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"Sure, stud." Rita batted her mile long fake eyelashes and smiled coyly up at him. Lyle choked back a laugh. This situation was beyond ridiculous.
But it was working. Whatever plan they’d cooked up, the members of the Royal Rascals were all tongues out, eyes off the perimeter fence, gate wide open.
"We'll get you something to loosen up, relax, unwind, sit down, and we'll get the party started!" The men cheered, looking like Christmas had come early. Rita and Sophie linked arms, Sophie whooping loudly, as if she was already half gone.
Lyle could see it in her eyes though, she was steady-hand sober. Shit was about to go down.
"No, you sit down, handsome!" Rita quipped back playfully.
Diesel obviously thought it was a game. "You sit down!" he countered, biting his bottom lip, thinking she was flirting. Fool, Lyle thought.
Rita laughed, flicking her hair back with one hand and in one fluid motion, pulled a gun from her belt line with the other.
Her face suddenly morphed from flirty giggles to stone-cold serious resting bitch face. "This is a patch-over, bitches, you sit down!"
Patch-over. They weren’t just rescuing himself and Colt. They were fucking taking over. Fucking bold, ballsy move. Fucking fantastic. Lyle put a hand on Colt's shoulder, and Lyle pulled his eyes away from the women to catch Colt's gaze. Colt's eyes went wide, he couldn't say anything, but his face mirrored the shocked gape that Lyle knew was on his own face. So Colt didn’t come up with this plan then. It must have been… the VP. Colt’s ol’ lady. April. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, blonde yummy-mommy April. Yeah, her being the VP was a whole other saga. Lyle should have known, never underestimate a woman. They put everything they had into the fight, nothing was spared.
"Ahh hell!" Diesel groaned, shoulders sagging, realization paling his face.
"No fucking way!" Titan roared, he surged toward Rita, even though she had the gun pointed at him.
"Get them, boys!” Titan shouted, his eyes wild. The others shouted in outrage and lurched forward.
Bam, Rita shot.
Everyone froze.
Titan halted and spun around, a flick of blood from his thigh. Rita had executed the perfect graze to his upper leg. A skin scratch, nothing serious.
"I said," she grabbed his hair fiercely and dragged him by his head, forcing him to sit on the nearby sofa. "You. Sit. Fucking. Down."
The MC members stood, eyes flying from Titan, to Rita, to the group of girls, unsure of what to do.
Rita was solid-jaw determined, gritted teeth, pointing the gun at Titan, barely blinking.
Sophie, Penny, the strippers, where they had been playing the role of flirty party girls, they were all deadpan serious now, staring down the others with filthy, haunting glares.
Ash stepped out of the gaggle. "Nobody fucking moves, do you hear?" he said, barely raising his voice, but everyone was listening.
“Who the fuck are you?" Diesel said, slumping down on the sofa next to Titan, looking dazed.
"Black Coyotes MC," Ash said with a smirk.
"Fuck," Diesel muttered, throwing a dirty look to Titan. "I told you, there was no need to kidnap the fucking Prez."
"Fucking kidnap our Prezandshoot our fucking brother," Rita added, prodding Titan's injured thigh with the barrel of the gun to add insult to injury.
"Black Coyotes MC." Titan, despite his injury, hadn't got the memo. He spat at the floor beneath Rita disrespectfully. "Joke of an MC. Women members? Gay members? Rules about keeping clean? You gotta be fucking kidding me!" he sneered. "That's why your brother here came to us."
Lyle butted in here."I didn't come to you, I came to a bar to get drunk in peace, I didn't know it was one of yours. I wouldn't have gone in-"
"Shut up, you fuck up, Lyle," Ash growled. He stepped forward and stared. Ash was right in his face now, as if they were about to fight. Lyle felt his anger, his disappointment. It hurt.
"Yeah, that's right, your brother here broke your rules-" Titan sneered.
Ash put one hand into Lyle’s hair firmly, hauling him into a headlock position. Lyle winced, bracing himself for a punch, for the physical assault he deserved. But Ash dipped his head down and kissed him on the forehead.
"Fucking dummy," Ash murmured against Lyle's skin quietly, the tone was pure affection.
