Just then, the clip-clop of heeled boots sounded behind him. Bruno looked over his shoulder to find the three ? hot as they were nuts ? blondes, strutting into the room, faces twisted in anger.
Holy fucking shit.
Wolf looked at his women and then grinned at the cut on Bruno’s lip. “Nice work, Candy!” he said.
When she came across the room to sit with Wolf, she raised her head to glare at Bruno. She smiled at him. “Thanks, baby.”
Bruno shook his head. “I wasn’t going to hurt them.”
Candy growled something nasty. “Coulda’ fooled me, shithead!”
The two others pranced across the floor, lighting up their smokes as they walked.
Wolf shot up from his seat.
Bruno noted the man clenching his fists, preparing to strike.
“You touched my women!”
..... the Prez who can’t control his women... Fuckin’ A.
“Sit your big biker ass down!”
Wolf glared at him. “And why would I fucking do that?”
Bruno scoffed a partial demonic laugh, and drew a second gun from the back of his belt then, in one quick motion, cocked both guns at this sides.
Sighing forcefully, Wolf took his seat.
“Now listen up!”
Everyone in the room stared at him with wide eyes.
“I got a couple of things I need to say to you fellas and pain in the ass over here. From here on out, you answer to me. Do as I say, and you’ll live. Do as I say, and you’ll keep your freedom. I want an association with your club. The deal is, I keep you guys safe, leave you alone, but when I call, you come running. Am I clear?” Bruno took his time staring into the eyes of everyone in the room, then met Wolf’s gaze and held it.
“And how the hell am I supposed to do that?”
Bruno shrugged. “That’s not my problem, it’s yours.”
The sound of gunshots erupted from outside and everyone rushed towards the door.
It was a mother-fucking shit storm. Eight bikers shooting at Marco crouched below and electrical box.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” muttered Bruno. Rage morphed his features, anger rode him hard. Sprinting towards the Harleys, he crouched behind the nearest bike and fired six rounds in their direction.
He noticed the keys were still in the ignition. He stood up, straddled the ride and tore out into the parking lot. No word of a lie, he’d never ridden a motorcycle before in his life. But he could handle it.
“Bruno DUCK!” Marco bellowed.
Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire attacked as the bikers fired blindly at him.
He kept his head low, praying he wouldn’t be hit. Bullets pinged off the Harley and the ground, Bruno stormed right for them. As he came closer, full acceleration engaged, the bikers dove out the way.
“Ay! That’s. MY. Ride!” Wolf shouted as Bruno skidded past, making a turn for the gates.
“No shit,” Bruno growled, his voice made of steel. He blazed away, his middle finger swung in the Prez’s direction ? giving him the big F.U. Fucking pussy Wolf should be thankful Bruno didn’t kill anybody, only because he was feeling merciful.
Wolf kept roaring, with instinct bellows.
