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“Well, fuck. That might be a first.”

He had no idea who was saying what and he couldn’t give a fuck. “Let’s go! We can start at that fuckin’ Pink Pearl if we gotta and work our way north.” he shouted. “Ain’t wastin’ any more fuckin’ time.”

Reaper rose to his feet. “Let’s go, brother.” Grim and Ghost quickly followed.

Chaos announced, “I’m goin’ too.”

“Gonna fuckin’ kill all of those motherfuckers, every fuckin’ single one, with my bare hands,” Rage snarled.

“No, you won’t,” Reaper said quietly. “That’ll just fuck the club up one side and down the other.”

“They gotta pay for fuckin’ with us. Again.”

“They will, brother,” Reaper assured him. “We’re working on that. Needs time and patience if you want it done right.”

“Don’t got time and patience when they’re fuckin’ with our women.”

“Understood. Let’s go find your women.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Lock the fucking doors!”Lyric screamed when they found themselves surrounded.

The Souls were blocking their escape using their sleds. One in front, one behind, and one on each side of Bri’s Toyota RAV4. The four burly bikers riding those sleds had murderous looks on their faces as they dismounted and tried to pull open the doors.

“Get outta the fuckin’ cage,” one yelled, jerking on the door handle. “Get outta the fuckin’ cage, you fuckin’ bitches!” He kicked the door next, surely leaving a boot-sized dent behind.

One began pounding on the passenger side window. Another climbed on the back bumper, using something in his hand to try to break the rear window.

This was not good.

“Bri! Lyric’s right. We need to go! Put the pedal to the metal and take that Harley out.”

The Soul standing in front of the SUV climbed onto the hood, leaving behind more dents as he went.

“Oh, shit,” Lyric whispered as the biker with the long, greasy hair and crazy-long beard began to punch the windshield.

So far, she’d seen no guns…yet…but that could change in a split second.

“Goddamn them! They’re fucking up my new car!” Bri yelled.

“They’re going to fuck us up next if we don’t do something!” Avery yelled, leaning as far away from the passenger window as possible.

“I have a bat in the back, Lyric. Grab that.”

A bat? These guys probably had bullets! “Let’s just go, Bri! Run that bike over.” Or at least push it out of the way.

Why the hell was she putting the SUV in Park?

“No, we have a score to settle first. And who says running over that sled won’t fuck up my car enough that it disables it. Then we’ll have no damn escape!”

“It’s four outlaw bikers against three women,” Lyric warned.

“It’s four assholes against three pissed-off female bikers,” Bri growled.

Lyric began to worry that the Souls were not shooting them because they had a reason to keep them alive.

And that was even scarier than if they simply wanted them dead.