Page 73 of Falcon

“Where’s my prospects? Because there’s no way they’ve let you inside the gates,” Calamity snarled, standing.

“They got taught how to speak to a lady,” Wanda-Faye simpered.

“Elijah, Mark, go,” I ordered. Fuck. Rafe and Shelby had been guarding the gate.

“Don’t see no lady, do see a dirty cunt,” Axel boomed, his lips curled into a spear.

“Shut it, old man,” Wanda-Faye snapped and then shrieked as Axel threw a blade at her feet.

“Watch your mouth,” he ordered.

Calamity stepped up front as the MC crowded around him. Out of the corner of my eye, Dad and some of the prospects moved to protect the kids. Old ladies had grabbed babies and headed in that direction too.

“Who knocked them out?” Calamity snapped.

“Unclear which blow did that. There were so many.” JimBob grinned.

“We ain’t here for trouble. Just want our girl back; the family misses her,” Wanda-Faye cooed, waggling her fingers at Myka.

“You dumb or what? I already told you, Myka belongs to the club now,” Calamity said, stepping forward.

“You got some mighty fine women here.” Hoyt smirked in the direction of the old ladies. It made me feel sick; the clear lust evident in most of the men’s eyes. After seeing what passed for women amongst them, I bet ours looked like fuckin’ wet dreams.

“Then you need to pay for her… what, don’t wanna?” Wanda-Faye sneered, recapturing my attention.

“Look, boys…” JimBob began with a smarmy grin, and Calamity’s fist took him in his chin and knocked him on his ass

“What the fuck was that?” Harlan, his son, yelled.

“You beat my prospects. Now we’re gonna kick your ass.” Calamity swung again, knocking Harlan back.

“Says it all. Rawson killed his cousin, but you’re here to start shit. Ain’t your son dead?” I asked, staring at JimBob.

“Ain’t Merle.”

We exchanged confused looks. Cates had identified Merle.

“Have you seen the corpse?” Calamity demanded.

“No, don’t need to. Rawson wouldn’t harm family,” Bobby-Joe denied.

“They’ve not even gone to ID the body. Holy fuck, what is the problem with these people?” Priest asked, shocked.

“They’re hicks, backwards, that’s what. Move them out,” Calamity ordered.

“Who ya calling backward? No need for insults; we got off on the wrong foot. We ain’t going nowhere without Myka. And if you want her, then compensate us for our loss,” Wanda-Faye stated. The surrounding men nodded.

“Slave labour has long been abolished. You can’t legally sell a human,” Luca growled out.

“But compensating for their loss of skills is. Myka cleaned house, cooked meals, looked after the kids. Now we gotta pay someone for that, so you give us money,” Wanda-Faye demanded.

“Is it me, or is she regressing?” I asked idly. “She’ll be spitting single words soon and grunting.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know to what to. There ain’t much lower than her,” Calamity quipped as we kept moving forward and chasing them back into the clubhouse.

We stalked them as they moved backwards, still confident in their strength and reputation. They hadn’t realised they’d just unleashed a monster. They’d invaded our land, our families’ safe space. Now they were going to get a lesson.

As soon as they were outside. Calamity pounced on JimBob. The older man squealed as we all piled in. Wanda-Faye screamed and cussed and threw punches, which Ghost reacted to when she grabbed his balls hard. His fist knocked her five feet backward, and she began running for the gates, making threats.