Page 47 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
He nodded slowly. “For your crew and their girls, too.”
“Yes. They’re Tara’s family, now. As are you. And family sticks together.”
He peeked over at me. “I’ll make sure the investigation is squashed and that the federal agents I work with stay clear of you guys.”
I grinned. “Then, let’s go get this asshole once and for all.”
Ben laid the gas on thick as we sped down a back country road right toward our final destination. But about a mile up the road, gunfire rang out. I looked over at Ben and watched him hunker down behind the wheel of the car before he rolled down our windows.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Aim out the window. I’m charging this fucking place.”
I smiled wildly. “I like your style.”
“Hey, family has to stick together, right?”
I aimed my gun out the window. “You’re damn right they do.”
Gunshots rang out closer as bike engines revved and roared. As we tore through the metal chain-linked door, I aimed down the barrel of my gun and popped off shots as Ben tore up the beat-up gravel drive. Men in ripped jeans and ratty leather jackets poured out of every orifice of the worn-down warehouse building in the middle of fucking nowhere, but my head was on a swivel for my guys.
Until finally, I laid eyes on Link.
“Over there. They need cover now!” I exclaimed.
Ben cut the wheel tightly to the right as the SUV started taking bullets. He came to a stop in front of Link and Bowser, who quickly hopped into the back. As Ben rode around the building, firing shots out of his own rolled-down window, I picked Skeleton’s men off one by one.
Until we had the entire core of the crew gathered in Ben’s work vehicle.
“All right, where to next?” Ben asked.
Link panted. “You mean you don’t know?”
I grinned. “Park around back. We need to go in and find those girls.”
Bowser paused. “Someone wanna fill me in on what’s going on?”
I turned around, looking over my shoulder. “We got a Fed in the family now, that’s what’s going on.”
Ash laughed from his gut. “My man!”
Knuckles patted my shoulder. “Happy for you, dude.”
Ben cleared his throat. “Not to spoil a happy moment, but I see Skeleton.”
My head whipped around. “Let’s get this fucker.”
I watched as Skeleton made a break for the woods and I decided that wasn’t going to be good enough. So, I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed halfway out the window.
“What are you doing!?” Ben exclaimed.
I held my gun out. “Just keep driving until you catch up to him. That asshole isn’t getting to those woods.”
I narrowed my eyes as I focused the barrel of my gun against the back of his head. One shot, and I could take this man out for good. And as wonderful as it would have been to watch that man’s blood stain the grass beneath his feet, there was something else I wanted just a bit more than that.
Justice for the girls he tortured.
“Take the fucking shot!” Link roared.
And as I pulled my trigger, I knew I had him.
Everything happened in slow motion the second I heard that thunderous crack. It seemed like the entire world stilled around me as I watched Skeleton collapse to his knees. I aimed for his shoulder when I saw him reach for his gun, and as the second bullet fired from my chamber, I watched his entire body spin around before plummeting to the ground.
Ben’s voice roared out his window. “He’s down, he’s down! Move, move, move, move!”
Tires squealed in the distance as Ben picked up a radio in his car. I threw my door open and high-tailed it beside Link as all of the guys rushed Skeleton writhing on the ground in pain. As I wrapped around his left side, Link went to his right, and together we hoisted him up as he wailed about his knee.
“You took out my fucking kneecap!” he shrieked.
Link grinned. “Nice shot.”
I snickered. “I’m more privy to the one I put in his—”
Skeleton cried out. “Aaaahhhh, stop that!”
I smiled brightly. “His shoulder. I’m more privy to that one.”
Link shook his head. “You’re a sick man, you know that?”
I shrugged. “Eh, I’ve done worse.”
Link barked with laughter. “I believe it.”
Men dressed in all black with the letters “FBI” printed across the front of their vests came and scooped Skeleton away from us. I turned around and locked my eyes with that disgusting human being as Ben yelled off in the distance, directing his men into the warehouse. One by one, girls of every size, shape, and color were led out of that building. And some of them looked like they hadn’t had a proper shower in weeks.
“I hope someone slaughters him in prison,” I murmured.
Link patted my shoulder. “I’d rather see him rot, to be honest.”
I watched with succinct finality as every single member of the Golden Jags were hauled off in handcuffs. They were a motley crew of misfits, but they were also brutish and rough. A couple of the FBI officers had to wrangle them to the ground before binding their ankles as well as their wrists. It really was a sight to watch.
