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"Steel's asked for our help down south. Seems that punk club, the Skull Crushers, is infringing on their turf. Since the Night Rebels are our affiliates, we gotta help ‘em. Anyway, I don't like the punk shits for nothing." Banger jutted out his chin.
"They don't think we're in with the Night Rebels, otherwise they'd leave it alone. I heard their fuckin' prez ‘bout died when he got the care package we sent them." Throttle laughed.
"Heard one of the fuckers we eliminated was the prez's brother. Guess he wants to join him." Chas narrowed his eyes. "I can't stand these wannabe outlaws who don't know shit about what the brotherhood means."
"Me neither," echoed Jax. "What are we gonna do?"
Banger narrowed his eyes. "Also, the word's out that the sonsofbitches are wearing a ‘Colorado' bottom rocker."
The membership exploded. The bottom rocker always stated the location of the territory belonging to an outlaw club, and Colorado was Insurgents territory; it had been since 1976 when the MC staked its claim. The importance of it was that no other club could use the state on its bottom rocker-no exceptions. The Skull Crushers, either through ignorance, sheer stupidity, or arrogance, had violated that rule. When an offending club wore the bottom rocker, they were asking for a violent confrontation. The Insurgents were more than ready and willing to defend their territory.
"Fuck that!" many members yelled, their fists pounding walls, tables, and chairs. Several members threw their chairs against the concrete walls, splintering the wood frames. For an MC to even consider wearing a bottom rocker claiming the Insurgents territory was an offense that called for immediate, violent punishment.
Hawk held up his hands. "A few days ago, several of these fuckers forced an Insurgent in northern Colorado off the road and beat him with chains, hammers, and pipes, and then they stole his bike. We can't let that shit go unpunished."
"When the fuck we gonna straighten these fuckers out?" Jax asked, the vein in his neck throbbing. "We should leave after church."
"I say we annihilate ‘em. There's no mercy for fuckers who pull that shit." Rags stood tall, his shoulders straight. "No way is that gonna be tolerated."
"Steel thinks they got the support of the Demon Riders, which means indirect support from the Deadly Demons." Hawk crossed his arms.
"I know I keep saying it every time the bastards' club comes up, but we shoulda fuckin' killed Dustin and Shack when we were in Nebraska," Chas said.
"You're right, and we've had nothin' but fuckin' problems with them and the renegade Insurgents who followed those two to the Demon Riders. Fuck, we never had troubles with the club before. They stayed in Iowa and we stayed in Colorado. Now there's all kinds of shit going down. I wouldn't be surprised if these Skull Crusher assholes were put together by the Demon Riders. They just popped up after Dustin and Shack patched in with ‘em. We gotta show them we don't take shit from nobody." Banger pounded his fist on the table.
"Banger and I talked some, and the best way to handle this is for a group of us to go down to Alina and pay them a surprise visit. We'll beat their asses good, rip off their patches, and burn them. Then-"
"We need to blow their clubhouse to hell and back, and not give a fuck if one or all of them dies. They can't mess with the Insurgents." Throttle's nostrils flared as his face heated.
"As much as I agree with Throttle, we can't kill any of the fuckers. Maiming is okay, but killing will bring the fuckin' badges breathing down our backs. With the shit we got going in Denver, we can't risk any more attention. We gotta make sure we beat them good, but keep them breathing."
"When do we leave?" Throttle asked as he cracked his knuckles.
"I want to send about ten of our brothers: Hawk, Throttle, Jax, Axe, Jerry, Bear, Bones, Ace, Tigger, and Hoss. Steel and his brothers will also be helping out on this mission. You'll be leaving in about an hour or two. I'll leave the particulars of the attack to Hawk and Jax, who'll be coordinating with Steel. Any questions?"
With his boot, Throttle pushed away from the wall. "Can the club spare one of the prospects to watch out for my woman?" The members sniggered. "I don't feel comfortable leaving her unprotected since it seems like someone's targeted her."
Banger scrubbed his face and tugged his beard. "I didn't know you had a woman."
Some of the guys yelled, "A woman who can fix his Harley." Then a group of them made sucking noises. Throttle clenched his jaw and stared at his president.
Banger narrowed his eyes. "Is this the woman you made all the fuss about at Hawk's shop?" Throttle grumbled his assent. "I can have one of the prospects watch her until you get back, but tell her you're doing that. I don't want her calling the badges on him. Anymore questions?" The membership stayed silent. "Church adjourned." The gavel echoed in the quiet room. The brothers slowly stood from their chairs and filed out of the room.
Throttle took the stairs two at a time and rushed into his room. He threw a few necessities in a small bag and dashed down the stairs, bumping in to Hawk. "Sorry, man. When do we leave?"
Hawk glanced at his watch. "It's twelve thirty now. Say two o'clock. Everyone's to meet in the club parking lot."
"Sounds good. I'll be there." He hustled out of the club, placed his bag in his saddlebags, and took off, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
When he pulled into Kimber's driveway, he texted Dawn to let her know he'd be gone for a few days. She didn't ask any questions-after seventeen years of dealing with his outlaw biker ways, she knew he wouldn't answer them. It'd taken him a while to have her understand his world, but she'd finally caught on and it made things a lot easier and smoother.
He rang the doorbell and in a few seconds, the door flew open and Kimber burst through the screen door, falling into his arms and peppering his face with kisses. "You're here. I didn't expect you in the middle of the day. What a great surprise. I was just getting ready to go to the grocery store."
"Babe,"-he turned her face to his and placed his nose on hers-"I gotta take a raincheck on that dinner. I'm gonna be gone for a few days on club business." His heart lurched when he saw her face morph from extreme bliss to sadness. Her small pout was damn cute, and he caught it with his mouth and kissed her deeply.
"Is the club business dangerous?"
The hitch in her voice surprised him. He pressed her closer to him. "No, babe. You smell amazing, and the way you feel in my arms is making me fucking horny." Her small laugh landed right on his dick. "I got a little bit of time. I want to taste you so I have you on my lips when I leave."
She squeezed him and traced circles on his back with her fingertips. Burying her face in his chest, she murmured, "I don't want you to go."
He kissed her head. "I know, babe, but I'll be back before you know it. And one of the prospects is gonna keep an eye on you while I'm gone. I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't know who it'll be, but you'll know him by his cut." She nodded, her head still snug against him. The way she clung to him made him feel warm inside. She was acting different, but he couldn't quite pinpoint why. "Babe? You gonna give me something sweet before I leave?" He tilted her chin up, then kissed her softly on her lips.
She nodded. "Just promise me you'll come home safe, okay?"
"Okay." He kissed her again, that time more urgently and much wetter. Taking her hand, he entered the house, kicking the door closed behind him. He slowly stripped off her clothes and laid her naked body on the bed, his gaze raking over her ripeness. Her nipples were hard, her desire for him making them that way; it grabbed his dick hard. Very hard.
He quickly shrugged off his boots and clothes and slid next to her. With his finger, he traced a trail from her forehead down to her feet, blowing lightly. Tiny bumps appeared on her skin as he felt her shiver under his touch. "You are so beautiful," he said softly.
He bent his head down and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth, twisting and plunging deep. She hooked her arms around his neck and returned the kiss as he swallowed her small moans. Then he nipped, licked, and kissed his way to her tits, where he massaged and played with them as he sucked deeply on her hard nipples. She writhed underneath him, moaning, "Oh, Throttle." Hearing her say his name fueled his desire.