Page 39 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)
Chapter Twenty-Three
The way they shot past the Kings like their asses were on fire made it clear they realized they were caught in the wrong area. The only question was, were they here on purpose or by accident?
While it didn’t matter either way when it came to how the Kings would handle the potential threat, it would be smart to find out if they had been scouting or not. If so, it would quickly land the Twisted Souls on the Kings’ enemies list.
And that was not a good list to be on. That meant if they were spotted out in the wild—at any time or at any place—they most likely would never be heading back to their own territory again.
Since Devil Dog and Grim were trailing a distance behind the four intruders, they quickly fell back into formation when the rest of the Kings pulled out.
“Hang on tight!” Stone warned Taryn again. “Shit might get wild.”
Her fingers dug painfully into his gut. Unlike earlier when she was relaxed and enjoying the ride, she was now so damn stiff, he swore she turned into a concrete statue.
What was about to happen wasn’t anything he wanted her to witness, especially since she was still considered an “outsider,” but fuck if he was peeling off from the pack and leaving his brothers to deal with the problem without him.
He was the goddamn VP. He needed to act like it.
At the back of his mind, he thought this could be a good test for Taryn.
And satisfy his curiosity on whether she could deal with the outlaw biker life and not be a damn snitch by tipping off the pigs.
So far, she had rolled with the punches, but what was about to happen would be nothing like she’d experienced so far.
Ransom was right. None of what they were about to do would shock any of the ol’ ladies. They knew the life, and what to expect, before they accepted their “property of” cuts.
To Taryn, this was all new and not a life she chose. She wasn’t out to become an ol’ lady and didn’t plan on sticking around. The only reason she got involved with him at all was for protection from her abusive ex.
Only, what she was about to see with her very own fucking eyes might cause her to leave before the ex was even freed. She was about to find out that dealing with a single asshole like Vic the Dick was nothing compared to twenty-four. Thirty-two if he counted the prospects.
Since no main highway was easily accessible from where they were, it gave the Kings enough time to catch up to the small group before they could escape, despite the fact those motherfuckers were twisting their throttles hard and pushing their sleds to their limits.
Stone wouldn’t be surprised if one of them skidded out, kissed the pavement, and caught a bad case of road rash.
Hell, road rash would feel like a goddamn tickle compared to what his brothers were about to do to them: make them wish they never stepped foot in Kings’ territory.
Ogre was no longer at the back of the pack with Stone. Instead, he had swapped spots with Wheels since he had a weapon none of the rest of them had. A hundred-and-fifty pound loyal beast with wickedly sharp teeth.
Since Chopper and Torch had the fastest sleds, Ransom gave them a hand signal to get out in front of the Twisted Souls while the rest of them caged the fuckers in.
Despite the four bikers trying to swerve around Stone’s brothers, it only took a minute to surround them completely. As soon as Ransom rode to the front to join Chopper and Torch, they began to force the group to slow down.
Only, the Souls kept maneuvering in an effort to escape the cage. One almost took out Patch by sharply swerving at him. Another stiff-armed Bolt, trying to knock him off his Harley.
Thank fuck none of their evasive moves were successful and they were slowly forced off the road by tightening up the circle. As soon as they were all off road completely and at a stop, everyone was off their sleds and on their feet in a goddamn instant.
Stone shook his head when a TSMC member jumped from his sled and began to sprint toward the woods.
Chicken shit.
Little did that motherfucker know how much of a fucking mistake that was. But he would. In three…
Two …
“Get ‘em, Thor!” Ogre bellowed.
That command alone was enough to make Stone’s asshole pucker. He knew the damage Thor could inflict. The canine could rip out a fucker’s throat within thirty seconds.
The nightmares he’d had after seeing that shit took a while to fade.
With a ferocious bark, the mastiff-type dog launched himself from the sidecar and tore after the biker on the run. While the biker was cooking, the massive dog was faster. That motherfucker could move when he wanted to, but most of the time, he preferred to lie around like a rug.
His brothers had already surrounded the remaining three and, while dodging flying fists, yanked them off their bikes. Despite that, they all paused to watch Thor do his thing.
When Thor launched himself this time, all his weight hit the fleeing biker, knocking him down. Hard.
Stone winced. That had to fucking hurt.
Ogre yelled, “Thor, hold!”
The Presa Canario clamped his teeth around the screaming biker’s throat and held fast. The dog’s training was damn impressive. Stone was happy as fuck it wasn’t his neck with teeth clamped around it.
While Ogre kept his attention on Thor and the downed biker, the rest of them concentrated on the other three now forced to sit on their asses.
With over twenty Kings circling them, no one was going anywhere.
Hopefully, Taryn couldn’t see past the wall of bodies.
With a quick glance at their patches, it looked like none of the Souls were officers for their club, unless the runner Thor had in his grip was one. If not, it made him wonder if their prez actually knew where they were .
Didn’t matter, they would pay for their mistake either way.
Ransom got right into the face of the one with the name patch identifying him as Zero. “What the fuck you doin’ here?”
Stone pushed through the wall of his brothers so he could hear the answer.
The biker had his hands up and palms out in surrender. “Just ridin’ through, brother. Didn’t realize we stepped on Kings’ toes.”
“First off, that’s fuckin’ bullshit, and second, you ain’t my brother.” He pointed to his own president patch. “See that? Your prez didn’t bother to reach out to me. Not only is that fuckin’ disrespectful, but a damn good way to make enemies.”
“Your prez know you’re just ridin’ through?” Stone asked.
“No,” Zero answered.
“Another bullshit answer,” Ransom said. “When’s the last time your club went for a joy ride in this area?”
None of them said shit.
“Fuck around and find out,” Stone mumbled under his breath.
Just then, a large van pulled up behind them and five of their eight prospects spilled out.
This situation would be a good test for them, too. Because like the ol’ ladies, this had to be a life they wanted to live before accepting their patches. And if they weren’t willing to do what needed to be done, then they’d never earn those sacred rockers.
They were Kings not pussies.
“You want them doin’ this or takin’ the sleds back to the shop?” Stone asked Ransom.
“They can get the sleds outta here seein’ as we’re sittin’ ducks on the side of a road. Might not be a busy one, but still, someone might come the fuck along.”
Damn .
Stone would’ve liked to see the recruits pull their damn weight. But the prez was right, the fewer witnesses the better. No damn witnesses would be Stone’s preference.
The reality was, they couldn’t take their time dealing with these assholes. It was too risky.
“You hear that?” Stone asked the prospects. A chorus of yeahs rose up. “Squid, don’t fuckin’ leave ‘til we tell you. The rest of you, pick a sled and head back. You know where to take them.”
With a smile, Chopper, who was in charge of the Kings’ chop shop, hooted and rubbed his hands together. “We can have those fuckers broken down by midnight and a lot of those parts sold by mornin’. This will be a damn good haul.”
Stone grunted.
“You can’t take our rides!” the Twisted Soul with the road name Cruiser yelled.
Stone cocked an eyebrow. “Fuckin’ stop us, then.”
“That ain’t all we’re gonna take.” Ogre’s deep voice came from outside the circle.
“Make a fuckin’ hole!” The circle opened up and Ogre marched the biker with puncture wounds decorating his neck into the center and shoved him to the ground with the other three.
His blood-splattered name patch claimed his road name was Reno.
“Watch ‘em,” Ogre ordered Thor. “Next time you try to run, ain’t gonna call him off. Last thing you’re gonna fuckin’ see is his big-ass teeth snappin’ at your ass. You hear me?”
Thor didn’t leave the sergeant at arms’ side, but he did keep an eye on all the stupid fucks on the ground.
So much for convincing Taryn that Thor wouldn’t hurt Baby Bird. He had a feeling the woman wouldn’t want her son around the dog after this.
Hell, she might not want to be around any of them after this.
Ogre barked, “Were you assholes up here scoutin’?”
Bandit answered, “Just ridin’ through. Askin’ for a pass this time. Won’t happen again.”
“Damn right it won’t happen again,” the sergeant at arms growled. “But ain’t takin’ your fuckin’ word for it. You all scoutin’?”
“No,” came from Cruiser.
Ogre used his size fourteen boot to slam him in the chest, knocking him over. “Bullshit.”
The fallen biker scrambled to sit back up but before he could, Lick muttered, “Think they’re lyin’,” and drop-kicked the guy in the head.
Cruiser would not be cruising anywhere for a while since he was now knocked out cold.
“Take their fuckin’ cuts,” Ransom ordered Squid.
“What the fuck?” Reno shouted.
When he tried to jump to his feet, Lick yanked him back down to the ground using the guy’s pony tail. “Nobody fuckin’ told you to get up. Sit the fuck down.”
“You can’t take our cuts,” he insisted, his face red.