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“Damn straight,” she said and took off at a run with no apparent thought to her naked tits and bare feet.
Max kicked the door open and let off two shots, taking out a Killer Ace, leaving me and Cross to handle the other two. Cross sent his man to his knees with a shot in the gut while I hit a Roadkill member right through his fucking Adam’s apple.
“Well that was easy as fuck,” Max joked, winking at the scared young women.
“It’s all right ladies, go downstairs and wait for us.” I helped each one up and sent them out the door so we could clear the rest of the building.
“Yo!” Cross whistled and me and Max both went running, finding Alana with a Killer Ace wrapped around her throat. Her brown eyes were frantic, scanning the room, probably wondering if this would be the last thing she ever saw. At thirty-two, she was older than all the other girls and she did the books and bookkeeping for the club, which meant she was doubly club property.
I stepped forward. “Hey, Alana, how you doing sweetheart?”
“I’ve been b-b-b-better, Lasso.”
“I know it, but you look good,” I told her and she blushed.
“Give me the bitch I want,” the Killer Ace shouted, letting spittle fly every fucking where. “And you can have this one and all the rest.”
Cross laughed. “Look around man, what others? Our girls are safe and all your boys are dead or hurt.”
And now that wild look entered the eyes of the Killer Ace, the look of all cornered animals. The smart ones figure out how to live to fight another day, the dumb ones charge forward without thinking. Anxious to strike.
“Just let her go,” he said with some stupid kind of bravado. Did he even know it was going to get him killed?
“That’s not happening,” I told him as Cross and then Max raised their guns, aimed at his head. “Do you really want to die because Genesis can’t take rejection? Several of his stash houses have been hit. Can he even pay you to cover your medical bills if you get shot?”
“How about if you get a good ass whoopin’?” Max asked with a menacing laugh.
The fucker barked out a laugh and squeezed around Alana’s neck. “Can this bitch? You should be thinking about this hot property right here instead of the boss’s old piece of ass because he’s getting that bitch.”
This piece of shit should have been more careful because he fell right into our trap. “That sounds like bullshit from where I’m standing,” I told him.
“Sounds like somebody is writing a check his ass can’t cash,” Cross tossed out, forcing his attention to dart between us. His finger slipped from the trigger and I turned to Alana.
“Hey Alana, remember that story I told you about my old horse, Baby?” She nodded almost imperceptibly, eyes wide and alert. “Do for me what I forgot to,” I told her and when she hit the ground, I lit that motherfucker up like I was Bruce Willis in any fucking movie ever.
The room fell silent for several long moments and then Alana’s bloodcurdling scream pulled us from our thoughts. The fucker had fallen right on top of her and Max was there, tossing his big ass off Alana.
It took nearly an hour before the place was completely clear and we had the bodies of two Roadkill and three Killer Aces.
“Five got away,” Savior grumbled when we and Golden Boy returned to the group. “Through the woods.”
“I think I clipped one of ‘em,” Golden Boy said, hands on his knees as he sucked in air.
“Stitch and I are going back to the clubhouse. Someone needs to pick up Doc. A few of the girls have wounds.”
Jag had his arms wrapped around two of the girls, leading them to the Chevy with the kind of tenderness they needed.
“Roadkill and Killer Aces together. How the fuck did that happen?” I looked to Cross to see if he had any insight.
“The same way you and that girl reached out to his enemies, he went after ours. Though after what we did to those fuckers, I’m not surprised.” None of us said it, but we all knew we weren’t done with the war yet.
Once we dealt with the Killer Aces, we’d have to deal with the Roadkill motherfuckers.
Chapter 21
Rocky
If Lasso thought I’d fall back to sleep once he and Jag left to kick some ass and shoot some outlaws, he was sorely mistaken. I’d spent the whole night pacing, hoping none of the women were hurt because of me, and then the baby began to toss and turn, causing me discomfort and nausea so I sat down like a good little mama.
