Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 (13 page)

Chapter 31

Creed

Heading into this building, I don’t really give a shit about the
Dusts’ at the moment. I’m worried about Jada, and I think Tank
may be right. My head is messed up. I’m not right, and I need to
figure this out.

“Looks like a fuckin’ crack house.” Stepping over litter and
broken bottles, I look over at Tank as he chuckles.

 

“That’s what it seems like.” We keep walking but this shit is
nasty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such filth in my life.

Moving from room to room, it’s all the same. Litter and bottles,
that’s all you see around here.
“What do you think they are usin’ this for?” Tank stops walking
when I speak. His eyes are tracking something. I know how he
gets when he thinks, or sees something that’s off.

I don’t speak, I just follow behind him.

 

“Look. Right there.” Stepping up next to him, I follow his finger. I
focus on the area he’s pointing at when I see it.

“Trip wires. Son of a bitch.” My heart slams in my chest while
my hands clench at my sides. They are up to something, and I
don’t like not knowing what it is.

“Somethins’ back there.” Looking over at Tank, I know the
asshole is about to go back there and find out. Whatever I say
doesn’t matter at this point.

“How are we gettin’ past those?” Pointing at the wires, he
smiles. Sneaky bastard.

I follow Tank as we cautiously make our way toward the back
room. Standing there, I watch as my best friend follows the wire
back to its origins.
“Watch that shit up top Creed.” Nodding my head, I look up to
see two shotguns ready to fire as soon as those wires are
tripped. Shaking my head, I wonder what the hell is back there
that they have this shit set up like that.

Just as Tank snips the wires, I hear someone coming in.
“Shit! Tank.” Nodding toward the entrance I twirl my finger in
the air, letting him know we need to roll out, but he shakes his
head.

Damn him!

Glancing around for something to hide behind, I crouch behind a
table that’s been flipped over. Tank moves closer to the door
before plastering himself against the wall.

Shit could go a few ways here if there is more than one guy
coming in here.

 

Taking a deep breath, I wait for it.

Seconds tick by like the longest minutes of my life before a man
walks in carrying a food bag. I swallow hard as Tank heads
toward him.

“Nice to see.” His growl rips through the room before I stand
with gun drawn. Aimed right at the door, I look at the guy. He’s
actually not a guy at all. He’s a prospect, not very old either.

Tank has the kid around the neck before he drops his bag to the
floor. Something flashes in his eyes, fear. He’s scared shitless.
Lowering my gun, Tank looks at me confused.

“What the hell are you doin’ here kid?” Making my way closer to
the two of them, I can sense the fear inside of him. It practically
hits me in the face.
“I was told to watch the warehouse. I wasn’t supposed to leave.
FUCK!” Tears pour from the little fuckers eyes as snot leaks over
his lips. Sad to see such a young kid sucked into this shit.

“How old are you?” Looking at Tank, he loosens his grip on the
kid.

 

“I just turned seventeen.” He stutters his way through those few
words when I shake my head. Damn, he is just a kid.

“What are they usin’ a kid like you in their warehouse for?” Tank
releases his arm completely before crossing his arms over his
chest. Shit, if that big motherfucker doesn’t scare the shit out of
him, nothing will.

“I’m dispensable.” Dropping my head, he cries harder. Kid’s
shouldn’t be in this shit.

“Pick your bag up kid. What’s your name?” He looks around like
he’s afraid to answer, but when Tank twitches the boy nearly
pisses his own pants.

“Johnny.” He squeals out before he grabs his bag off the floor.

 

“Do you know what you’re guardin’?” Johnny looks up at Tank
shaking his head.

 

“No. I was just told to shoot to kill.” His hands shake before I
turn and head toward the back room.

Tank follows behind me with Johnny in front of him.
“Take a seat.” Once we walk into the room, Tank directs the kid
to a chair against the wall where he gladly goes.

Pulling the lid off one of the many crates that are back here, I
gasp. Sucking in a rough breath, this is bad.

 

Chapter 32

 

Ryker

“You bunch of pansy ass bitches!” Spitting on the ground
outside the clubhouse, I look at these kids. That’s all they are. A
bunch of little fucking girls disguised as men.

“Fuck off Ryker!” Torch gets pissed but he knows he can’t fight
me. None of these motherfuckers have shit on me in a fist fight.

“Oh come on, Torch. I took on half your team brother. Give me
somethin’ I can work with here.” Wiping the blood from my lip, I
look around at the small crowd.

A few of the Nomads and a few of Griff’s boys came over to
hang out, and get in some hand to hand combat action. “Let me
in this shit.” Jack, one of the Nomads steps up. Now he’s a big
motherfucker. He’s about 290 pounds of muscle. I don’t care
though; I can take his ass.
“You big jolly green giant lookin’ asshole. You think
you
can take
me
?” Now, I know I’m not as big as the other guys, but my
fighting skills are superior to theirs.

Rob stands in the middle as acting referee while I bounce
around getting ready.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jersey’s voice booms behind me
before we all turn to look at her. Standing there looking sexy as
fuck isn’t going to help my strategy here.

“Workin’ out darlin’.” Jersey shakes her head before taking a
few steps closer, her eyes never leaving mine. That sexy as fuck
grin across her lips does little to help either.

“I can work you out better than he can.” Nodding toward Jack, I
laugh. She has a good point there. Bella walks out of the door
behind her with wide eyes.

“Oh shit! Are you guys fighting? I’m in. $50 on Ryker.” Bella
drags money out of her pocket before tossing it onto the table.

 

“I got you on that one. Mine’s on Jack.” Jack’s old lady throws
her cash down as I rub my hands together.

“Now we got a fight goin’ on.” Turning my attention back to
Jack, he looks a little nervous. Yeah, I would be too, if I was
about to get my ass beat in front of my girl.
“Don’t take it so hard Black Jack. I’ll go easy on you.” The
sinister laugh that escapes my throat should scare the hell out
of him. Hell, it would me.

“Easy my
ass
. I got you motherfucker.” Pointing at me, I smile.
Yeah, we’ll see about that.

I turn into a devil when I fight. I break bones, I give no mercy.
Blood is all I want. I want to see the motherfucker bleed at my
hands. Call it demonic, or crazy. That’s all me.

When I was younger I’d be pushed to my limits. I wanted to die,
but once I learned how to fight, I became what people feared. I
was the devil himself and I own that shit.

“Let’s do it.” Clapping my hands together, we get into position.
My hands are clenched into fists as I ready myself for the
monster that comes at me.

Fists are flying, blood is shed. Bones crack and lips get split. I’m
running on pure adrenaline here. It courses through me like the
blood in my veins. I can feel it rising to the surface.

“Jesus, Ryker!” I can hear Jersey’s voice off to the side yelling at
me. A slight grin tugs at my lips before I move in on Jack. He
doesn’t know what’s about to come down on him.

My right fist connects with his eye before the crack can be
heard. Jack falls to the ground with his hands over his face. Rob
calls our little fight just as I see Tank and Creed pulling up.
They kill their bikes before walking toward us. Their faces are
haunted, and I know this is going to be bad news.

“Havin’ fun?” Tank nods at Jack as he pulls himself up off the
ground.

 

“
I was
. What’s wrong?” Looking between the two of them, I
shake my head.

 

“Church in twenty. Get cleaned up.” Without another word, I
nod before heading over to Jersey.

 

“You won that bet, yeah?” Grabbing the towel and wiping my
face, she smiles.

 

“I did”. I knew my man was a winner. Kissing her quickly, I dry
my chest.

 

“Got church. After that I’m fuckin’ you all crazy.”

 

Without another word, I head inside to clean up.
Chapter 33

 

Tank

“So, shit at the old warehouse wasn’t what we expected.
There’s enough C4 in that motherfucker to blow half the city.”
Creed looks around at all of us. My gaze tends to stay on Ryker
though. I know that out of all of us here, that motherfucker is
the most ruthless one of all.

“We blow it or score it?” Speak of the fucking devil and he
answers.

 

Creed’s eyes move to Ryker’s before he speaks again.

“Well, that’s what we don’t know. If we blow it, that brings a
shit storm on this city. One that we might not be ready to
handle. Feds, local police.” Creed shakes his head before I look
back over at him.
“But if we go back in for it, they won’t know which club has it.
We can’t go flashin’ that shit around or lettin’ it be known that
it’s here.” Creed nods his agreeance before Ryker stands. Damn,
why does he have to be so goddamn evil?

“Fuck that shit. We use that shit to blow them the fuck up! We
kill those motherfuckers with their own shit.” Half the room
chuckles along, but not the other half. They know just how crazy
Ryker really is.

“Thought about that, too. Heard they were settin’ up a new
clubhouse down off Shady. I thought we could let them get all
nice and settled before we play light the night. I want to watch
when they go in, meetins’, parties; I want to know it all.” Ryker
drops back into his chair with a huge ass grin on his face. Yeah,
he likes that idea.

“We vote on the kid.” Blowing out a breath, I didn’t want to do
this.

 

“What’s that mean? What kid?” Piper looks over at me before I
speak.

“When we were in there, a kid came in. Seventeen. He was told
to watch the shit and shoot on sight. Clearly he didn’t do that.
Now, we know he’s only a prospect, but we still need to vote on
what we do with him.” Ryker grins and I already know his
answer.

“Vote to let him slide, say no. Take him out, I.” Creed starts
around the table with me first. I’m not into killing kids.
“No.” I can’t kill a kid for being in the wrong place at the wrong
time. What kind of father does that make
me
?

The votes go by but I don’t have the heart to listen to the votes.
I heard more I’s than anything and that doesn’t sit right with
me.

“I it is. We take him out.” Creed slams the gavel down before
the guys all stand to leave. Glancing over I see the look on
Ryker’s face. He isn’t sure about this shit either.

“I’ll do what I need to, but this shit doesn’t feel right.” My heart
damn near stops in my chest when Ryker speaks. I never
thought I’d see the day that he didn’t want to kill someone.

“I feel you on this one. The kid’s not a threat.” Ryker turns to
look at me with question in his eyes.

 

“You know that? For a fact?” Ryker asks me before I nod.

“Fuckin’ damn near pissed himself when he saw us. There’s no
way in fuck he would turn down a couple thousand to get the
hell out of town. He was scared Ryker, a real fear.” Ryker nods
his head. The look on his face, void. He’s lost in himself. An
internal debate that he and only he has to come to terms with.

Ryker doesn’t say anything else before he walks toward the bar.
He grabs a beer and heads toward the back. No other words are
needed. If he’s going to take out that kid, he needs to make it
right in his head.
“You think this shit’s goin’ to play out brother?” Torch slaps a
hand on my shoulder before Piper comes to stand in front of us.

“No way to tell. That place was wired up. One false move and
that shit would blow a fuckin’ hole in the universe.” Piper nods
before he asks the same question we already discussed.