A smile widened her lips. “Okay.” Her hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding down his zipper. Then her mouth slid down the expanse of skin she had exposed as she pulled his cock out.
“Raise your skirt so I can see your ass,” Shade ordered.
She wiggled her hips as she raised her skirt, not lifting her mouth from him as she exposed her ass with the tiny red thong.
Shade heard her gasp as his cock hardened even further. The hand still in her hair pressed her farther down on his surging cock as he lifted his hips.
“Bitch, this is going to be one vote you’ll never forget.”
Chapter 22
“What makes you think Slot and the rest will show up?” Stud, the president of The Blue Horsemen, asked.
“They’ll show.” Shade didn’t shift in his seat as the others did, waiting impatiently for the five bikers to arrive at the wrecker yard just outside of town.
They watched the painfully thin tow truck driver drop a car he had towed in next to the dilapidated garage. For the last ten years, Lyle, the tow truck driver, had hated spending more than ten dollars on anything other than liquor.
An old pick-up drove onto the lot, coming to a stop. Greer climbed out of the truck and was slamming the door when five motorcycles turned into the parking lot.
“Damn.” Stud whistled low. “How the fuck did you figure this out? We’ve been trying to find them for the last three months.” Stud threw two men sitting on their bikes nearby a disgusted look.
Shade merely shook his head, unwilling to give his source away.
The Greer brothers were assholes and wouldn’t give information out on their clients. However, being the one to buy the weed for the club had provided him with an invaluable source: Rachel. Their younger sister who had gone to school with Lily had offered to help when Shade had asked for information on the men who had attacked the women.
“Wait for Greer to leave,” Cash cautioned. “He keeps a rifle in his truck, and if he sees us coming, he’ll pick us off like sitting ducks.”
The men watched as Greer returned to his truck and drove away. Then the bikers remained talking to Lyle until one shoved him hard against the side of the garage.
The clubs started their bikes, riding down the old, paved road on the hillside no one used anymore. The renegade bikers tried to scatter when they saw them coming yet were surrounded, finding their exits blocked.
Viper and Stud rode their bikes to the front of the line.
“Slot, Timber, Marsh,” Stud mockingly greeted his former brothers, not bothering to address the two who had taken off running on foot.
Rider and Train brought one back while Knox dragged another by his leg, after he’d run him down on his bike.
“Hey, Stud, we haven’t seen you in a while. How you been doing?” Slot spoke as the others remained silent.
“I’ve been doing well,” Stud began conversationally, leaning forward on his bike. “You were supposed to give your colors to Pike. Any reason you didn’t?”
“We never saw him, and—”
“You forget where the clubhouse is?”
“No, but figured we wouldn’t be welcome.”#p#分页标题#e#
“You’re right about that,” Stud spoke through gritted teeth. “Since we’re all here, being friendly and shit, I’ll be taking them.” The renegade bikers took off their vests, handing them to a large Blue Horseman.
“You robbed Deaton’s grocery, and he’s a friend of mine.” Fear clouded Slot’s and the other’s faces at Stud’s words. “The Last Riders said you also tried to kidnap and rape two of their women.”
“We didn’t know they were with The Last Riders. Who knew they could have such pretty women?” Slot’s lame joke fell on a humorless crowd of bikers out for revenge.
“You always did think you were funnier than you actually are. Look around; nobody’s laughing, you dumb fuck.”
Slot tried to run when Stud got off his bike yet was held immobile by Crash and Razer.
“I made a deal with The Last Riders that, if they helped us find you, they could keep two, and I could take two. That way, everybody’s happy,” Stud explained.
“But there’s five of us,” Slot whined.
“We decided to share one.”
Once Stud’s fist slammed into Slot’s belly, knocking him to his knees, he pulled his pistol out from behind his back, bringing it down on the side of Slot’s head.
“Stud, remember my half,” Shade reminded him as he got off his bike.
“Which half do you want?”
“The part I bury.”
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