We split up on the crest near the Davis’s ranch, and I headed for the trees with my trusty rifle.
Always before, I would be down there in the midst of my guys, but Davis always slipped away.
This time I was going to pick him off if he tried to get away.
I had men surrounding his place so that there was no escape route open to him.
I wasn’t too worried about his hired muscle; if they got in the way, I’d burn them too, but my fight wasn’t with anyone else but Davis and sheriff Bailey.
When I got the signal that they were in place, the first shot rang out, and there was pandemonium down below.
Men’s voices were raised in surprise, and the sound of feet beating tracks could be heard.
The guys knew they didn’t have to kill anyone unless it was necessary, but we aimed to do as much damage as possible, so they won’t be a next time.
I kept my eye trained through the scope looking for that head of salt and pepper hair that was burnt into my corneas.
While my boys were cleaning up the riffraff, there was finally movement in the Davis house.
My heart picked up speed, and I felt almost light-headed.
It had taken me three years, but it seemed like everything was coming to an end here tonight.
It was almost unbelievable.
After all this time, it seemed almost surreal that it was really about to happen.
My finger was steady on the trigger when I finally saw him make his way out the back door.
Looks like I’d called that one right, fucking coward.
He stopped long enough to check his pockets for something, and that was the last thing he ever did.
I didn’t get the feeling of satisfaction I thought I would when his head exploded at the end of my bullet, nor two minutes later when I stood over his almost headless corpse.
If not for DNA, I would’ve spit on the fuck, but I had something else in mind.
“Where’s Jr.” I looked to Travis for an answer, but he shook his head, fuck. New chapters come out on g.com first.
“Burn it.”
***
BRANDON
***
The party that Law was dead set against was in full swing by the time we made it back.
I went after a beer first thing and avoided the hands that grabbed at me.
Fucking women are always horny, and since I’m damn near exotic in these parts, they’re always on my dick.
It was going to be a long fucking night.
Law was feeling a little raw after finally getting revenge against the fucker that had taken out his family, but the son hadn’t been there, so that meant we were still in it.
I saw a hot new chick off in the corner, but she already had more testosterone on her than flies on shit.
Since we had formed the club, there was more pussy in and out these doors than we knew what to do with.
I’m not sure what it was about bikers and bikes that make women crazy, but I’ve never seen anything like it until now.
I hadn’t seen this one here before, though; I think I would’ve remembered that ass that my eyes kept drifting back to.
Her tits could use some padding, I like my women-built-up top, but that ass was nothing to sneeze at.
She had the room in the palm of her hand nonetheless; all the swinging dicks were in attendance.
When I caught her eye, I smirked at her before looking away.
I wasn’t one for joining the crowd.
“Where’s Law?” Clay came up to my side, and we both took in the festivities.
His two women were at opposite ends of the room, and I wondered what the fuck he’d done now.
Well, to be fair, Ginger Lee had won that fight, but Cindy was still very much in the picture since Clay was still carrying a heavy dose of guilt.
Clay’s life is always a source of entertainment for me; the man had to be out of his fucking mind to saddle himself with two women.
One was headache enough; that’s why I’ve been avoiding that trap.
Today alone, I had seen two of the good guys bite the dust; it was enough to make a guy shut up his nuts and take it easy for a while until this wedding fever shit passed.
“His wife dragged him off somewhere.” That shit was funny as hell too.
Law thought he had married that little filly to save her from Davis, and that was the end of that.
I guess my friend has been out of the game too long because he’d missed the signs.
That’s a female for ya; they know how to sneak up on a man.
Makes me wonder sometimes just who the fuck was hitting whom over the head and dragging them off to the caves.
“What’s wrong with your two now?
I expect to hear the pace count any minute and guns drawn.”
“They’ll get over their shit soon; I’m not getting in the middle.
Ginger Lee is my girl, and Cindy is my friend.”
“You’re fucked in the head if you believe that shit, bro.
If you want any peace in your life, you will kill that friendship shit before that crazy woman of yours fuck your shit up.”
He glared across the room before storming off, leaving me to laugh at him.
I tuned back in to notice that Travis had his girl in a lip lock in the corner, and the filly I’d had my eye on was now closer, though she was still swimming through the sharks that littered the room.
I decided to let her make her own way instead of going to rescue her from their clutches.
I had no doubt that she was trying to get to me, so I decided to stay right where I was until she caught me.
It only took her another five minutes before she was standing next to me, looking out into the room.
“Hello.”
“Hey yourself.” I took a swig of beer and kept my eyes on the room at large.
She was wearing some sweet perfume, the kind that catches a man’s attention and holds it.
“So, how did you end up in this deadbeat town?” She had a nice little drawl.
“I was born and raised here; how about you?”
She gave me a look like I should know the answer to that, which made no sense because I’d never seen her before in my life.
“Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable?” Nothing like a good fuck after a fight to set a man right!
“I thought you’d never ask.” That smile of hers looked very cunning, but I wasn’t paying too much attention to anything but her ass.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.
I looked around the room to make sure no one was in my business.
When I got the all clear, I took her elbow and led her back towards my room.