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Kingpin sat on the couch, his slick, black cowboy boots that indeed cost a fortune propped up on the coffee table as if he owned the place. The President of the Royal Bastards MC in Nashville wore head to toe leather, even had leather fringe going down his black pants. His matching cut looked as old as the hills having been passed down from his predecessor.
A ring on every finger, his jewelry didn’t stop there. He was pierced all over, but also wore necklaces and bracelets, like a woman, but it never made him less of a man. The chains, spikes, eyeliner, and black nails only made him more threatening. His signature long black hair was gone but growing out. His thick beard was shorter too. But he was the same badass who ruled me for so many years.
With a smug look on his face, he sipped on some expensive bourbon. I caught a whiff of the unmistakable smell from where I stood. Putting his feet down, he leaned forward and sat the glass on the table. He looked up at me, and his eyes shone something sinister. He traded the drink for the lit cigarette he retrieved from the ashtray.
“Levi,” he started, sucking on his smoke.
He was armed, but he was not doing a damn thing about me having my gun on him. That had to mean he had backup.
Although he was crazy.
I inched closer, not lowering my weapon.
“What the hell is going on here?” I asked.
“You bring me the girl? Our spy?” he asked, replying with sarcasm. “The thirty-five grand?”
Fuck.
“What is this Kingpin?” I asked automatically.
The biker picked up his bourbon. Both his hands occupied, he wasn’t worried at all. Sitting back, he lifted his boot to rest on the table again. I used to be the man’s Enforcer. Though I was gone all the time, playing Nomad for him, I had no idea how he pulled this off.
“How did you know?” I asked him again.
“Not sure. I’m just a loon.” He laughed into his drink.
Fuck.
I had called him a loon on the phone with the Road Monsters MC.
“You’re friends with them. They sold me out?” I asked, growing angry.
As I said it, my brothers busted into the house and took Maren by the arms. She struggled, and I reacted. I was ready to kick some ass. Save Maren or die trying. But Pagan, the Vice President of the club, stepped in from behind me, blocking my way. Pagan was as big as me and just as mean. I lowered my weapon, knowing he had me more than covered. And since they were dragging Maren outside.
His Glock on me, he said, “We have your girl.”
It was a warning. Outnumbered and outmatched, I had been played. Kingpin had set me up somehow. I let Pagan take my gun from my hand. Turning, I regarded our leader again.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he answered my question, smiling like the devil.
Taking his bourbon, he got up and strolled out of the room. Villain, the Sergeant at Arms joined Pagan to secure me. Steering my hands behind my back, they cuffed me.
“That’s new,” I commented.
Kingpin said, “We’re not taking any chances with this… Monster.”
I looked at him when he said it, when he called me what the Road Monsters MC had dubbed me just yesterday, Monster, and the fucker winked at me.
Holy shit.
Either he had a hand in the Road Monsters MC, or it had all been a crock of shit. I knew the club was real. I had seen bikers out, displaying their colors. But everything that had happened over the goddamn phone could have been nothing but Kingpin fucking with me. After all, Merc had simply handed me a card. He said he owed my President a debt. Merc said he was calling Kingpin to buy me some time. Payday showed up in Galveston, too.
My head spun.
Maren went kicking and screaming, and there was nothing I could do. I was cuffed and being man handed by my old brothers. Feeling helpless, I wanted to explain, plead for her life, but my brothers gagged me and put a hood over my head before I could utter another word. I went willingly as they pushed me into the back of a vehicle. I knew the very one. I had transported many a prisoner in it before. I felt Maren’s body lying beside me. She was quiet. Perhaps they gagged and hooded her, as well.
On the ride, my brothers had a blast loudly proclaiming what they planned to do to us. Her warm body beside me tensed up as Villain said he would get a go at Maren first, as they fantasized aloud about torturing her, raping her.
