Devil's Ride (Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, NV #3) - Nikki Landis Page 0,1

and he smiled with the promise of cruelty that was sure to come.

Scar grinned wide when he noticed my glare. “Look who’s finally awake, son.”

Acid snickered. “Can I tell him about his pres?”

Great. Show and fucking tell. Just what I needed.

“Tell him what? That Keys isn’t doing as well as our friend here?”

“And then there’s Lockjaw. What a pussy,” Acid spat.

Son of a bitch! If they thought that using my brothers against me would make me turn rat they were in for a rude awakening. Right before I killed every last one of these motherfuckers, I was going to ensure a little payback. If Keys or Lockjaw were harmed, the whole damn club would go down in a pile of fucking ash. I’d burn this place to the ground with all of them alive inside it.

Fuck the Scorpions.

Five men filed in behind Acid, all staring me down with a deep and undeniable hatred that was mutual. I recognized the V.P., SAA, two of their enforcers, and Scar’s other son Razr. I smirked when I saw the multiple black eyes, busted lips, and a bruised jaw that the group couldn’t hide. When they captured me, Keys, and Lockjaw they didn’t know what kind of hornets nest they just kicked up. We hadn’t gone down easy. Took ten of their guys to best the three of us.

Bunch of pussies if you asked me. Taking us prisoner and chaining us down, torturing and fighting like cowards. None of them were man enough to unshackle and face us head on, fist to fist. Not even the damn pres or his SAA.

The guys in this MC were pissed and by the eager expressions on their faces, they were ready for revenge. Probably didn’t help that I stared them all down, daring each man to come forward. They circled like vultures as I was unchained from the table and multiple weapons pointed in my direction. I wasn’t stupid. They were waiting for the chance to shoot my ass and congratulate themselves on their good fortune. No fuckin’ way. I needed my vengeance, and I was going to get it.

That was thing about beating a rabid dog. Let him loose and he’s going to fight to the death.

I didn’t wobble as I was hauled to my feet, standing my ground as I glared defiantly at each man, waiting to act or lash out until the right moment. I was fast. Keys said that often. When I got in a brawl, I had a lot of stamina and I knew how to hit hard and fast in just the right spots to bring down my opponent. Wasn’t any different now.

I let my body go limp, chuckling at their frustrated expressions as it took four of their guys to haul my dead weight across the room. A couple of punches hit me in the gut and a decent one landed in my back close to my kidneys. Unfazed, I was just waiting to strike out and catch them all off guard.

One Scorpion was trying to snap my wrist into a leather cuff attached to a long length of chain that was anchored floor to ceiling. I wasn’t going to give him the chance to secure one of my arms. Snapping into action, I kicked out and twisted my body as I slipped from my captors, landing on my ass before I started swinging. My fists and shitkickers landed on kneecaps, ribs, and wherever else I could land a startling blow. Razr took a massive hit to the jaw and it was lights out. He didn’t move as Scar roared, pissed I wasn’t subdued.

Chaos ensued until the sound of gunfire announced this party just took on a whole new level of intensity. My gut burned as something sharp pierced the flesh, but I wasn’t stopping. A bullet bit into my chest below my right shoulder but I didn’t slow down. Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream and I was fuckin’ lost in rage. Acid slashed with his blades and one nicked my forearm as another stabbed into my other shoulder. He yanked the metal free and a piece of flesh attached itself to the gut hook.

Blind fury took over and I wasn’t sure what happened next. I fought like a mad man, moving so fast I wasn’t sure I registered what I was doing or who was involved. Instinct took over and like a wounded animal I fought for my life and kept going until every man in that room was