Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(90)

I also know that he’d never disrespect me and go after Lauren. His interference came from a good place, a place where he knew what I was sacrificing and had remorse for my decision. I wasn’t ready to hear him say what I felt in my heart. I didn’t want to face facts that walking away from Lauren and the baby was a shit thing to do and Bones wasn’t about to let me forget it.

“We’re all brothers here but you two are in a class of your own, one of you gets wounded the other one bleeds, so bury that shit and bury it deep,” Jack emphasized.

“Yeah girls, why don’t you kiss and make up,” Wolf pleaded.

Bones uncrossed his arms, keeping his eyes steady on me as he reached across the table and offered me his hand. I took a deep breath, apologizing to my best friend with my eyes instead of my words as I took his hand and shook on it solidifying our brotherhood.

“Can I get an Amen?” Pipe quipped.

“Amen,” preached Wolf.

“Amen,” chanted Stryker.

“Praise be to God,” Linc added.

“Hallelujah,” Blackie mused.

“All right, all right, go in peace my brothers,” Jack said, bowing his head and making the sign of the cross.

God was going to strike us all dead, luckily we weren’t relying on him to welcome us at the pearly gates. We were destined for the flames and the only one waiting for us in the end would be Satan.





We pulled our bikes into the shipping yard, locked and loaded, ready for mayhem, thirsty for blood. We weren’t the weak ass motherfuckers the Red Dragons assumed we were. We had Blackie back, and as fucked as he was he was crazy too, and now we had four more men, ready to make names for themselves within the club.

Cutting our engines, we dismounted our bikes before pulling our weapons and crouching down as we ran up the pier where the vessel docked. Sun Wu and the Dragons were nowhere in sight, not scheduled to unload their shipment for another hour. Jack led the pack, pausing at the container and forking over an envelope to Rienzi before he snapped the plastic seal off the doors giving us access to Wu’s merchandise.

Wooden crates stacked from the floor to the ceiling, filled the entire container. It would take more than an hour to unload this thing.

Stryker and Deuce charged in first, tucking their guns away before Stryker got down on one knee, placing one palm over the other while Deuce put his boot clad foot onto Stryker’s hands before he hoisted him up. Deuce pulled a crate from the top and dropped it onto the floor beside us. Together Stryker and Deuce demolished the first row of crates.

The last crate fell onto the others, busting open and Wolf, the nosey fuck he was, sifted through it.

“Well, well, looks like Wu wanted to get fucked after all,” he mocked, as he held up a pink dildo.

I walked over to the crate, pushing around the contents, and sure enough it was full of sex toys.

“I bet this one is labeled butt plugs,” Pipe said, prying open the top of another crate.

“Dump it,” Jack ordered.

Pipe raised an eyebrow, questioning Jack.

“You sure about that, boss? Bet we can turn this shit for a pretty penny,” he countered.

“Dump the fucking shit,” Jack barked, as he lifted a crate over his head and threw it into the water.

Sweat poured from our bodies as we hustled to empty the container, finally hauling the last crate into the river, creating a sea of vibrators. The Hudson River looked like a goddamn nympho’s paradise.

What a fucking sight.

“Pack it up,” Jack demanded, as he reached into his back pocket and produced a can of spray paint. I turned to Bones, my eyes questioning his, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and we both turned back to watch as Jack nodded toward Rienzi.

Rienzi closed the container, locking it up with a new plastic seal before taking a step back and letting Jack do his thing. He pulled the cap off the bottle, throwing it into the water before putting his finger on the aerosol can and writing a message to Wu.

Fuck you.

In bright red letters across the door.

Jack took a step back, admiring his handy work before dumping the can of paint into the water and turning around to face us.

“Clear enough?”

“Still think we should’ve fucked him with one of his toys,” Wolf clipped.

“Message is clear,” Pipe confirmed, smacking Wolf upside the head.

Jack slapped each of the newbies on the back, impressed with their efficiency as we strode down the dock, pretty fucking pleased with ourselves that we pulled it off with fifteen minutes to spare.

We were half way down the dock when we heard the roar of the Red Dragons engines.

“Shit, we’ve got company,” Blackie declared, reaching for his gun.

Time stopped after he uttered those words and everything moved in slow motion. It didn’t matter we were running down the rickety wooden pier, guns drawn and lighting the shipping yard a blaze, to me we were just standing still.

I glanced down at my feet then lifted my head and watched as my brothers ran forward, shooting their way back to their bikes and I remained still.

They ran.

They fought.

I stayed still, taking it all in before something clicked inside of me and I took my other gun, crossed one arm over the other and fired both guns.

One down, then another, and another. I didn’t know if they were dead or not but I told myself they were.