I didn’t stop to ask what the hell they were doing.
I didn’t give them a chance to explain.
All I knew was that they didn’t belong there.
Now I wasn’t quite unarmed, and I reached under to where there was a secret, hidden compartment. And I pulled out a knife.
Some dickhead tried to play chicken with me, but I gunned it right for him. He could play chicken with my taint because I wasn’t backing down.
At the last minute, he swerved and I slashed out with my knife, cutting a sweet little line right across his throat just as my ol lady cut the truck sideways, knocking two of the men off their bikes as Mac swung out the passenger side.
Pitching sideways, I drove another dickhead off the road.
Then I spun my bike and hopped off, dragging two of these assholes from their seats and slamming their heads repeatedly on the hard concrete.
There was a strong smell of munitions in the air as Fizz came out the back and swung a wrench at the head of one of the last remaining bikers.
“Eat concrete, fucker!”
I realized the two bodies in my arms were limp and and boneless and I tossed them aside in disgust.
Walking around the fallen bikes, I slammed my boot into one live body, ripping off his cut to check for patches.
But this didn’t look like an MC. Just some wannabes.
“What the hell happened? Call Vladdy,” I gritted out, “Get him down here to clean this mess up.”
I put my bloody hands on the truck door and Polly popped out.
It was an unseasonably warm day, and her soft gray shirt was falling off her shoulder, her curly hair tied up in a little clip, and I was desperate for her to forgive me so I could gather her up in delicious handfuls, so relieved to see hersafe.
“Hello, Abraham,” she said with her sweet smile. “Just to let you know—we have your brother bound and gagged in the bed of the truck.”
CHAPTER 23
Abraham
Iopened the hatch, and there was my brother, a big purple knot on his forehead, trussed up like a spring chicken.
He began to whimper when he saw me, shake his head back and forth.
As if I was going to listen to any of his pathetic excuses.
It didn’t matter what they were.
I grabbed him and dragged him out of the truck by his belt, to make sure he got a face full of gravel.
There was one guy left trying to stagger upright.
“Want to take my property? Want a piece of Legends MC? Come and get it.”
He turned and vomited into the bushes, then started crawling away as fast as he could.
Mac went to go after him but I put a hand up.
“No, leave him. Let’s make sure he tells any of his little bitch friends what happens when he tries to take on Legends.”
“Where’s your backup?” I taunted as I tied Grease to the truck hitch.