Kingpin sat on the sofa, his slick, black cowboy boots that certainly break the bank propped up on the espresso desk as if he owned the place. The President of the Royal Bastards MC in Nashville wore head to toe leather-based, even had leather-based fringe happening his black pants. His matching reduce appeared as outdated because the hills having been handed down from his predecessor.

A hoop on each finger, his jewellery didn’t cease there. He was pierced throughout, but in addition wore necklaces and bracelets, like a lady, but it surely by no means made him much less of a person. The chains, spikes, eyeliner, and black nails solely made him extra threatening. His signature lengthy black hair was gone however rising out. His thick beard was shorter too. However he was the identical badass who dominated me for thus a few years.

With a smug look on his face, he sipped on some costly bourbon. I caught a whiff of the unmistakable odor from the place I stood. Placing his ft down, he leaned ahead and sat the glass on the desk. He appeared up at me, and his eyes shone one thing sinister. He traded the drink for the lit cigarette he retrieved from the ashtray.

“Levi,” he began, sucking on his smoke.

He was armed, however he was not doing a rattling factor about me having my gun on him. That needed to imply he had backup.

Though he was loopy.

I inched nearer, not reducing my weapon.

“What the hell is occurring right here?” I requested.

“You convey me the lady? Our spy?” he requested, replying with sarcasm. “The thirty-five grand?”

Fuck.

“What is that this Kingpin?” I requested mechanically.

The biker picked up his bourbon. Each his palms occupied, he wasn’t nervous in any respect. Sitting again, he lifted his boot to relaxation on the desk once more. I was the person’s Enforcer. Although I used to be gone on a regular basis, taking part in Nomad for him, I had no concept how he pulled this off.

“How do you know?” I requested him once more.

“Unsure. I’m only a loon.” He laughed into his drink.

Fuck.

I had known as him a loon on the cellphone with the Street Monsters MC.

“You’re pals with them. They offered me out?” I requested, rising offended.

As I stated it, my brothers busted into the home and took Maren by the arms. She struggled, and I reacted. I used to be able to kick some ass. Save Maren or die attempting. However Pagan, the Vice President of the membership, stepped in from behind me, blocking my approach. Pagan was as large as me and simply as imply. I lowered my weapon, understanding he had me greater than coated. And since they had been dragging Maren outdoors.

His Glock on me, he stated, “We have now your lady.”

It was a warning. Outnumbered and outmatched, I had been performed. Kingpin had set me up by some means. I let Pagan take my gun from my hand. Turning, I regarded our chief once more.

“I do not know what you’re speaking about,” he answered my query, smiling just like the satan.

Taking his bourbon, he acquired up and strolled out of the room. Villain, the Sergeant at Arms joined Pagan to safe me. Steering my palms behind my again, they cuffed me.

“That’s new,” I commented.

Kingpin stated, “We’re not taking any possibilities with this… Monster.”

I checked out him when he stated it, when he known as me what the Street Monsters MC had dubbed me simply yesterday, Monster, and the fucker winked at me.

Holy shit.

Both he had a hand within the Street Monsters MC, or it had all been a crock of shit. I knew the membership was actual. I had seen bikers out, displaying their colours. However every thing that had occurred over the goddamn cellphone might have been nothing however Kingpin fucking with me. In spite of everything, Merc had merely handed me a card. He stated he owed my President a debt. Merc stated he was calling Kingpin to purchase me a while. Payday confirmed up in Galveston, too.

My head spun.

Maren went kicking and screaming, and there was nothing I might do. I used to be cuffed and being man handed by my outdated brothers. Feeling helpless, I wished to elucidate, plead for her life, however my brothers gagged me and put a hood over my head earlier than I might utter one other phrase. I went willingly as they pushed me into the again of a automobile. I knew the very one. I had transported many a prisoner in it earlier than. I felt Maren’s physique mendacity beside me. She was quiet. Maybe they gagged and hooded her, as effectively.

On the journey, my brothers had a blast loudly proclaiming what they deliberate to do to us. Her heat physique beside me tensed up as Villain stated he would get a go at Maren first, as they fantasized aloud about torturing her, raping her.

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