Hawk shakes his head back and forth. “Brother, have you seen their place? Where they live is like a scene from that movie‘The Hills Have Eyes’. I can’t tell who’s the mother, father, brother, sister, aunt, or fucking uncle. I swear, they are all the fucking same,” Hawk states, shuddering again.
“How the fuck have you managed to meet the entire family?” I ask.
Hawk looks a little ashamed as he rubs the back of his neck. “I met the sister or the aunt at a bar. Fuck if I know. She was hot AF. Went back to her place, and we were getting down to it when one of the cousins or brothers, whatever they were, walked in and just sat in the corner watching us. When I tried to stop, she told me it was normal, and they often shared everything. I swear, my dick has never shrivelled up so fucking fast. I ran out of there as fast as I fucking could.”
I can’t help it. I roar with laughter. “Fuck, brother, you were such a fucking slut.”
Hawk clutches his chest in mock hurt. “How dare you.”
The brothers all laugh, giving Hawk shit until Acid interrupts. “Er, Pres. Incoming.”
The door swings open, and a pissed-off Star storms in. Fuck, she’s not pissed off. She’s furious. “Someone stole the kids fucking presents?!” she yells.
I run my hand through my hair and sigh. I’d hoped like fuck she wouldn’t find out, and we could get the presents back before she realised.
“Who told you?” I ask.
She stands there with her hands on her curvy hips, her gaze furious. “Prospect, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is finding whoever did it and killing them,” she snaps.
I walk to her and wrap one arm around her while I slowly trace my fingers from her temple to her cheek. “Darlin’, we’ve got this,” I state softly, not wanting to piss her off further. One,because I can’t be dealing with her wrath right now, and two, because normally I would let her fuck her anger out on me. Sadly, I ain’t got time for that.
She doesn’t soften against me. Her body remains rigid, ready to fight, to battle. “They stole my babies’ presents,” she seethes, rage burning in her eyes.
“Darlin’, we will make them pay,” I promise her.
Her mouth sets into a tight line. “You better.” I don’t miss the tone in her voice. If we don’t get those presents back, and if we don’t make them pay, she will take matters into her own hands, along with my fucking balls.
I smirk, unable to hide my love and amusement when she gets pissed off. “Fuck, I love you.”
She softens just slightly. “I mean it,” she adds, arching her brow.
“What’s my reward?” I counter.
“Me not cutting your balls off and feeding them to Erebus,” she quips back.
“He doesn’t like balls, but he doesn’t mind a meaty dick,” Rage interjects.
We both turn our attention to Rage before looking down at Erebus, who is sat happily at Rage’s side panting. “Okay, well, Ghost has a very meaty dick. There’s plenty of girth to it.” Star smiles innocently, patting my chest before stepping away.
The brothers all groan in horror, each of them clutching their crotch.
Star walks towards the door. “I want those presents back here and wrapped by tomorrow,” she adds before closing the door behind her.
“Fuck me, she is terrifying.” Scar smirks.
“You think she’s terrifying? Wait until all of them club together and come after our balls because our Prospects fucked up,” Cash mutters.
“Let’s fucking go and pay the Baskins a visit,” I order, knowing Cash is right. If we don’t get those presents back, it’s us that will pay.
CHAPTER SIX
GHOST
I’ll admitit felt good to ride, all of us together like this. Things had been quiet. Not that I was complaining, but there is just something about riding with my brothers to seek vengeance that just gets the adrenaline pumping and my dark heart filling with pride.
As the sun begins to set on the town, we turn onto the main high street. Even now, years later, the people of this town stop what they are doing to watch us ride by; some in awe, some looking upon us in lust, and others in fear. It’s a powerful feeling. Coming to a stop outside the Baskins tyre shop, the rumbling sound echoing around us announces our arrival.
I kill the engine and get off my bike, striding towards the workshop. Normally the Baskins would be in the shop, and I would have had to get off my bike to greet them, but as I step closer, they are nowhere to be seen. I don’t need to tell my brothers to be on alert. They are already at my back as we approach.
