Lily reached up, kissing Viper on his cheek. “Thank you,” she said before moving away.
Shade became even more pissed at her. First, she had talked to the other club, showing them her gratitude. Hell, he was the one who had beaten the hell out of Gaige. Now she was fucking kissing Viper for something he shouldn’t have agreed to. He had been chasing after her for three fucking years, making an ass in front of the brothers numerous times, and she had fucking kissed Viper before him?
“Let’s go home.” Razer’s voice was amused as he guided the women toward their home.
As soon as Lily’s back was turned, Shade punched Viper in the stomach.
“Shade!” Winter grabbed her husband’s arm when he would have punched Shade back.
“I just wanted to show him my gratitude for letting Lily kiss him.”
“She was just being sweet, thanking him for—”
“Don’t care,” Shade snarled. “It should have been mine. If any other brothers decide to let her show them her gratitude, I’ll show them my foot up their ass.”
* * *
Shade watched the two men through his sights as they fueled their bikes. He debated firing a bullet in Joker’s gas tank when he placed the nozzle in. He had the ability to make the shot from his custom-made Barrett rifle. It had been built to his specifications—with a range longer than any known rifle and a certain weight so it could be broken down in seconds. Shade knew the feel of every inch and could take the rifle apart in the dark as easily as in the sunlight.#p#分页标题#e#
He waited patiently for Joker and Dale to get back on their bikes. As much as he wanted to see them consumed in burning flames, he didn’t want to endanger anyone inside the gas station. Besides, he never deviated from a plan once it had been made.
Shade had made it a point to find out about everything and everyone connected to the two.
Crazy Bitch had spent several hours giving him all the information she had on Dale. She hadn’t paid much attention when she had mentioned Dale’s cousin, but Shade had. He had contacted Jake, Dale’s cousin, offering him more money than he would make in ten years strip mining to call him if Dale got in touch with him. And Jake had called yesterday.
Shade had already scouted out the area, his experience telling him it was the most logical place for the men to hide. When Jake had called, Shade had been ready, taking out his duffle bag from the place where he kept it hidden. Then he had ridden to his chosen spot to lay in wait, knowing it was the perfect place for them to refuel on their way. With his bike parked three miles away, he would jog there through the woods and eliminate all traces of his presence before leaving.
The two bikers who had almost caused Lily’s death while trying to rob Sex Piston’s shop rode back onto the curvy, mountainous road, and Shade’s finger tightened on the trigger as Dale went around the sharp curve. He heard the bike spin out as the front tire exploded, sending Dale’s bike spinning. His scream could be heard from where Shade was lying. Shade was an expert rider; he had known exactly how the bike and rider would react. It was unrecoverable. The bike hit the guardrail, and Dale went flying over the mountain’s edge.
Shade didn’t watch; he was changing the direction of his scope, pinpointing Joker’s motorcycle. Again, with the slightest movement, a bullet left his rifle, hitting the targeted front wheel and causing it to explode. Joker didn’t scream; he didn’t have time. He was a better rider, but even he couldn’t save himself. He died like Dale—flung from his motorcycle over the mountainside. The two bikes lay crumbled in a heap by the guardrail.
Shade sat up, tearing down his rifle then placing it carefully into his canvas bag. Standing, he placed the straps on his shoulder, his boots going to where he had been lying, stirring the leaves and twigs together before he tossed several rocks around. Even if someone guessed a sniper had taken them out, they wouldn’t look that far away. No one could make a kill shot from that distance. Except him.
* * *
“Lily.”
For the first time since she had begun eating lunch with him, she didn’t have a mutinous expression on her face when she entered his office.
Shade closed the door after she entered, going to sit at the chair beside his desk where he handed her the chicken salad.
“Thanks, Shade.”
“You look tired today,” Lily probed at his silence.
“Late night.”
He had driven to Ohio so he could be seen there then had driven back during the early morning to be there when the factory opened. His ass was killing him from riding that many hours on the bike.