Nine
Gear
“It’s that fucker right there,” I growl, pointing out the man across the field, sporting an impressive black eye and a gash on his forehead from where it met my kneecap.
Dane and the rest of the Savage Angels don’t even pause their steps. As a group, they stalk towards the man, who’s about to be in a whole world of hurt. I follow along, wanting to get my own licks in and make this motherfucker pay for putting his hands on Veronica.
“Hey, asshole,” Dane says, coming to a stop in front of him. “You and I need to have a little chat.”
The man glares up at Dane from his seat. “You got an awful big army there for a little chat.” As if he’d given a command, men from around the fire, and in other parts of the field stand and form a circle around me and the rest of the Savage Angels. “Now that looks a little more even,” he says, coming to his feet.
I can tell from the looks of them, this is going to get messy. Several of the men are holding makeshift weapons. Baseball bats, a few hold chains – I even see a couple of crowbars in the mix. Yeah, this is going to get very fucking messy.
After a wary glance around, I fire off a quick text to Ryker and stuff my phone back into my pocket, my hands at my side and ready for a fight.
“Your man here tried to rape one of our women,” Dane’s voice booms loud enough to reach the crowd.
Eyes narrow and knuckles crack. I hear a few of them whispering amongst themselves, but only one voice rises above the others. “You said tried to,” the voice says, but I can’t see where it’s coming from. “Seems he didn’t do it, so what’s the problem?”
“The problem,” Dane growls, “is that he fucked her up pretty good. Hurt one of ours. We’re not about to let that fucking slide.”
“Bitch was a fucking prick tease,” the wannabe rapist sneers, his eyes going right to me. “Her legs might as well be sewn shut. She’s not giving up that uptight pussy to anyone.”
I lunge for the man, but Dane beats me to it. Suddenly, the entire field erupts in an epic brawl. Fists fly, weapons connect with heads and limbs, and blood flows. Through it all, I have eyes for only one man. That fucker tried to rape Veronica, and she may not be mine yet, but she’s gonna be.
He punches Dane back as two other men hold him still and I knock two others down as I try to get to them. Suddenly, there are more patches joining the fight. The Kings have arrived and they’re not fucking around. Suddenly, these greasy fuckers are the minority and they’re going down fast.
Dirt reaches him just as I do, his arm cocked back to take his swing. I clamp a hand down on his shoulder and pin him in place with a glare. “This fucker is mine.”
Dirt stares back at me, the emotions clear on his face. I know he thought there was something between him and Veronica, but it’s clear to me now that it was completely one sided. I can practically see the moment that fact comes clear in his mind.
With a nod, Dirt lowers his fist and takes a step back. He gives me a chin lift and is gone before I can even blink, throwing himself into the melee of fists and motorcycle boots. I turn my focus on the man in front of me and grin as his eyes widen.
The name on his cut reads, Snake. How fitting. Snake takes a step back but my hand at his throat stops his escape. “That woman you beat the shit out of,” I say, dragging him closer and putting my face directly in front of his. “She wasn’t yours to take. No woman is ever yours to fuckin’ take, if they say no. I’m here to teach you a lesson in respectin’ women asshole.”
I feel his nose crack beneath my fist on the first blow. I feel teeth loosen with the second and third. He gets in a couple of his own hits, but they’re weak and the damage they do is nothing in the face of my rage. I pound the man until he’s on the ground, and then I get down on top of him and pound him some more.
It’s not until I feel the hands on my arms that I pause. Ryker stands on one side, Dane on the other. “That’s enough, Gear,” Dane growls, shoving the man away with the toe of his boot.
I take a deep breath and try to get a handle on my rage. I want to hit him more. I want to fucking kill him. But when you’ve got two MC president’s pulling you off and telling you to stop, you damn well listen.
I shake their hands off me and jump to my feet. Snake lays on the ground, barely conscious, just like the rest of his buddies. The only men standing are the Kings and the Angels. Two clubs you don’t want to fuck with, and these sons of bitches just learned that the hard way.
“Let’s go get cleaned up,” Dane says, clapping his hand down on my shoulder. “Go check on our women.”
I want nothing more. I’d left Veronica with Kat and the others, but I knew when we’d left she was worried. I just want to wrap her in my arms and show her that I’m okay. I may need a reminder myself that she is too.