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The only response he got was a middle finger emoji. Two of them. Something like a laugh bubbled up inside him but he refused to let it out.
Crazy fucking woman.
Ray’s body, rolled up on the floor, would have to wait.
Sonny grabbed an extra shotgun and locked up the bunker.
More messages from Avery popped up, but he ignored them. If Avery wanted to remain a part of the club, she better learn how to deal with other bikers, just like every other member. Normally fights in public places like bars weren’t that bad. If a club really wanted to fuck you over, they did it when you least expected it and away from prying eyes.
He glanced down one last time at his phone as he straddled his sled.
Avery: You’re personally paying the damages when this night is over, Sonny. Every. Single. One. You’re the fucking bar manager but you’re never here. I’m done cleaning up your mess.
I’m there when I need to be. If you can’t handle it, maybe you should think about leaving. Stop fucking texting me.
Sonny pocketed his phone and turned on his bike. As the engine rumbled to life, another kind of adrenaline coursed through his icy veins. He reckoned it was the prospect of kicking some Death Riders’ ass.
It sure as hell couldn’t have anything do with the smart mouthed woman he was about to face.
His racing pulse and stiffening dick said otherwise.
2
AVERY
Three things were guaranteed on Friday nights in Longford: football, fucking, and fights.
Avery Hellion didn’t care for the first, hardly had time for the second, but unfortunately had to deal with the third.
She was working, as usual, in the back office at Bikes & Brews, finishing the month end financials, when two unwelcome figures showed up on the security camera. Avery recognized Kingston and Galen Hedge. They were blood brothers, both members of the Death Riders MC, based in Canmore. Kingston was a VP and Galen was the President.
Entering Hellraisers & Hellions turf on any day was asking for a fight but showing up on a Friday night? After a long week of work, most H&H members wanted to drink, get laid and chill out. A fight would be the best-case scenario.
Fuck, she’d just finished renovating the bar, now these asshats were going to mess with it?
She should be used to it by now.
Avery grew up fast, raised by a single dad in the small but tight-knit MC. She’d seen more in her twenty-three years than most people did in a whole lifetime. The good, the bad, and the worst. But the MC was the only home she’d ever known. She had money and brains to succeed in big city corporate life, but she liked the quiet country. Well, as quiet as MC life could get. At least here she could dress the way she wanted and swear as much as she liked. She had the protection of the club but the freedom of the road.
Life was good.
But this part of the life – dealing with the antics of testosterone-fuelled dickheads, some with more brawn than brains - was a pain in the ass. Her club brothers, Dante and Wyatt, were here but they were already drunk off their asses. Useless.
Avery watched the cameras as her club brothers downed beer after beer and flirted with two attractive women.
She texted Sonny and Jackson for assistance, but would they get here in time? Fuck them, she’d dealt with worse on her own before.
She re-read Sonny’s last text and his tone make Avery’s temper spark.
Bar manager, my ass.
Sonny came and went as he pleased, leaving most of the day-to-day work to her and Wyatt. Sonny was a great leader and enforcer, and entirely loyal to her father, she couldn’t fault him for that. And always cool and calm, no matter the situation. That why he was called on so often for the dirtiest tasks. But she needed someone at the bar on a regular basis and Sonny wasn’t cutting it.
Case in point, the other week she had to close the bar on a Saturday when Sonny just up and disappeared. Avery went in search of him and found Sonny fucking some rando in the back alley. On a cold March night. If the woman’s moans and pleas for more were anything to go by, he was good at that too. She didn’t care who or where he fucked, but she was pissed that his work was getting dumped on her already full plate.
She texted Sonny again but decided she had no more time to waste. Death Riders were here, and they needed to be shown the door.
Throwing her blonde hair in a top knot, Avery unlocked the walk-in safe and pulled out a sawed-off shotgun. She also grabbed her Glock and shoved it in the back of her jeans just in case. Marching out of the office, she walked down the narrow hallway and into the bar. Surveying the packed room, she noticed Kingston and Galen yelling at the same women Wyatt and Dante were flirting with.
