Page 413 of Devil’s Disciples

I swung my right fist into his chin with all my might. I followed with a left hook to his temple that I’d been wanting to swing for fifteen years. The first punch obviously caught him unprepared. The second took every bit of remaining wind from his sails.

He fell to the floor like a sack of shit.

“What in the fuck is going on?” Baker howled. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Fuming with anger and brimming with adrenaline, I loomed over Cash, waiting for him to stir.

“Holy shit,” Reno gasped.

I glared down at his motionless body. “He needed it.”

“Been needing it for a while,” Tito whispered.

Baker bent down and removed Cash’s pistol from his waistband. “Sure as fuck don’t need him pulling this out.” He handed Tito the gun. “Put this somewhere.” He unclipped Cash’s knife from his pocket and held it in the air. “This too.”

Tito took the knife and gun to the other side of the office.

Baker looked at me and shook his head. “Want to tell me what happened?”

“He got what he deserved.”

“Is there something I need to know about?” Baker asked.

I shrugged. “If you don’t know about it by now, I guess not.”

He scowled. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means Cash has had a big mouth for a long, long time, and I’m fucking tired of it. He can either learn to control it, or you’ll all have to get used to me reminding him that I’m not going to listen to it anymore.”

“What did he say?” Baker asked.

There was an unwritten rule amongst bikers. One biker didn’t disrespect another biker’s Ol’ Lady. If he did, there was hell to pay.

Some of the things Cash said to Ally were on the cusp of crossing that line. I’d let them slide, knowing—or at least hoping—that they were comments made without ill intentions. His most recent remark couldn’t be construed as being anything other than what it was.

Disrespectful to Ally, and to me. He’d disrespected all of the men at some point in time, me included. I wasn’t about to let him disrespect Ally, though. Not now, or ever.

“Remember Cash and Reno at the barbeque?” I asked, making reference to Cash whipping Reno’s ass over a disrespectful remark Reno made about Kimberly, who was Cash’s Ol’ Lady.

As Cash began to stir, Baker responded. “Sure do.”

“It was a similar deal,” I muttered.

“There’s one difference,” Baker argued. “A big difference.”

Still angry beyond belief, I glared at him, not really caring to hear his opinion. At least not at that moment.

“What?” I snapped. “What’s this big difference?”

“She’s not officially your Ol’ Lady,” he said. “If she is, you’re going to need make sure everyone knows it, including her.”

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Ally

I had my suspicions about why Goose knocked Cash on his ass, but I knew nothing for sure. If he didn’t say something soon, I was going to start prying.

I put the mayonnaise in the fridge, carried my plate to the island, and sat down across from him. I picked up my sandwich and paused. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”