AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I stalked to the back door. “The prez went out this way,” I hollered at Ire and Hollywood. They appeared to have disarmed the maggots.
“What about the kid?” Ire asked.
I furrowed my brow, not sure who he was talking about.
“The dude Storm said to leave alone,” Hollywood clarified.
“I don’t know.” I went out the door to look for Easton. He was our explosives genius.
“Nothing better happen to the kid,” Ire hissed.
“Then tell me who the fuck he is and why he’s protected by Storm.”
“I don’t know why. He didn’t tell me.”
I considered Ire. He wasn’t the easiest guy to read. He went around with a deadly expression. Maybe he honestly didn’t know. Storm might not have told his crew more than he’d told Cobra.
“Whatever.” Not finding Keg, I went around the building. “Yo, all set?”
Easton waved a remote in the air. “Yep. I’ll warn the people inside and meet you at the SUV.”
“Be careful.”
“Yeah, boss.” Easton trotted to the front.
“Let’s get out of here before the place blows.” I noticed the empty parking spot. “Son of a bitch. The Impala is gone.” That meant Keg had gotten away.
“We better hurry. Buff might be in trouble.” Hollywood bolted. Ire and I followed. “Storm will be pissed if anything happens to Maddox.”
“Yeah.” And my parents would be furious if anything happened to Buff. Lady M would never forgive me. I shouldn’t even care, but dammit, I did care. “Shit, we need to get gone.”
We jumped into our seats, then Ire pulled in front of the bar. He honked the horn obnoxiously, pounding it like a drum and holding it down until Easton ran out and got into the back with Hollywood.
“Are we doing this?” Easton placed his finger on the red button, holding the device for us all to see.
“All civilians out?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Then blow the joint to smithereens.” I turned around to watch the building crumble into a pile of debris.
“This will be fucking amazing!” Hollywood clapped his hands in the back, whooping. “Fireworks in November!” The surfer look-alike made me laugh. He wasn’t gritty with the jagged edges most bikers wore as a badge of honor for surviving the shit life threw at them. The pretty boy seemed to have a year-round golden tan and sun-bleached blond hair.
“Hollywood, where you from?” I peered over my shoulder at him.
“Missouri.” He flashed a broad smile.
“No, shit?”
Hollywood threw his head back, laughing.
“We’re out.” Ire slammed on the gas peddle.
“Ka-boom!” Easton pushed the button. Ten seconds later, the explosion went off.
“Christ, I ain’t never seen anything like that before. I think it turned me on.” Hollywood bellowed with laughter.
“Blowing shit up gave me a hardon in the desert,” Easton muttered in a lethal tone. “Better check on the others, boss.” He hit the back of my seat.
