“I’m going to kill Viper for touching my woman. No one does that shit without a payback,” Hawk seethed.
“Do we want to start a war over a bitch?” asked Axe.
Hawk had to hold himself steady, because he wanted to leap out of his chair, pounce on Axe, and beat the shit out of him for being so stupid and disrespectful.
“It’s not just about Hawk’s woman—it’s also about us. There’s evidence these motherfuckers were framing us for all kinds of shit, including the murders of those women. That can’t fuckin’ be ignored,” Jax said, pounding the table with his fists.
“They also sent in a woman to Dream House. She was one of the strippers, but she was stealing from us and giving the money to the Nomads. I found out she’s one of the motherfucker’s old lady,” Hawk said.
“I made sure she’d never steal again, the fuckin’ whore. Those assholes have crossed the line!” Jax fumed.
The members murmured their agreement. Banger said, “Those motherfuckers messed with us—game on. We’ll stomp their fuckin’ brains out, no hesitation, not a fuckin’ blink of an eye. We will fuck them up. Let’s bring it to all the members tomorrow evening. We’ll call an emergency church. If everyone agrees, then we’re gonna take care of business.”
“Yeah, we’ll show those assholes not to fuck with Insurgents,” Jax cried out.
The rest of the members were chanting, “Insurgents forever! Forever Insurgents!”
Hawk’s chest swelled with pride. This was his family, and they’d do anything for each other. They were Insurgents three hundred sixty-five days a year, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. They didn’t let anyone fuck with them, and they always had each other’s back. He’d make sure to tell Viper he’d fucked around with the wrong club as he stomped on the fucker’s balls.
Chapter Twenty-One
The motorcycles started arriving around three o’clock that afternoon. The old ladies were busy in the kitchen making mountains of baby back ribs, boiled corn, coleslaw, and mashed potatoes, knowing the members would be hungry after riding from various parts of the state. The chapters came from Cortez, Niwot, Fruita, Erie, and Silverton. There was a buzz of excitement in the air, and the brothers were ready to get crazy.
Cara watched out the window in Hawk’s room as the members began turning into the compound in droves. The leather-clad men were black ink streaks on their Harleys, and in the afternoon sun, the motorcycles’ chrome shone like the gleam of a sword. The engines’ rumble made the window vibrate. Cara had never seen anything like it.
Hawk came into the room and walked toward Cara. Putting his arms around her, he drew her against him, nuzzled her ear, and said, “Are you feeling the fever in the air?”
“Yeah, I am. I’ve never seen this many motorcycles, or men in leather, in my life.”
“Wait ’til you go to a rally, like Sturgis. It’s fuckin’ awesome.” He licked her earlobe.
“Are women invited to the party? I don’t see any women, only men on their Harleys.”
“Old ladies don’t come to these parties. They’re making the food, but they’ll leave after everything is prepared. The women who come to these parties are lookin’ for a good time: booze, fucking, drugs. That’s the way the brothers like it.”
“Is that what you like?”
“I did. I’m not gonna lie to you, baby, I loved goin’ to club parties. I fucked and drank hard for years. I don’t drink as much as I used to, and I don’t want to fuck anyone but you.” He kissed her neck. “Why would I go lookin’ for pussy when I’ve got the sweetest one of all?”
Cara smiled, but she couldn’t help but wonder if any of the women Hawk had been with would be at the party that night. Of course, she wanted to ask him, but she didn’t want to sound like a jealous shrew. She knew he had a past, and she knew the reputation of bikers, so she couldn’t be surprised he had been with so many women. Even knowing all that, she still felt a stab of jealousy. How could she compete with these crazy, wild women who threw caution to the wind and embraced life with abandonment? Were they better at pleasing Hawk than she was? I’m being dumb. Hawk is with me. He could be with any of these women tonight, but he’s with me. I have to quit obsessing about his past sexual life.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” he asked as he squeezed her.
“That I’m hungry.”
He laughed. “Food will be ready at six o’clock. I’ll come up and get you.”