For a moment, Punc stood at the wall breathing deep and hard. Turning against the club was bad enough, but the idea that asshole had planned to frame him. And not just frame him for any crime, but for murdering a woman he’d known for years… His vision filled with red. “I’m getting the first punch.”
Yak shared a look with Turk. “I don’t mind, as long as I get the first slice at his tat.”
Turk shrugged and his lips tipped up. “You should rethink that. The asshole opted for his forearm. It’ll be my blade that kills him, though.”
11
Over Thirty Brothers
Punc
Thatevening,Puncsaton the couch with Savannah watching the British crime series they’d started before her attack. He wasn’t paying much attention because his mind was filled with vengeance.
His phone vibrated with a text message. It was from Volt.
Time to mount up.
He paused the show, and twisted toward Savannah. “That’s Volt. I gotta get to the clubhouse. Brian’s parked outside. He’ll be there until I get back.”
Her eyes were wary as she nodded. “It feels wrong to admit this, but I’m scared, Punc.”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she leaned into his hold. “Don’t be scared, Savannah. Brian’s out there, andother than my Riot brothers, there’s nobody else I’d trust to keep you and Cat safe.”
Her lips twisted for a moment before she sighed. “I guess that helps a little. Should I go next door and ask the Haders to loan us Nome again? I mean, he’s a labradoodle and one hundred percent all bark and no bite, just licks, but he’s still a deterrent.”
Punc debated that for a beat and shook his head. “No, babe. Keep the doors locked and leave this light on when you go to bed. I’ll be on your couch when I’m finished.”
Her lips twisted. “I get the feeling you’re not telling me something, but I sense it’s for my own good.”
Perceptive.
He’d never expected to find that appealing in his woman, but he liked it a lot.
“You trust me?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then finish the episode, do your thing and go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Her eyes closed for a moment, then she reached out and cupped his cheek before she planted a sweet, short kiss on his cheek. “Be careful, Puncture.”
Punc rode next to Tundra on a two-lane country road that cut through a small Georgia town two hours north of Jacksonville. Tundra signaled to turn into the lot of Roaring Road Tavern, a run-down biker bar. Punc followed and they parked behind the building.
He and Tundra swung off their bikes and sauntered along the side of the bar. One light shone in the parking lot. At a glance, there didn’t appear to be any cameras, but Punc knew looks could be deceiving.
Razor sidled up to him out of nowhere. “Kyle, the owner of this place, owes Volt multiple favors. The bar’s cameras have been disabled, and Vamp’s in the office making sure Kyle doesn’t pull anything on us.”
“And where’s Prime?” Punc asked, his voice tight as he struggled to keep his temper under control.
Razor chuckled ominously. “He’s inside. It’s a private party tonight.”
Tundra shot Razor a sideways glance. “We’re doing this in a bar?”
They’d moved closer to the entrance and in the light of the parking lot, Punc saw Razor’s sinister grin. “There are over thirty brothers in there. Every one of us gets a piece of this asshole, including the Memphis brothers, and the few members who came up from Biloxi. We need space, and we couldn’t take this asshole to where we normally do our wet work. The security cameras showed someone surveilling the driveway.”
“I thought the Biloxi brothers were at Platinum’s. They’re here?” Tundra asked.
Razor nodded at Tundra. “Har, Brute, Roman, and Tiny bailed on Platinum’s.” He locked eyes with Punc. “Cynic and Blood are pissed as fuck that they can’t be here since they’re at the strip club. Blood figures you can take his pound of flesh - especially since Prime had planned to frame your ass. Cynic wants Cal to dish out his vengeance.”
