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There Is Such a Thing as Bad Porn

G rizz

I just wanted to get this over with. It was almost midnight, and I was lying flat on my stomach in the middle of a flower field.

How was to my left and Op was to my right.

The other brothers had spread out in a semicircle, ten feet apart.

There was no way to get closer to the barn without being spotted.

“This isn’t a warehouse. It’s a barn,” I grumbled. “They’re making millions out of a barn, and Grease is worried about a garage.”

“I can hear you, fucker.” Grease came through directly into my helmet, loud and clear. Our helmets were black, and we’d agreed to keep them on until the action started. It would be easier to communicate, and they’d give us a little more coverage at night in the flowers.

“How could the locals not know shit was going down out here?” Sabre said, confused.

“Big, scary guys roaming around town? I’d look the other way, too.

” Pretty was chewing his last chip, and the sound reverberated in my helmet.

He’d insisted he needed a snack to keep his strength up, so Sabre had told him to make it quick when we’d filled up at our local gas station.

Dude had held the bag between his legs the whole trip, nearly giving Wreck a heart attack.

“In ten minutes, C and D are going to pull the truck up to the door, pretending to be the first pickup for the night. Is everyone in position?” Sabre was in control. I understood why he needed to be out here with us, but I’d tried to talk him out of it.

“I’ve never shied away from a fight, and I won’t start now,” he had said to me.

I’d struggled again to get him to see reason, but he’d held up his hand, stopping me. “I understand where you’re coming from, and trust me, I don’t like it either. However, I refuse to send the brothers into danger without being there for them.”

“You have a family.” I’d held my hands out, palms up.

“You do too, but I want you to have revenge.” Sabre’s tone rang with a finality I hadn’t heard before.

Meredith and I were a family, but hearing him acknowledge that had sent me into a tailspin, my mind racing with the possibilities.

Would she clear the vote? No one had said anything further about our situation, but I’d caught snippets from the rumor mill.

Her efforts to get along with the MC hadn’t gone unnoticed.

I was out of reasonable arguments, and he wouldn’t budge. Instead, we’d focused on the attack for tonight.

“Five minutes,” Sabre counted down.

A pair of headlights came up the driveway, and it wasn’t our prospects.

“Fuck,” I said. “Who the fuck is that?”

A compact car pulled up to the overhead door.

“The side door is opening. Isn’t that the stupid fuck who tried to take you out, Grizz?” Slate had been the only wise man allowed to come on this fishing expedition. He’d been in the holding cell with us, and it was only fair, even though he was past his prime.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. The leader who’d tried to knife me was walking out of the side door. I waited, feeling the anticipation race up and down my spine.

The car door opened, and a woman stepped out. She ran to the leader, throwing herself into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. He turned her around, and we caught her features in the moonlight.

“Fuck.” I wasn’t the only brother who said it.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Sabre was livid, and I wasn’t that far behind him. If she blew up our bonfire, I’d turn her into the cartel myself for free.

“Why is Clara dry-humping the head of the street gang?” Pretty asked.

“Not a street gang,” Cyph corrected.

“I’m down for a good old-fashioned dry hump, but she could do better.” Pretty never knew when to quit.

“Anyone else think this is weird?” How asked.

“It’s like watching a D-list version of Grizz and Buster.” I wasn’t sure who that was, but I wasn’t in the mood to fight a brother over it.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said. We watched as Clara disconnected from the leader, leading him by the hand to the back passenger door.

She laid against it, arching her back and sticking her tits out.

We were too far away to hear what they were saying, but she constantly ran her fingers up and down his chest.

“I didn’t think they made bad porn, but this is it.”

The leader caged Clara against the car door, and they went at it again.

“What the fuck are they doing?” Sabre asked.

“Do we really have to explain it to you, Prez?”

“Cyph, send C and D a message not to come.” Sabre skipped the sarcasm, walking himself into a bigger hole.

“Bad choice of words. No one’s going to come watching this shit.” Pretty laughed.

“They need to wrap this up before the actual clients show.” This was not how I wanted to spend my night. The quicker we took care of this fucking shit, the better off we’d be. They must have telepathically heard me because it wasn’t much longer before they broke apart.

I watched Clara twirl a piece of her hair, and it instantly reminded me of Meredith.

She’d do the same thing when she was nervous or trying to process something.

Clara was doing it to distract the leader, and it seemed to work.

She turned to open the car door, shoving her ass into his dick.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him as she rummaged around in the back seat.

“Fuck,” we all said again.

Clara stood, holding a baby carrier in her hand. She handed it to the leader and went back to twirling a piece of her hair. He said something to her and walked away as she held out her hand. Clara followed him, punching him square in the back with her fist.

“Is she looking to die?”

I didn’t know, nor did I care.

He reversed and backed her against the car door.

Setting the carrier down, he reached behind him, removing a stack of papers from the back of his jeans.

Every time he went to hand her the papers, she would swipe at them, but he would quickly withdraw.

It was a game to them, and eventually, she rubbed her tits against his chest, grabbing them for herself.

The leader smacked her ass one last time before she sat in the driver’s seat.

Reversing, she turned the car around, and the lights disappeared.

Clara had just traded her baby for a fresh identity. She was going to run, never looking back.

“That’s my baby,” I said, instantly.

“Grizz,” Sabre snapped at me.

“No. He’s going to die, and I’m taking the baby.

It’s not up for discussion.” I was serious.

As soon as the leader had touched the handle of the car seat, my protective instincts flared.

The baby was coming home with me, and when we settled at the condo, I’d call Meredith.

I didn’t stop to think she’d say no. In fact, it wasn’t even on my radar.

I’d just made us parents with no concern for how my wife would feel.

We’d both said if it happened, it happened. It was happening.

The leader watched as Clara disappeared, eventually picking up the carrier and turning to head towards the side door.

“There are no cameras out here,” Cyph reminded.

“If we move, they’re going to hear us,” Zook said.

“What if one of us runs and knocks on the window? They come out through the door, and we take ’em,” Slate strategized.

“Dude, no wonder you’re retired.”

The overhead garage door opened. A forklift appeared, rolling out a shrink-wrapped pallet. It made several trips, each time dumping another pallet on the drive. By the time they’d lined up the night’s inventory, they’d given us an obstacle course to hide behind.

Sabre was the first to move. The Larkspur kept him hidden as he scrambled between the flowers. Reaching the middle set of pallets, he flattened himself against the back, waving for us to move.

The overhead garage door was still open, so we had a clear view of what we were walking into.

They had literally unloaded all of their product onto the drive.

If our plans had been to blow up the cargo, they had just given us a prime opportunity.

The only problem with that was Sabre had sold it to Krait.

For such an important night, it didn’t seem like they had enough personnel.

There were only eight of them. The leader had set the baby carrier on a desk, but he wasn’t paying it any attention.

He’d walked up to one man, said something, and then hit him in the side of the head before moving on to the next.

I recognized the two other men who’d been in the holding cell with us, but the other five were a mystery.

“They’re not the brightest bulbs, are they?” How said. “From where I’m at, I can see all of them. The leader is pacing, stopping every so often to rant. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but he’s waving his arms around.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Op asked. We were close enough to ending this that Sabre would take a step back and let the brothers with military experience take over. They were used to running missions like this, and our planning would only go so far.

“There are two playing with the shipment of guns that are still in the barn,” Zook popped up. “They keep opening the lid to the crate, looking around to see if anyone else is noticing.”

“There’s two along the opposite wall, just leaning against it. They’re watching the barn from their spots, smoking cigs,” How chimed in.

“There must be a bathroom in the back. One was undoing his belt as he headed that way.”

“Please, let me be the one to get the guy from the bathroom,” Pretty begged.

“You just want to use some cheesy pickup line,” Op commented. “That’s five, so where are the other three?”

“Hang on, one’s coming this way.”

I wasn’t sure where Wreck was in this maze, but we all went silent. There were sounds of a scuffle coming from nearby. A low-pitched whine sounded, and I couldn’t distinguish if it had come from my helmet or somewhere near me.

“Wreck?” Sabre asked. “Check in.”

There was another whine, but this one was lower.

“Hey, asshole, this isn’t funny,” Pretty said, anger masking the fear underneath.

“One incapacitated.” I waited for Wreck to say more, but he didn’t.

“Okay, so that’s seven left. If we shoot, they’re going to come running. Do we want to do that, Prez?” Op turned the command back over to Sabre.

“Can we take out the four we know of? I’m not worried about the guy in the shitter, but that will leave the leader and one other. We don’t know where they are.” Sabre’s voice rang through my helmet.

“How, I’ll come to you. We’ll take out the two along the wall.

Grease, you head to Zook. Take out the two near the guns.

We don’t have silencers, so it might flush out the other two.

Shitter dude won’t be able to pull up his pants quick enough.

” Op dished out assignments. “I wish Dead was here. Brother is quick on the draw.”

There was shuffling as brothers got in position.

“I’m running in, looking for the leader,” I said, wanting to put an end to this once and for all.

“Slate, you’re on baby patrol. Grizz, I’m coming with you,” Sabre ordered.

“Yeah, Prez. Getting old sucks donkey balls.” Sabre had given Slate the easiest assignment.

“You have a family, fucker. There are going to be bullets flying, and no guarantee either of us makes it out alive.” I was running on adrenaline, and this was a suicide mission.

“I’m coming with you. Everyone in position?” Sabre asked.

There was a chorus of yeses.

Op started the countdown.

One.

Two.

They didn’t wait for three as shots rang out.

I trusted the brothers. Removing my helmet, I pulled the gun from my waistband and ran into the barn.

Boot sounds clamored against the pavement behind me as more shots rang out.

I stood towards the back of the barn, but I didn’t see the leader.

He was the only one I was concerned about.

Sabre walked up next to me, knocking into my shoulder to get my attention. He pointed to a stairwell at the back of the barn. “Loft?” I mouthed to him, but he shrugged.

I went first, pointing my gun in front of me. I was prepared to shoot, but I’d rather kill him with my bare hands. Bullets were the easy way out, and this fucker deserved to feel the agony.

Taking each step, I silently made my way up.

Sabre was close on my heels. At the top of the stairs, I stopped, crouching.

No wonder the last two men hadn’t come running with the gunshots.

They were busy. Fucking. In the loft. I stopped at the stop of the stairs, pointing my gun at them.

Sabre stood next to me, gun drawn, but they were so lost in each other, they didn’t even know we were there.

I held my finger up to my lips, silently moving until I was standing right behind the leader.

He had a minion pinned to the wall with his chest. No one saw me coming.

“No wonder you weren’t interested in Clara,” I said, racking the slide of my gun, holding it to the back of his head.

“Only a coward shoots a man from behind,” he sneered at me.

“Trust me, I’ve been thinking about revenge for a few weeks now. Beating you to a bloody pulp. Slicing your throat. Bathing in your blood, while I fuck my wife–that one will never happen, but it’s a nice thought. Now, a bullet sounds about right. I’m not touching you when your dick is up his ass.”

The bottom groaned.

“I’m not watching you finish. Where’s the client list?” I put more pressure on the gun so that he’d feel it at the back of his head.

“Fuck you, motherfucker.”

“Wrong answer,” Sabre said, shooting the bottom in the side of the head. He slumped against the wall. Dead.

“Where’s the client list?” I asked again. “Just think, you’ll die with your dick in some ass. Can’t be a bad way to go.”

“Fuck you.”

“I brought my knife. Do you want me to cut his dick off, Grizz?” Pretty came running up the stairs. He took one look at the leader and busted up laughing. “Oh, fuck. No one wants to die with their dick hanging out of an ass.”

It was instinctual. “Wreck feel the same way?” I asked.

“Buried is the better way to go.” Pretty didn’t miss a beat.

“Where’s the client list?” Sabre asked the leader again, but when he didn’t answer, Pretty made a show of flipping his knife out, running it underneath his fingernails, and just being an overall nuisance. It worked. The thought of being dickless made the leader talk.

“There’s a tablet installed into the wall between the overhead and the side door. Even if you pass the first security check, you won’t be able to open it.”

“That’s why Krait needed Cyph,” Sabre mused, walking towards the stairs. “None of us would know how to do that.”

“You’re no longer useful, and I’m no longer interested in prolonging this.” I pulled the trigger.

Revenge was a dish best served cold.