Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(64)

The van took off, speeding, and I felt the air wash over my naked body, figuring the door to the van was open. They shouted some more bullshit I didn’t understand and then I heard the familiar sound of gunfire.

Music to my ears.

Then my body was thrown from the van.

What a fucking way to go.

“Shit. Riggs!” I heard Bones’ voice over the gunshots starting to die down and the distinct sound of tires screeching against the pavement.

“Holy shit,” Pipe, yelled.

Someone grabbed my body, forcing me to sit up and pulled the bag from my head. I brought my hands up to my face, trying to shield the sunlight that threatened to blind me with my tied hands.

“What happened?” Jack demanded.

“Bulldog, look,” Wolf said, turning my head slightly.

“What?” I asked. “Shit, I have a hole in my head don’t I? Someone untie me!” I shouted, trying to feel for the hole, my hands stilled when I touched my hair—it felt off.

I lifted my eyes to Jack as he crouched down in front of me.

“Who did this to you?” He asked calmly.

“Wu,” I replied. “He knows we took the drugs it’s on camera,” I hissed.

He lifted his eyes to my head again.

“Jack why is my hair missing?” I asked hastily, looking around at my brothers. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on,” I demanded, before I reached for the pocket knife on Jack’s belt and flipped the blade open. I lifted it to my head and with the eye I could open I tried to see the image reflected in the knife.

Someone decided to give my fine self a new do, and by that, I mean a fucking chop job.

I looked like one of those rappers that shaves his mama’s name onto his head.

Bones held my head, turning it slightly to the right, so I could see what they were gawking at.

There was something I couldn’t make out faded into the hairstyle, something legible if you had two working eyes.

“What’s it say?” I demanded.

“Two hundred and fifty,” Bones whispered.

Wolf turned my head around, inspecting it for anymore messages before glancing back toward Jack.

“They fucking carved a price tag to his head,” he ground out.

That was a bit dramatic even for Wolf.

I ran my hands over my fucked up hair and scowled.

Jack straightened up, running his hands over his face before he turned to Pipe.

“The Dragons tried to slay a Knight, Prez, you know what that means don’t you?” Pipe questioned.

“It means the fucking Chinese resurrected a war with us,” Jack ground out. “It means, get your fucking saddle ready because we’re going to ride ‘til our hands are covered in Dragon blood,” he vowed, fixing his eyes on me. “Means Riggs is going to show them who the fuck breathes fire. You with me, brother?” He asked.

“I’m with you,” I said, numbly.

He cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Heart,” he hissed, before dropping my chin and turning toward Bones. “Get him cleaned up and a goddamn cut,” he ordered, before he turned to Pipe.

“I’m hungry,” Jack said. “You hungry Pipe?”

Fine time for them to be talking about food while Bones hoisted my naked ass off the dirt road. I had a motherfucking price tag on my head and they were talking about their stomachs. Join an MC—it’ll be fun—still waiting for the fun part.

“Starving,” Pipe replied.

“Let me guess…you’re in the mood for a little General Tso’s chicken?” Wolf questioned, as he stepped into stride alongside them.

“Ay,” Pipe agreed. “With a side of Wu,” he added.

Time to hunt.





Chapter Twenty-Two





Once in the cage, Bones pulled his cut off and threw it onto my lap.

“Put it on,” he ordered, turning the key in the ignition as the rest of the Knights straddled their bikes and peeled away from the scene of my drop off.

I looked down at his cut, wincing as I put it on.

“You don’t happen to have a pair of pants lying around here somewhere, do you?” I asked.

He said nothing, keeping his eyes on the road as I glanced down at myself, my dick flailing around every time we went over a bump. Luckily for me, Bones and I have been close friends for years. So close as boys that we used to measure our dicks against the wall. If we didn’t have that kinda friendship, this shit might’ve been awkward.

Boys who turned into men.

My brother.

The one person I trusted more than anyone.

I glanced over at him, noting his knuckles whitening as they gripped the steering wheel and how his jaw clenched as he worked his neck from side to side.

“I took my mask off,” I said, breaking the silence between us. “When Wolf was still upstairs in the apartment I turned around and lifted the ski mask from my face,” I explained.

“Why you telling me this?”

“Because Wu let me go,” I said running my hand over the hair missing from my head. “You and I both know he only let me go to deliver a message. He’ll be back, The Dragons aren’t going to let me get away with that shit,” I said, turning and glancing out the window.