Gent dropped him to the ground, grinning as he stepped over his limp body. “I gotta say. That was fucking fun.” He stopped beside Cross and tapped his chest. “Now be sure and tell your old lady,” Gent smirked. “Sometimes asshole bikerscanbe allies.”
Yeah, we can.
“Jesus Christ,” Spinner drove his hands through his hair looking over at the other man who attacked Addison. “What the fuck were you two thinking?”
“We didn’t know. It was just some woman and...”
That one statement was all it took for Cross’s restraint to snap. He grabbed the edge of the table separating them, flipped it across the room and lunged toward the guy. He grabbed the edge of his vest and slammed him against the wall. “Notsomewoman.Myfucking woman.” He wielded back his arm and with all his force, Cross slammed the butt of his gun into his face. Again. Again. And again until he slumped to the ground. The man was unrecognizable with blood covering every inch of his face.Not good enough.Cross raised his leg and stomped his boot into his chest. His wheezing echoed through the room.It’sthe sweetest fucking sound of revenge.Cross put the gun in his waistband, bent down, grabbing the guy by his blood soaked shirt and lifting him a few inches. “This is what happens when you threaten my woman. When you scare her. And when you touch what’s mine.” He glanced up at Griggs, Spinner and the rest of the Satan’s. “Let this be a fucking lesson.” Cross lifted the man another foot and slammed him against the floor. The crack of his skull sounded through the room and he stood.
He glanced over at Ace who was openly smirking. There was a certain level of satisfaction in revenge. But this wasn’t over. Not yet.
Ace turned to Griggs. “You ain’t gonna offer us a drink?”
The remaining members looked like deer caught in headlights. It took a minute for Griggs to snap out of his fog and order two of the brothers to get them drinks. The room was in disarray with only a few tables still standing. They made their way to the one closest to the hallway. Ace, Cross, Wraith and Cypher sat while Gent, Cue, Oak and Ghost stood at their backs.
A case of beer was placed on the table and Griggs and Spinner sat across from them.
Griggs took a long swig and dragged his hand over his greasy hair. “This isn’t gonna fuck up our deal, right?”
Cross smiled. “That’s business. This was fucking personal.”
Relief flashed over his features. “Good and…” He waved his hand to Addison’s attackers slumped on the floor. They were barely moving but still alive. “You take them. They’re all yours.”
Ace reached in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
“No, Griggs, they’re not ours. They’re yours. We’re not taking them.”
Griggs shared a look with Spinner, and for a brief second, they seemed confused.
“Gonna let them go?” Spinner asked.
“No.” Cross laughed, shaking his head. “But we ain’t pulling the trigger. You are.”
Spinner flinched as if struck. “What?”
This was the final part of their sweet revenge.
“Yeah, you guys are gonna take out your own men, in your own clubhouse, and then clean that shit up.” Cross smiled. “And we’re gonna fucking watch.”
This would absolve Killcreek of having any involvement, but they’d be witnesses if they ever needed to use that against the Satan’s.
Fucking brilliant.
Chapter Fourteen
Addison stared across the room, focusing on the door. Cleo had left a few hours ago after Addison insisted she was tired and wanted to sleep. It was a half-truth. The day’s events had exhausted her to her limits, but Addison had no plans of sleeping. Not in his bed. She’d debated on leaving, but there were still people in the clubhouse, and she was sure she’d get opposition if she attempted to leave.
It was the strangest hostage situation. Cross had been so adamant she stay but never gave her a reason. Was she still in danger from the men at the convenience store? It was doubtful, especially after the threat the owner delivered.
So why am I here?
She jumped slightly when voices from the hallway caught her attention. She’d been hearing them all night, but this was different. It was right outside the door. They were muffled, and she couldn’t hear what they were saying. But she had the distinct feeling one of them was Cross. Seconds later it was confirmed when he walked in.
She’d kept the lamp on his nightstand on, and the glow shined over him as he closed the door behind him. When Cross turned, he stilled, staring directly at her.
“Still up?”
“Yep.”
