Emily's arms were wrapped around me and her hands cuffed together. She rode behind me on my Harley on our way to the meet with Byron. The smell of her hair was like heroin injected directly in to my veins. If only I could bottle it up for after she was gone. I'd never see her after today. Byron would keep a tight leash on her and never let Emily out of his sight. It felt like a lifetime ago when Tater and I kidnapped Emily outside that frat party.
The rest of the MC followed close behind, our bikes forming a giant parade. The cars ahead moved to the sides of the road when they caught sight of us in their rear-view mirror. Nobody would dare mess with us when we were out in full force. Not even the cops.
Blaze warned me that this could be a trap. Byron could try and take us out all at once. I needed my head to be clear and couldn't waste energy thinking about Emily's sweet pussy and filling her up with my cum until it oozed out.
The day was boiling hot as we arrived under the freeway overpass which was the boundary between our two territories. It was the perfect place to have a huge shootout—in the middle of nowhere and a lot of noise from the passing cars overheard.
Byron and the Fires of Hell were all there on the other side, guns loaded and pointed right at us. They could open fire on us at any moment and we'd be fish in a barrel. But he couldn't risk killing his sister. She was the only thing that mattered to him in the world—his only weakness.
We parked our bikes and I untied Emily from me. Byron stared us down from afar. She looked at me with a sense of desperation. She wanted my help but I couldn't. My MC came first and this trade was essential to us surviving. “Be a good girl and we all get out of this alive,” I whispered to her.
I pulled my Remington out and held Emily by the arm as we walked to the edge of our bikes. Blaze walked alone to meet Byron in the middle. They shook hands and spoke quietly so I couldn't catch anything they were saying. I kept my eye on the army full of Blacks, looking for any sign of a trap.
“Please, Pain,” Emily begged. “We can both run away and never look back.”
I squeezed her arm until she yelped. That would make her shut up so we could get this over with.
“Whatever happened to no family, Blaze?” Byron asked, his finger dangerously close to the trigger on his handgun.
“Desperate times, Byron. Did you bring all your weapons and drugs?”
Byron nodded and pointed to the truck behind him. A few of the Fires of Hell members opened up the truck to reveal piles of rifles and crates that most likely held the cocaine which their MC was known for. “I won't let you get away with this, Blaze. You're making the wrong move here.”
“I'll take my chances.” Blaze reluctantly shook Byron's hand again.
“Time to go, Emily,” I told her.
She wouldn't budge until I shoved her forward. Every step was torture for her. She kept trying to look at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted compassion and I had none to give.
Byron looked Emily in the eyes. “Get the fuck over here you fucking bitch. You're going to get hell when I get my hands on you.”
Emily stopped in her tracks. Her hands balled up into fists. “I'm not going with you, Byron.”
Things were going so smoothly. I knew I should have taped her mouth shut.