Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Now they needed to get their message delivered to the other MC’s president and get the fuck out of there.
Once Stone’s own cigarette was lit, he glanced over to his parked sled to find it surrounded by the ol’ ladies. Were they giving Taryn shit or supporting her? It could go either way with them, since some of them could be pretty fucking catty.
He ground his teeth. None of them better say a goddamn bad word to her. Not a fucking one.
Even from where he stood he could see her face was white and her eyes wider than normal as she watched what was going on. Luckily, she couldn’t get a clear view.
Fuck.
He turned back. “Let’s wrap this shit up. Someone grab one of their cell phones. Then drag the fuckers into the woods where the other one is and tie ‘em up. Use their own belts if you gotta.”
Patch broke free from the group and offered a bloody cell phone to Ransom, who stared at it. “Couldn’t wipe it the fuck off first?”
“With what? Everything’s now bloody on them. Also had to use the asshole’s finger to unlock it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” the prez grumbled, carefully taking the phone. He began scrolling through it. “Anyone know the name of their fuckin’ prez?”
The crowd parted again and Torch pointed to the Twisted Soul crumpled in a heap at his bloody boot. “Ask this stupid motherfucker. Pretty sure his jaw’s still workin’. For now, anyway.” Torch leaned over and asked, “Who’s in charge of you stupid fucks?”
All Stone heard was a gurgled answer.
Ransom squinted at Torch. “What the fuck did he say?”
“Think he said Pit Bull. That right?” Torch asked Zero.
Or, who Stone thought was Zero. Without their cuts and with the way their faces were mangled, it was now hard to tell them apart.
Fuckin’ shame.
When Torch didn’t get an answer, he kicked the Souls’ member so hard the guy’s head flopped back.
He was knocked the fuck out.
Ransom continued to scroll as he mumbled, “Gonna send a message to this Pit Bull on where to find them. Along with a warnin’.”
“That won’t be the only warnin’. Got one of my own,” Stone told him.
“Found Pit Bull. Hopefully he’s their fuckin’ prez.” In the middle of typing a text, Ransom announced, “Drag those fuckers into the woods and make sure you got them secured. Don’t want them wakin’ up and runnin’ around, squawkin’ like a fuckin’ chicken with their fuckin’ head cut off. That’ll draw attention.”
It certainly would. But it would at least be entertaining. However, the Kings would be long gone before those fuckers woke up from their naps. Though, one of them wasn’t going to be waking up at all.
Stone sucked on this teeth. Again, a fuckin’ shame.
Ransom finished with, “Soon as that’s done, get ready to mount up so we can get the fuck outta here.”
Stone followed his brothers dragging the bodies into the woods and once they were left in a circle in the dead leaves and dirt, he slipped his knife from its sheath.
Bones stepped next to him. “What message you leavin’?”
“What d’you think?”
Bones gave him a toothy grin.
Stone quickly carved the message he wanted delivered to their president. Hell, to every damn Twisted Souls member.
He divided up the message between the four bikers. When he was done, he stepped back and took in his damn fine handiwork.
Blood now covered their faces and the skin was separated enough Stone swore he could see bone…but it was one way to make sure the message was clear. Each forehead held a part of the message:
NOBODY
FUCKS
WITH
THE KINGS
Stone had no clue if they were even still breathing. Didn’t matter. Their own club could check on them when they came to collect them.
Ransom joined them and gave Stone a nod of approval at what he saw.
“What’d you say?”
Ransom handed him the cell phone and Stone read the text message.
Some of your Souls got lost. Don’t worry, we found them. You can find them in the woods west of Trevorton. Got the next 6 hours. Any of you fuckers caught in Kings territory after that time limit, gonna suffer the same fate.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here!” Ransom glanced around. “You know what to do next!”
They all throw their heads back and, with fists raised, yelled, “Nobody fucks with the Kings!”
Boots stomping, chest beating, and ear-splitting hoots filled the air.
It was enough to give Stone a damn chill.
It definitely made him smile.
The smile quickly died as he headed back to his sled and a waiting Taryn.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Three fucking days.
For three fucking days Taryn gave him the silent treatment.
Not only that, her kid was back to sharing Stone’s bed. Without Stone in it. He was back to sleeping on the goddamn couch.
It could’ve been worse. She could’ve taken Baby Bird and bolted, leaving him scrambling to find someone else to help with Sunny. At least she was keeping her end of the bargain. As much as she probably didn’t want to.