Page 34 of Deviant Bastards

“I think I’m the lucky one tonight,” I say as I gesture with a nod of my head to Pixie, who stands at my door wearing a pair of tight-fitting leather leggings. She’s paired it with a white, strappy top and white heels. It doesn’t look like she has much makeup on while her hair is curled and left loose around her shoulders. Her necklace sits around her throat, and I feel my dick harden at the sight of her.

“Fuck, do you wanna stay home and go to bed instead?” Ric chuckles as he pulls Harley over to us. He stands behind her and pins her in front of me. Her eyes gloss over, and I can see her thinking over his proposition.

“Not a chance, she’s mine for a few hours.” I state as I take a few steps back.

“Where we going?” she asks as she manages to extract herself from Ric’s grip.

“There’s a little pizza place in town that has the most amazing pies. I thought that we could go there.” She nods her head at me, and I hold out my hand for her to take. Just like that, we walk hand in hand down the stairs, heading for the garage. I steer her away from Barker’s car and towards my BMW X5.

“Damn, you guys have all the best cars,” she says as I open the door and help her in. We drive in relative silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I’m checking my surroundings, making sure that we aren’t being followed. The guys would be mad if I got us caught. I take the road towards town, and then, just before the border, I turn down a small road.

“I didn’t even see that turn,” Harley comments as we drive down the quiet road.

“Not a lot of people know about this place, but we have been coming here for years. We kinda stumbled upon it accidentally one night after drinking way too much whiskey,” I laugh as we pull up outside the restaurant. It’s a small place next to the petrol station, but their pizzas are out of this world.

The little bell rings over the door as we enter, and Miss Mavis raises her head. “Get your arse over here, boy,” she demands as she rounds the counter and struts towards us. Mavis pulls me in for a hug.

“Miss Mavis, this is Harley, she’s my um…”

“I’m his girlfriend,” Harley says when I get tongue-tied.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Harley. I’m Mavis, but the boys all call me Miss Mavis,” she chuckles as she pulls out her notepad and pen. “Now, what can I get you kids?” she asks as I lead Harley to the booths at the back of the restaurant.

“Whatever is the best,” Harley says, smiling warmly at Mavis as she takes her seat. I slide in next to her.

“We’ll have the meat-feast, please, Miss Mavis,” I say. Mavis nods at me and heads back towards the kitchen.

“So, how did you end up as part of Ric’s crew?” Pixie asks as I intertwine our fingers. So, I tell her the story of my father finding out about my sexual preferences. Midway through the story, the bell over the door rings, and Harley stiffens beside me.

“Shit,” she whispers as I lift my head and look up. My eyes connect with a couple of guys that I don’t recognize and one that I definitely do. “How the fuck did they find us?” she asks as I pull my gun from the waistband and my phone from the pocket of my jeans. I go to send a blank text to Ric’s phone, our code for something going down, but I’m too late. The last thing I see is Harley’s tear-filled face as a needle pricks my skin, and the world fades away.

ChapterTwenty-Two

KENDRIC

We’ve managed to track Harley and Gryffin to a warehouse on the upper East Side at the docks. Thank fuck for the tracker that Gadge had embedded in Harley’s necklace. Otherwise, we would be fucked right now.

My guys spread out around the warehouse. “Boss, I count six inside,” Jordan’s voice comes through the earpiece that we are all wearing.

“On my mark.” I signal with my hands counting down from three. Gadge busts the main door wide open, and we all rush inside.

Gunshots ring through the building as my guys take Grayson by surprise. We take a few out but quickly need to dive for cover.

“Shit, they’ve got more guys than we thought, Ric,” Barker growls quietly beside me as more men pour into the building.

“This ends now, Olliston! Get your cowardly arse out here,” Grayson’s voice echoes around the warehouse.

“Ric, don’t you fucking dare,” comes Harley’s soft, melodic voice. It would appear that her bastard father has no idea where I am at the moment, which could work to my advantage.

I sign for Barker to fall back, and I move silently across the warehouse, ducking behind a shipping container. The further inside I get, the more I can see; Harley is currently strapped to a chair in the center of the room while Gryffin is hanging from a hook on the far-left wall.

“B, can you get close enough to get Gryff down?” I whisper through the comms. My man doesn’t look great; he looks like he’s taken a beating, no doubt at the hands of Deacon or Barrett trying to get information on us.

“Can’t, Boss. Deacon is standing three feet away from him, a gun trained on his head. I’m assuming that’s how they’re getting Little Brawler to behave.”

I watch as Grayson studies his surroundings for a moment, then signals for his men to cease fire. The gunshots die down until the only sound is men moaning and groaning in pain.

I silently stalk closer to them before revealing myself. “I’m right fucking here, you piece of shit.” Harley sucks in a gasp when she sees me. We knew something was off last night when we couldn’t get hold of Gryffin.

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