I grab my purse from my locker and walk out of the diner. I look around, and I don’t see the nasty bikers. I need to get to the apartment because Shade is going to pick me up in a few. I’m running late since I stayed a little longer to help Lucy.
I walk down the streets, looking around. Finally, I turn the corner, walk to the apartment complex, and stop.
I look around to escape, but the nasty bikers surround me.
“Look who showed up,” the biker says, walking over to me.
I take a step back, looking at the patch on his Cut, Snake. He’s the one that Roseanna was messing with.
“Please move, I don’t know you,” I say, standing taller.
I look around, and there are four bikers, three are blocking my escape, and this Snake biker is standing in front of me.
He moves his hand quickly and grabs my neck. He pushes me against the apartment complex.
I stare at his evil eyes and at the scar on his cheek. He makes a hissing sound, and that’s unnerving.
“Let me go,” I say.
“Where is Rosie,” Snake says, squeezing my throat.
I gasp for air, and my eyes water. I stare at him wide-eyed.
“I don’t know her,” I say.
“Stupid bitch,” Snake says, releasing my neck.
“I know that you’re Rosie’s sister. I know that you’re that Satan’s Warriors pussy. I want Rosie back. Tell that motherfucker, the one that you’re fucking that time is ticking. If you don’t do as I ask, next time, I’m taking you as payment,” Snake shouts.
“No, I’m not going to do what you want,” I say, lowering my eyelids.
“Fucking bitch,” Snake yells.
Snake moves fast; he swings his hand and hits me with his meaty fist. I see stars. I can’t believe it; it’s like in the fucking cartoons. Fucking stars explode.
Snake strikes me again, and I black out.
Eleven
Shade
“Brothers, Church in session,” Demon says, hitting the gavel.
“Did you get your funds,” Diablo asks, looking around the room.
“Hell yes, oh yeah, yes,” the Brothers yell.
“I want you to think about what you’re going to do with that kind of scratch. I don’t want you to fucking waste the scratch. We don’t know if we will get the same ROI,” Diablo says, pressing his lips.
“Vegas Chapter, Prez Moose called for help. I agreed to send some Brothers to help out for a couple of weeks. Viper, Torrid, Anger, Sin, and Shark are on their way to Vegas.
Viper took Roseanna Galt, who happens to be Shade’s Old Lady sister. Viper states that Roseanna confided that she was sent to gather information. She’s scared and doesn’t want to do as they demand. Diablo and I spoke with Roseanna, and we feel she’s being truthful. The Satanic Bastards biker, Snake, is the one who’s forcing her to be with him and to come and gather information. The motherfucker threatened to sell her to the Cartel as a sex slave.
Viper and Roseanna had an instant connection, but he wants to see if it works before taking it further. That is why he decided to take Roseanna with him on the run to Vegas. I agree that it’s best considering the situation.
But I’m fucking pissed. The motherfuckers, Satanic Bastards MC, are fucking getting bold. They’re sending girls to gather information. We don’t know how many fucking moles are amidst the MC. We have to control the number of bitches that come into the clubhouse; in fact, I think that we’re not allowing any hang arounds until further notice.
I don’t see it as beneficial to have hangarounds in our business. That stupid tradition needs to go.
