Swoon worthy.
The man makes me crazy, especially now with these fucking hormones going crazy.
Blood slowly walks over to me, running his eyes over my face, slowly roaming down my breasts, and then stops to stare at my big ass stomach. That really makes me uneasy because I feel so damn big. Finally, he walks over to me with a huge smile turning up his lips.
“Baby, you look so damn beautiful! I love to see you carrying my baby; it’s like the most amazing, exhilarating feeling ever. I want to take you out to dinner,” Blood says, wrapping his arms around me leaning kisses my neck.
Oh, fuckingtastic!
I feel the lovely, heated tingle all over my body. I melt into him, like always.
“Ohhhh. . . . hmmm . . . . yeah, that sounds awesome, I’m so hungry,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Baby, I love you,” Blood whispers, taking my mouth in a deep kiss.
Ten
Blood
The cold wind sends a chill down my back, and my fucking balls are hiding. They’re going to fucking freeze and fall off.
We’re on a late run to drop off a package, but prior to the meet, we’re monitoring the area that borders the Satanic Bastards MC. Those motherfuckers continue to cross into our turf.
My brothers Rage and Mayhem are leading the formation, Death and I are behind them. We go down the empty streets searching for the motherfuckers.
We haven’t been able to catch them or get more information. Those motherfuckers are slick, slimy motherfuckers.
Finally, we turn down the main street where we’re meeting up with the Mexican street gang Midtown gang, they’re crazy motherfucker, but we’ve been working with them for the last year without any issues. These motherfuckers know their place, not like the Herd Boys that are always causing chaos.
The packet we’re dropping off is more than what they usually buy, so we want to know what’s up.
We pull onto the street next to the underpass, we turn off our bikes, take off our helmets, and walk to the underpass.
The underpass is approximately seventy-five feet, and the lights were shot out a long time ago. The place is isolated; it’s worked out for the exchange. And we need to check our six.
Death and I stand out at the entrance to cover our six. Mayhem and Rage walk a few feet to meet the Midtown gang leader, Max, and his second Sam. The gang is not very big.
I look out into the dark, listening, looking into the night to look out for any random motherfucker.
“All good,” Rage asks, standing ready with his Glock.
“Yeah,” Max says, nodding, handing over a bag.
Mayhem takes it, pulling the zipper, counts the money, nodding.
Max pulls out the brick, slices the plastic, tasting it. Finally, he nods, places it inside the bag.
“Good,” Max says, nodding.
“Right,” Rage says.
Max and Sam walk away to the entrance, then all hell rains on us.
Rage and Mayhem try to take cover since they’re sitting ducks.
Max and Sam have been shot and are on the ground. I can’t tell if they’re dead, but I don’t have time to check them. We’re being attacked, a swarm of motherfuckers run into the underpass taking the bags.
Death, Rage, Mayhem I shoot at the motherfuckers.
