The Brothers can fuck the club whores or go to the strip club. Plus, you can always meet a bitch and make her your Old Lady,” Demon growls, looking at us.
“Keep up the scouting for the fuckers,” Diablo hisses.
“Brothers, Church is over. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon growls, pumping his fist.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers shout, pumping their fists.
I push off the chair, in a fucking hurry to get to Roxy. She’s off and at the apartment packing up.
“Killer, let’s go,” I say, walking out of the secured area.
I pull out my cell to call Roxy, but she isn't picking up.
I text the Brothers Menace, Torque, and Manic to meet at the MC cage. The black van that we use for runs. We’re going to move all of her stuff from the apartment.
I call Roxy again, and it goes to voicemail. I leave a voicemail. My chest tightens, and I don’t like this feeling in my gut.
I don’t like this.
“Shade, why are you in a hurry,” Killer asks, walking next to me.
“Fuck! Roxy has been off for a while, and she’s not picking up my call. I don’t want her alone at the apartment, especially after learning about the Satanic Bastards and Roseanna. Roxy told me that Roseanna asked her to come here with her. Roxy doesn’t know anything about the motherfuckers or MC life. I need to get to her,” I say, walking out of the clubhouse.
“Fuck! Let’s hurry,” Killer says.
Menace, Torque, and Manic are waiting for us at the van.
“Let’s get gone,” I say, getting into the passenger seat.
Killer climbs into the back with Manic.
Menace pulls out of the parking space, out of the clubhouse, and onto the street.
I don’t know why I have a bad feeling about Roxy being alone at the apartment.
I stare out the windshield, tapping my fingers on the door trim.
“Shade, calm down,” Killer says.
“Fuck! Hell, I need to get to Roxy. Menace, go around the cars,” I growl, gathering my bros.
A couple of minutes later, we turn onto her street. I see the fucking bikes parked.
“Look at the bikes,” Menace growls.
“Oh, hell no! The motherfuckers are here,” I say, opening the door.
“Brother, hold on,” Manic yells.
I take off running; my heart is pounding. A fucking huge biker is hurting Roxy.
I pull out my fucking Glock from behind my back!
My blood boils, and I don’t think twice. I fucking shoot the fucker that’s kicking Roxy in the leg.
He falls onto the ground, yelling. The fucker tries to crawl, and I shot his other leg.
“Brother, we’re going after the fuckers run,” Killer shouts.
