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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SOLO

My back aches like hell as sweat covers my entire body. I need a fucking shower because I stink to high heaven. We are on a run for the club, and currently, Kink, Woody, the pretty prospect and I are unloading a van full of boxes ready for them to be shipped.

“Oh, my handsome man, I have missed you. Are you still with that whore?” émile’s sing-song voice rings out as he climbs out of his expensive-looking car.

“émile, I know you think you hold the power here, man, but fuck me, you need to watch what you call my woman,” Kink growls, stepping closer to the man.

His guards step in, but Kink will not back down when it comes to someone saying shit about Adele. I match the fuckers’ steps and take my brother’s back, as does Woody and the prospect, who knows what his job here is.

émile’s men load up their vehicles while we deal with the fucker’s tantrums.

“I do have the power, Kink, like I always do. Without me, you and the club would have no money,” émile says with a smirk on his face.

“That is where you are wrong. We don’t need your cash, émile. We have many others who buy from us. We don’t need you as much as you need us. Now,let’s get this shit done so we can leave, because I have a very hot and needy woman waiting for me at home.” This time, Kink smirks, and I see émile’s face get red with anger.

“If you break the contract between us, Kink, I want more guns for my money or a fucking discount. A large one. I told you this, non ,” he spits out.

Kink grins at me and nods to the prospect.

“No discount and no more guns like you have requested. But here is my final offer.You take your kisses from the prospect, who likes a bit of dick from time to time, and you forget ever touching me again. I was fucking stupid to agree to this shit from the beginning,” Kink bitches.

“You were thinking with your young cock, brother.” Woody laughs.

Kink flips him off and we all turn to watch émile stalk around the young prospect with eager eyes. He scans him from head to foot, and I have to give it to the guy; he smirks right back at émile with approbation in his eyes.

Oh fuck, he likes what he sees too.

émile folds his arms across his chest, then waves one hand at the prospect with flare.

“He will do nicely, but I want more than his mouth on mine,” he challenges.

The prospect looks to Kink, then to me, as I am the more senior member, even though Woody is older than me. I nod.

“Your body, your choice, prospect.” After a minute, he looks to émile.

“I will take the offer, in my service to the Royal Bastards MC.” He steps forward so he is almost flush with émile. “But I top, handsome.”

émile’s cheeks flush pink with excitement, then he claps his hands like a happy seal.

“We will make plans.” Then he is off, leaving all of us standing around watching as he drives off.

“Damn, kid, you know how to make a man excited, don’t you?” Woody slaps the prospect on the back.

“I’m not fussy when it comes to sex. If this helps the club, then I will step up and get my credit with Pres and the brotehrs—and get a few orgasms while I’m at it.” He grins.

“You’re a kinky fucker, you know that?” Kink mutters as we reach our bikes.

“Let’s get the fuck back to the clubhouse. I need a shower and to see my woman,” I moan, mounting my bike.

We pull away from the meeting spot, which has changed as we got word that our usual spot was being watched due to some kids setting fires to the area.

Woody likes to take the long way home after a run, so we can stop by a local café that he loves buying from. He says the cakes are to die for, but if you ask me, it has something to do with the chick who owns the place.

We’re riding through the town, close to the café where we are stopping for a bite to eat, when I spot the fucker we are hunting. He’s brazenly strutting around town, like he didn’t hit my woman and threaten my kids.

Without letting my brothers know, I turn my bike and follow the prick. I hear my brothers’ bikes behind me so I know they have my back without question. Slowly, I creep behind the guy as he walks and looks down at his phone from time to time.

He’s a scrawny little runt, just like his abusive arse of a brother was. Dressed in dirty jeans and a hoodie, he stops next to a pub to take a call. Now is my chance.

I stop my bike, park it behind a red van, and kill the engine, before climbing off and getting the bastard. The sooner he is gone, the more my family will relax and they can move on.

“Brother?” I hear Kink say, but my focus is on this guy. My blood heats up in my veins as I move closer to him.

“It’s the fucker who hit my woman,” is all I say.

I am within reach of the cunt, when he must sense something. He looks up, checking around him, until his gaze lands on me. Fear flashes in his wide eyes before he runs.

“Shit,” I call out as I chase after him.

He darts down an alleyway and I follow him, not caring about what I am running into. All I see is me ending the cunt; the blood draining from his body and the life from his eyes by my hands.

He keeps running, looking over his shoulder to see how far I am from him. Before I can speak, he spins around. I see the flash of silver before hearing a loud bang, before pain sears the top of my bicep.

“FUCK,” I bellow and come to a halt.

I know that if I run out of here with blood running down my arm, it will draw extra attention to us, and we do not want that shit on us.

“Fuck, brother, you’ve been hit,” Kink growls, checking my arm out.

“Yeah, and Elsie is going to be so fucking pissed.”

“He got away.” Woody comes back to us, breathless, the prospect at his side.

“He jumped onto a local bus. Too many witnesses.”

I nod to the guy who will make a great member of the club one day.

“Leave it for now. We regroup and come back to the area in a few days. Maybe we can track where the fuck Dyer is and take him out too. Do everyone a favour,” I growl.

When we get to our bikes, I pull out a cloth from my saddle bags and clean off as much blood as I can, so I can get to the club without incident and attention.

What I said was true. Elsie will be pissed that I got shot, but it will hurt her when she finds out who the fuck shot me. She will blame herself, because that is the type of person she is.

“I have text one of my contacts in the area a photo of this dickhead and he will let me know if he comes back,” Woody informs us.

“And by contact, you mean that hot piece who owns the café, right?” Kink teases our brother.

Woody growls but says nothing as he climbs onto his bike and starts the engine. I laugh at my brother and he winks before we follow suit, while the prospect gets into the club’s van and follows us home.

I am not looking forward to my woman’s reaction, but I am sure as fuck ready for some angry sex.