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Part One
“Undeservedly
You will atone
For the sins of your fathers.”
~ Horace
Chapter 1
The cool gray concrete façade of the dimly lit warehouse pressed tightly against my back. I ducked below the dirty glass block windows, sank directly below to crouch, and paused to catch my breath. The frantic beat of my pulse thrummed in my veins from the sudden burst of adrenaline. Excitement always did this to me. The thrill of the upcoming fight and knowing we held the element of surprise sent a surge of pleasure through my veins. I was like a junkie who needed their next fix.
Maybe I was addicted to the fucked-up life I now led.
Bumpy impressions from the uneven surface ground into my back as I froze, the movement inside slow but intentional as the voices grew louder for several minutes before they faded away completely. I never moved. Even when it became uncomfortable. Not until I knew it was safe and wouldn’t reveal our position.
I’m not a pussy. And this isn’t my first fucking rodeo.
Tonight was all about retribution.
Any chance to give these fuckers a little payback . . . I took it.
The meager light shone through the grimy, cobweb covered glass planes and cast a pale-yellow light through the gaps as I listened for footsteps or any indication our cover had been blown. Beside me, R.J. checked his Glock and cocked the gun as his fingers tightened over the steel barrel and twitched. When our eyes met, I knew my brother had my back as much as I had his.
That’s how family worked . . . and the MC was family.
For life. The RRMC was life. A death sentence without parole.
That’s it. Once you’re in, you stay. Forever.
This life was all I’d ever have so tonight wasn’t a chore, it was my fucking duty.
I glanced behind me to check my six and ticked my head in Jake’s direction. He nodded his head of long dark hair tied into a ponytail and indicated the rear of the building was secure. To his left and right flank I spotted ‘GQ’ Luke – the guy was a little too pretty – and the unruly red hair of Valan. Ghost was a few feet behind, his skull tattoos covering much of his exposed skin. His skeletal mask completed the look. Crazy fucker.
Beckett and Shane were on back up if needed.
Moving steadily forward we kept in tight formation, gesturing to one another in the dark. My brothers and I didn’t seem to need words to communicate. It was as if I could sense their thoughts and intentions before they ever moved. We’ve always been able to control a situation like this, reaching the same goal together without much effort. Like a well-oiled machine or our Harley’s, we could perceive each other’s plans or meaning without asking. This was vital, an integral part of how we worked as an MC and functioned as one massive strong beast.
I’ve never given much thought to how we connect so strongly without effort, but I suppose it’s life in the MC, crazy and dangerous, that developed these abilities.
The outdoor lights were dim and worked to our advantage. We knew exactly how many of these motherfuckers were gonna be on watch. Surveillance had given us decent Intel. The first two guards outside didn’t see us in time. Valan took out one, his beefy arm around the guy’s skinny neck before he could fight. GQ picked off the other as his blade sank into the soft flesh between the bastard’s empty ears.
Not a sound disturbed the silence of the night, except for one single grunt quickly extinguished. The lifeless bodies were hidden in the bushes off the edge of the property. Efficient and ruthless, my brothers proved time and again their worth.
Time to watch for the remaining MC members.
Not ours, of course. These bastards belonged to our rival MC, and they deserved everything coming for them tonight. One in particular, a dark Native American guy, was high on my list of targets.
This shit was personal with him – Akando – a name I wouldn’t forget.
“Edge?”
I swiveled in R.J.’s direction and ticked my head toward the door.
“Akando is mine. Everyone else is fair game,” I whispered, my words heavy with anticipation.
Only minutes later the next few members exited the warehouse. They didn’t get far. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. There would be no mercy this night.
