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“A prospect was on a supply run and came across the fucker who attacked Darcy. He is tailing him. The fucker is a on a crotch rocket,” Opal explains.
“Let’s go,” Maverick growls.
“I will bring my truck,” I tell the men.
We head outside, and I run to my truck while the men mount their bikes. The loud rumbling sound of the bike pipes fills the air, letting people know that the club is riding out.
I follow behind everyone and seeing the club in formation is a sight to behold. Seeing two generation of strong men looking like they are ready to take on the world makes me see the club in a different light.
I know what the club is all about, and I have the highest respect for the club and what each of the men do.
We move through the built-up area, and the longer we drive, the number of buildings becomes less and less, so I know where we are heading. My anger boils because I am aware that this is an area commonly known for being a junkie hangout.
The guys veer off the road, and I follow suit. Making sure that my truck is facing the road, I shut it off and climb out, looking up at an old building. It was used by the mill that was once in the area, but it shut down over a decade ago.
“Pres.” I see a younger biker step out from behind a smaller building.
“Prospect, you did good,” Magnum greets him.
“Is it just him in there?” Sarge asks.
All of the men gather around, but I see the way they track the area, making sure that they are not in any danger at any time. No one likes a sneaky fucker coming up behind them and taking them out.
“No, Pres, there are other junkies in there. I counted eight but I didn’t see all the rooms.”
“Okay. Let’s get this shit done. I am fucking bored now,” Slide calls out.
We make our way into the building, and fuck me, the smell makes my stomach churn. There is trash everywhere, liquor bottles and every fucking thing that is linked to drug use.
Little foil packets, needles, and rubber tubing to wrap around their arms to make the vein pop litter the floor.
“Spread out. Eyes open, guns up brothers, and watch your backs.”
We know which guy we are looking for; we found footage of the fucker and Darcy was able to confirm it was him. That night she had a nightmare and we had to hold her all night.
Stepping through rooms with Maverick in front of me, I tap his shoulder to let him know I am with him. We scope out room after room. Some of the junkies are passed out, and some are wandering around like they have no fucking idea what is happening in the world.
There is a chick on her knees sucking off one guy and I gag, seeing that both of their bodies are filthy, covered in dirt and fuck knows what else.
“Fuck me, that is disgusting,” I mutter and the junkie hears me.
“Who the fuck are you?” he grunts, not stopping the bitch sucking his cock.
“None of your business,” Maverick snarls.
We keep moving around the building, checking any little space that we come across. Keeping my focus on what we are looking for but also on Maverick, I would never forgive myself if he got hurt.
“Hey, fuckers,” gets called loudly then.
POP.
POP.
POP.
I duck, pulling Maverick down with me. We take cover, looking around the best that we can to see where the hell the shots came from.
“Fuck, I’m hit,” Royal calls out.
