Dutch nodded and handed over some cash, took the change, and the keys.“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Dutch walked up to his men.“They only have two with a king-size bed.Sarge and I will take those.We have two other rooms with full-size beds.You guys figure out who’s rooming with who.”
Dutch ignored it as his men began arguing, and two of them started pushing each other.He rolled his eyes.“Hey!Knock it off, children.”
Dutch untied his bag from the back of his bike and walked over to his room.He watched his vice, Sarge, bash two heads together, quickly stopping the arguing.
It was already nighttime, and they had eaten, so Dutch planned to shower and then crash.It had been a long two days on the road.The night before, they had pulled off into a dense forest, pushing their bikes into the trees before throwing down their blankets and sleeping there instead of taking the time to find a motel.The place was so sparse he doubted they’d find anything for another hundred miles.
He was surfing through channels later that night when there was a knock on his door.He immediately picked up his gun, walked over to the door, and looked at the three bikers he’d never met before.He put his hand that held the gun behind his back, unlocked, and cracked open the door.“What?”
The man in front smirked.“I think I might know what you’re looking for.”
Dutch’s eyebrows rose.“Really?What would that be?”
“A woman about this tall...”The man held his hand in the middle of his chest, and was skinny.She has blonde hair and blue eyes.Does that sound familiar?”
“Who the fuck are you?”Dutch asked.
“I’m Fury.I’m the prez of the Devil’s Sons.”
“How the hell did you know who I was?”
The two men in back snorted, and one of them said.“We always thought he had spies everywhere.”
Dutch snorted and opened the door wider.“Come on in.”He closed the door after the three men walked to the middle of the room.He didn’t set down his gun until he was certain they weren’t going to fuck with him.
Dutch stepped back when his door opened, and three of his men walked in, all holding guns.
Fury raised his hands and chuckled.“Jesus, fuck.I come in peace.”His men chuckled.
Dutch nodded to his men before slipping his gun into the back of his jeans.
“What do they want, Boss?”Sarge asked.
“They say they know where Naya is,” Dutch told him.He caught the surprise on his men’s faces, but turned his attention to Fury.“Where is she?”
“She’s living with us,” Fury said.
Dutch saw red and growled.
“Wait!”Fury said and held up a hand.“She hasn’t let anyone touch her.”
Dutch exhaled and willed himself to relax.“Why is she with you?”
“My old lady wanted her,” Fury said, and he and his men laughed.
That sounded fucked up.“You let your woman keep people?”
“He lets his woman have anything she wants,” his man said.“I’m Ax.”
Fury scowled at him.“Fuck off.I do not.”The two men with him laughed.Fury shook his head.“We saw her at a diner in town.The waitress told us she was new in town and said Naya shouldn’t be on her own.”
“I heard him groan when his woman perked up with interest,” Ax said and chuckled.
“Do you want to go a few rounds with me, fucker?”Fury growled.
