“I know you bitches missed me,” I said, grinning.
“Pipe cries himself to sleep night after night. Keeps a photo of your naked ass under his pillow,” Wolf chimed in, walking over to me and patting me on the back. “Glad you’re back, kid. You ready to hunt, motherfucker?”
“That depends what’s on the menu,” I said, looking back at Jack.
“Peking-fucking-duck,” he growled.
“With a side of Wu,” Wolf added.
Jack walked out from behind the bar, stood in front of me as he crossed his arms and assessed me.
“Only going to ask you once—” he started.
“You don’t have to ask at all,” I interrupted. “Let’s do this.”
Jack remained quiet for a moment before he bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He knew all about revenge, got his and now it was fucking time for me to get mine.
“One thing before we hit the road,” Jack said, turning back toward the bar.
We all followed and took the glasses he offered us before lifting them to his.
“To Bones,” Jack cheered.
“To Bones,” we all said in unison before shooting back the liquid fire.
Time to make it right.
We slammed our empty glasses down onto the wooden bar and started marching for the door like the devil’s soldiers that we are. Jack grabbed my arm and slapped a vest against my chest.
“Don’t be reckless,” he ordered. “Stick to the fucking plan, you hear me?”
Plans.
I wasn’t big on plans.
“Right,” I agreed. “Stick to the plan,” I said, bringing my fingers to my forehead and saluting my president.
We walked outside, mounted our bikes and the roar of our bikes was deafening throughout the lot. Jack peeled out first, followed by Wolf and then Pipe. Bones would’ve been next but his bike remained parked across the lot. I glanced over at it before gripping the throttle on my bike and tearing out of the lot taking his spot in our line-up. The nomads came up behind me and then the prospects were last to take to the rode as our pack rode against the wind on a mission to take back life lost from our club.
This will always be a part of my life but it wasn’t what gave me purpose anymore. I’ll always be a man who loves the road, his bike and the wrong side of the law. But, I ride second, and love first. I owned my place in the world.
I sped up, whipping around Pipe’s bike and made my way next to Jack.
“What are you doing?” He shouted against the engines of our bikes and the sounds of the city.
“Taking a detour,” I hollered back, turning right as they turned left and pushed my bike full speed ahead.
They had a plan.
They were going to raid the Red Dragons’ clubhouse on a night they planned a patch party. It was a very well executed plan and I had no doubt that my brothers would take out every motherfucking Dragon and whore that populated that party.
But I had a plan too.
And my shit was personal.
Wu killed my brother.
He put a bullet it my woman.
He forced my son to be born before his time.
It didn’t get more personal than that.
I pulled up to my destination, my boots chomping at the wooden planks as I made my way to the warehouse on the pier overlooking the Hudson River. The same pier Sun Wu used to transport his shit to Beijing. I came up to the door and greeted Michael Valente, Anthony’s soon-to-be brother-in-law. When I had first decided on how all this would go down, Anthony suggested Michael as the man for the job, the job being kidnapping Wu on his way home from the Red Dragons clubhouse.
“Thanks for doing this,” I said.
“It’s all good, man,” he replied, opening the door to the warehouse. “He’s all yours,” he said, as he moved aside and allowed me room to step inside. “I’ll be right here,” he added, before stepping back out into the night and closing the door behind him.
I turned around, flicked the lights on and spotted Sun Wu on the floor with his ankles tied together and his hands handcuffed behind his back. He was gagged with a....pink dildo?
Jesus Christ.
Then it occurred to me he wasn’t even gagging—this motherfucker must’ve sucked a lot of dick. The Red Dragons’ own personal club whore was none other than their president.
I laughed.
That would explain the sex toys.
And the fake dick he had in his mouth now.
Good job, Mikey.
I stepped closer to him, pinning him with my eyes as I pressed the steep tip of my boot between his legs.
“Hey motherfucker, remember me?”
I pressed harder as I crouched down and pulled the duct tape that kept the dildo lodged in his mouth.
“Does your wife know you can deep throat a cock like that? Or just your brothers?” I questioned, as I pulled the cock from his mouth and threw it to the side.
“Fuck you, Mr. Riggs. You’re a dead man,” he hissed.