bikes in the parking lot. One of them was Maverick’s.”
My knees instantly give out from beneath me. I can’t catch my balance as I begin to fall to the floor. Thankfully, Goose senses my ass falling and, with his quick reflexes, reaches out, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me to his side before I hit the hard ground.
I open my mouth to ask what the hell all of this means when the door opens again, light spills in, and I watch as Chase walksthrough the door. Unharmed and unburned. I snap my lips closed, then open them again, trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes to mind.
