“Knights!” Ironside bellowed. “Listen up. Peyton somehow got her hands on a phone and called me. We know where they are and we’re going to get them. We roll in two minutes! Lolly, Hammer, I need to see you.”

 

His brothers walked over and he pulled them aside. “I want you to know Peyton said Ava and Blaire were raped.”

 

“Those fuckers are dead!” Hammer snarled.

 

“All of them,” Ironside agreed. “But I want you two to stay frosty until this is over. Don’t do something stupid. Your old ladies are going to need you now, more than ever. I need you to be here for them.”

 

Hammer and Lolly looked at each other. “Just promise me none of them walk away,” Lolly said, his voice cold and hard.

 

“None of them walk away,” he confirmed.

 

***

 

“Get them out here!” Andrew roared then turned on Honey. “This is all your fucking fault!”

 

“Mine? Why is it my fault?” Honey complained.

 

“You’re the one who said you could help us! You’re the one who said there were guns coming in. You’re the one who told us the clubhouse was empty and we should take the women! Now my fucking clubhouse is a smoking hole in the ground and the pigs are crawling all over it!” He glared at her as the rest of the Knights women were hustled out of their rooms.

 

“Wait a minute,” Honey said, backing away. “All I did was pass along the information!”

 

“Yeah, and look what’s happened! You said they didn’t know you were the mole!” he snarled as he followed her.

 

“I didn’t know! I was played, too!” Honey said, still backing up. “Babe! Stud! I would never cross you, you know that! Its Peyton you want! She’s Ironside’s old lady. Initiate her! Get back at him by fucking up his old lady! I’ll help! I owe her!” she wheedled, trying to get back in his good graces. “We can initiate her together! Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like to fuck her in the ass as you make her eat my pussy? Come on, Stud, think about it! Ever had your old lady initiate a bitch before? I can do it! I’ll do it for you!”

 

Andrew paused. Honey was sexy as shit, just like Peyton, and having them fighting to the death as he fucked them? That was be something new. He smiled, the idea growing on him. Honey had fucked the club over and he decided he would initiate her, too, as an example to all the other bitches of what happens if you fuck the Saracens.

 

“Get her ready,” he growled, handing her his weapon.

 

Honey smiled and moved to where the brothers were gathering the prisoners, a path opening as she moved through the cluster of women. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she sneered as she stopped in front of Peyton. She pressed the gun into Peyton’s side as she hauled her nemesis to the center of the courtyard where Andrew waited by the pool. “Here is she.”

 

“Strip. Both of you,” Andrew ordered as the rest of the Saracen men and women pushed and shoved the Knights women forward, not wanting to miss any of the show. He watched as the two women glared at each other a moment before Honey handed her gun to Bone and began to undress. He took it, looked at it in puzzlement a moment, then shoved it into his belt with a shrug.

 

“Anything for you, Babe,” she purred.

 

Peyton stalled, knowing the Knights were coming.

 

“Strip or I’ll kill you where you stand,” Andrew rumbled.

 

She knew he wouldn’t hesitate, so she began to undress, but as slowly as she thought she could get away with. “Honey fucked you over good, didn’t she?” Peyton said as she removed her clothes. “Whiteshirt played her. He knew she was fucking you, and she led you right into the trap.”

 

“Shut up!” Honey yelled.

 

“She has a bug in her purse. They know exactly where we are,” Peyton said, willing to say anything to stall for time.

 

“That’s not true!” Honey cried. “Don’t listen to her!”

 

“So where are they?” Andrew asked. “Why aren’t they here already?”

 

Peyton forced a smile. “Fireworks! I understand there was some good ones at your clubhouse today. I’m sorry I missed it. I bet they felt it in Akron!” She forced her smile wider as she mouthed the word boom, opening her fingers and hands as if they contained an explosion.

 

Andrew bottled up his rage as he began to strip, using it to pump himself up. He was going to hate fuck this bitch until she was fucking dead.

 

***

 

Ironside led the Knights as they blazed along the Ninety. They were riding dangerously fast, almost the double the posted speed limit, cutting in and out of traffic, but they didn’t have a moment to spare. He tried to tell himself they were riding to save the old ladies and club girls but he knew it was a lie. He would do everything he could to get them all out safely, but he was riding to rescue Peyton.

 

He was going to find that fucking Andrew Moore and he was going to kill him, and if he’d hurt Peyton, he was going to kill him as slowly, and painfully, as possible. Andrew, and that bitch Honey, too, assuming Whiteshirt didn’t get to her first.

 

He braked hard, stuck behind a battered and rusted Nissan as it crept past slower traffic. He thought about trying to pass the car on the shoulder, but it would be a tight squeeze, and he remembered what happened to Dolch. He would be no use to Peyton if he were dead or his motorcycle was disabled, so he waited, shouting obscenities at the driver, until there was enough room to squeeze around. He banked his Dyna to the right and twisted the throttle, squirting though the gap, the rest of the Knights, twenty strong, flowing past the car in his wake.

 

***

 

Peyton listened intently for the sound of approaching Harleys but heard nothing.

 

“You’ve fucked me over for the last time,” Andrew growled, tossing aside his pants. “Both of you.”

 

“What?” Honey cried. “Stud, Babe, I’ve never—”

 

“Shut up!” he roared. “I’m going to initiate both of you! I’m going to fucking break you and then I’m going to let every man in the club fucking break you, then I’m going to invite every crack-head in the city shove his cock into you.”

 

“Stud! Why?” Honey cried. “I’ve helped you! I’ve let you fuck me any way you want! I just want to be your old lady!”

 

Andrew lips twisted into a cold smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “Because I’m sick of your shit! I’m starting to think Peyton is right and you were setting us up.”

 

“Andrew! No!” Honey cried, gasping for breath, her heart thudding in her chest.

 

Peyton smiled. “Huh. What do you know? It’s sooner. You like apples, bitch? How about them apples?”

 

He began to stroke his cock as he smiled. “You’re loyal to the club? Prove it to me.”

 

“Yes! Yes! Of course I’m loyal!” Honey said, nodding her head vigorously. “I’ll do anything!”

 

“Kill this bitch.”

 

Honey smiled, relaxing slightly. “With pleasure.” She turned to Bone to retrieve the gun.

 

“Not like that,” Andrew said as she held her hand out and Bone started to pull the weapon from his belt.

 

“What? How?”

 

“With your bare hands.”

 

Peyton said nothing, cocking her head slightly, listening, straining to catch the sound again.

 

Honey chewed on her bottom lip. “Why can’t I just shoot her?”

 

“Because that’s too easy. It proves nothing,” he rumbled, getting into the idea of fucking them as they tried to kill each other. “I want to see if you’re really committed to serving the club, of doing what it takes to be a Saracen.”

 

Peyton heard it again, closer this time. She turned to face Honey, trying to buy a few more seconds. “Come on, Honey,” she sneered. “Want another shot at me? We can go, right here, right now. I got nothing to lose. How about you?”

 

Honey hesitated. She’d gotten her ass handed to her both times she’d gone up against Peyton, but she was trapped. She forced a smile. “Okay, Babe. I’ll kill her for you.”

 

Andrew took a couple of steps back, his cock aching with hardness. He was going to let them soften each other up a bit, then he was going to fuck them so fucking hard!

 

“Hear that?” Peyton asked with a smile, the bellow of hard charging V-Twin motorcycles becoming clear. “That’s the sound of the fucking angels of death!”

 

Andrew stiffened, now hearing what Peyton heard. He grabbed her hair to keep her from escaping in case it was nothing. “Check it out,” he ordered a couple of the men.

 

“You’re so fucking dead!” Peyton sneered.

 

“Shut up!” he snapped, giving her head a jerk, causing her to hiss in pain.

 

“It was all part of the plan. Blowing up your clubhouse. Getting you all together here,” Peyton gasped, her face twisting in pain as she tried to free her hair from Andrew’s grasp. “She called them while you were gone! Told them were you were!”

 

“That’s a fucking lie!” Honey shrieked.

 

“It’s the fucking Knights!” Meat yelled, running back into the courtyard as the bikes roared into the parking lot on the other side of the rooms.

 

***

 

Ironside’s Harley skidded to a stop and he threw himself from his bike, the rest of the Knights only a moment behind him. “Spread out!” he yelled as he dashed for the cover of the building. Back against the rooms, he removed his helmet and dropped it.

 

He didn’t know where the women were, but he assumed they were on the inside set of rooms, those that faced inward to the courtyard. There was an opening that passed under the second story that led to the courtyard that seemed to be the only way in. It had several thick yellow posts you could easily walk between, but would prevent a car or other vehicle from driving through. That was a serious chokepoint and a major kill zone.

 

“We need another way in,” Ironside said as Whiteshirt joined him, the rest of the Knights spreading out, two rushing into the manager’s office, a pair of pops from a suppressed weapon following a moment later.

 

***

 

The women, realizing their chance, scattered and ran. The men, preoccupied with setting up to defend against the Knights didn’t have time to worry with them and let them go. They were in a good place to defend, and they knew where the Knights had to come through, but they were trapped. The only way out was where the Knights had to come in.

 

Andrew released her, turning to his clothes before remembering he’d given his weapon to Honey. “Fuck,” he spat before running after Bone to retrieve his weapon.

 

The moment Andrew released her hair, Peyton shoved Honey away and turned to run, but Honey grabbed her and dragged her back, spinning her around. She was in a blind fury. Peyton had ruined everything, again, and she was going to kill her.

 

***

 

Lolly and Hammer nodded at each other and charged around the corner of the rooms, running hard into the courtyard as the women began to arrive. “Fuck!” Ironside snarled as he heard suppressed pistols open up inside the courtyard. He’d ordered them not to do something stupid!

 

“In the manager’s office! In the manager’s office,” Ironside bellowed, pushing the women aside as he lunged around the corner and gave chase, the rest of the Knights following.

 

He burst into the courtyard, his weapon at the ready. The Saracens were scattering as Lolly and Hammer pounded across the courtyard, their weapons barking as they ran. He saw Peyton and Honey locked in combat inside the pool fence as a naked Andrew ran away from them. He didn’t know what was going on, and didn’t care, as he bolted toward the two women.