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Ryker
I glareat the motherfucker introducing himself to the club as the guy beside him points his gun in the air and fires two more shots into the night’s sky. I’m positive he knows the first two shots they let off got everyone’s attention, an extra two wasn’t necessary, even by my standards. All it achieves is further sobs and cries of panic from the women and children, and the smirk on his face tells me the asshole feeds off it.
Clenching my hands in my lap, I glance around the table for a brief moment, looking at my three closest brothers. Axel’s nostrils are flared and his hand twitches at his waist, ready to grab his own weapon in retaliation. Gray presses the palms of his hands onto the table, ready to launch himself up and into action. While Emmett’s fingers look like they’re piercing Scarlett’s skin where he touches her, his eyes ablaze with anger as the sweet Reaper temptress keeps her head bowed.
She might be the biggest mystery I’ve ever laid my eyes on, but she got one thing right. The Devil’s Brutes are going to be a problem.
I take my time turning my attention back to the unexpected guests that hover to my right. This is the first time we’ve been threatened on our property since I’ve become Prez. The one I’ll always remember, especially since it’s only been a few days. I need to handle this accordingly, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to let other clubs think it’s a good idea to bring shit like this to our door.
No. Fucking. Way.
But when it comes to our club, there’s one priority that has always remained the same, and it won’t be changing on my watch. Flicking my gaze to Maggie’s, I see the worry in her eyes. “Take the women and children inside.” My voice is clipped. She nods in response, before I turn back to the assholes interrupting our good time.
The motherfucker standing dead center wears the badge of Prez, so I settle my gaze on him. One leader to another. Maggie and Emily rise from their seats at my command, but the second Maggie takes one step toward the rest of the club, the fucker with his gun still poised in the air brings it down and aims it at Emily.
“I didn’t say anybody could fucking move.”
The sound of him turning the barrel of the gun echoes in my ears as Emily’s eyes widen. In a complete blur, I don’t even get a chance to look at Emmett to see his reaction, Scarlett launches from his lap and places herself between the weapon and its target.
“Redirect that gun before I fucking ruin you,” Emmett bites, his eyes burning into the fool thinking he can get away with that kind of action.
Scarlett bunches closer to Emily, facing her head-on so they’re eye to eye as she mouths something to her soothingly, but I can’t make it out.
“You might have walked in here guns blazing, but this is our territory and I don’t allow our family to witness the darkness we sow.” My words are like thunder, my veins thrumming with rage as I force myself to remain seated. “Now drop the fucking gun.” I don’t look at the man holding the weapon though; I direct my order to their Prez.
His eyes burn into mine for the briefest of moments before he nods and the cunt beside him does as he’s fucking told. Scarlett must sense the shift because she glances at me out of the corner of her eye, waiting for my signal before she takes off toward the club door in a hurry, dragging Emily along with her.
Emmett’s jaw tightens with fury as he refrains from checking on his sister. His eyes are glued to the fucker waving his gun as I continue to assess our family. Or more specifically, as I continue to track Scarlett’s movements.
The second she pushes Emily into the clubhouse, she spins back on her heels and races to help Maggie pull everyone inside. She soothes the crying children, offers support to the women swiping at their tears, and even helps carry an inconsolable Ruthie inside.
She’s definitely more experienced with fuckers like this than most of the old ladies and Ruthless Bitches here. All except Maggie. She’s been through more shit than I care to admit, but between them, they follow through on my order and clear the yard of anyone that isn’t a Ruthless Brother.
As Maggie steps inside, Scarlett hangs back, hand firmly wrapped around the door handle as she looks back over her shoulder at me. She seems uncertain, of what I’m not entirely sure, but when I nod in her direction, she releases a heavy breath and steps inside, slamming the door shut behind her.
The moment the door stops rattling from the force of her swing, Emmett stands from his seat with his gun poised and ready, and I watch knowingly as he pulls the trigger three times in quick succession.
They’re all aimed at the same man, the one I knew wouldn’t leave the compound alive, who chose to aim his gun at the wrong fucking woman.
“What the fuck?” Their Prez bites, glancing at his sergeant at arms in surprise as Emmett casually retakes his seat. Every other man standing behind him raises their gun in our direction, but none of us move.
“Don’t ever step on our property waving guns around and firing shots when there are old ladies and children around. More importantly, don’t ever make the mistake of aiming your weapon at one of them. You can see what the outcome will be.”
He glances at the lifeless body beside him, his teeth bared as anger boils beneath the surface. “You’ve just wasted a perfectly good man,” he hisses, turning his attention back to me as I shrug.
“A good man wouldn’t do that shit,” Axel says from beside me, lighting up a cigarette.
The leader of the Devil’s Brutes wipes his hand over his mouth as he lowers his chin to his chest before he looks up at me again. “You’re making me even fucking angrier, and believe me when I say I was already in the mood for blood before I got here.”
Silence descends around us for a moment, my men filling the remaining tables out here, ready and waiting for my next order as Gray releases a scoff, breaking the stillness surrounding us.
“You still haven’t explained who the fuck you are. The Devil’s Brutes? What the fuck is that? I’ve never even heard of you.” My men bite back their laughter at Gray’s usual ability to stir shit up with his brashness, and I have to take a deep breath when I see he’s fucking succeeding.
Standing taller, their Prez takes a step forward, placing his hand on the butt of his gun at his waist. “I’m about to be your worst fucking nightmare.”
“And why is that?” I ask, quirking a brow at him as he shakes his head in annoyance.
“Because you took something very important to me.”
