The fucking coward was trying to leave Nevada. He thought he could just swoop in here and haul me off like he did before, and when that didn’t work, try to kill my fucking mate?This time, I was greatly looking forward to making his life a living nightmare for the little time he had left in this world. This was ten years in the making. The fact that he didn’t even bother to look for his own son was the cherry on top of his shit character.
From what the spotters reported—when they found his little entourage attempting to leave Vegas just before dawn—it seemed like he was tucking tail and running to Andrea in Chicago.Thatmotherfucker was next on my shit list. My appetite would hardly be quenched by ripping Elio apart, so I wasn’t in a rush to fly out and fuck Andrea up in his own city after making sure Grant was healed. I was going to enjoy taking bastard down thoroughly, like a lion with a gazelle.
My bike’s engine screamed as I pushed it to the limit, weaving through the cars driving along the highway without considering if the others could keep up. Taylor and two Red Riot members followed on their own motorcycles, and another three brought a full blacked-out SUV to haul Elio’s body off when I was done hunting him down.
“Damn it, Lore!” Taylor filled my helmet with some colorful cursing as he narrowly avoided getting his back wheel clipped. “Wait up, ya madwoman! It’ll be hard to kill Elio if you end up in the feckin’ hospital!”
Three blacked-out SUVs with out-of-state plates were sticking together in one lane about fifty yards ahead of us, with another three cars between them and me. It seemed like the front car was trying to drift over to take the next exit, and I assumed the middle car carried Elio. They probably heard the bikes coming and were hoping to lose us, but there wasn’t much in the industrial outskirts of the city. It wouldn’t be hard to track them down among the warehouses.
Seriously, fuck these guys.
All three SUVs swerved to the off-ramp at the last possible moment, triggering a ripple of angry honks from the cars they cut off. Shooting a glance over my shoulder to check the clearance, I cut through the two lanes between us to take the ramp after them. Then the front car took a sudden right turn to cut through a parking lot, with the other two cars in their group struggling to follow.
“Lore, don’t even–” Taylor’s warning was lost on me. I cut across two lanes in the feeder road and jumped straight over the low curb separating the lot from the road. “Shit! Kent, you’re the closest, stick with her!”
Another bike rumbled up next to me as I wove through the half-empty lot to catch up to Elio’s convoy. They stood out horribly in this neighborhood. So did we, but most of Vegas knew to stay the fuck out of the way when we came through. The sporadic traffic along the side road was just enough to slow the car I suspected held Elio from his lead car. “Kent, take care of the front car.”
Without waiting for his response—or possible bitching from Taylor—I pulled a handgun from the small of my back and aimed it at the front tires of the SUV closest to us. It had just turned right, onto a pothole-riddled road. The passenger happened to glance over as I pulled the trigger, a look of shock painting his face as he smacked the driver’s arm and pointed at me.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I went for both tires on the passenger side. Sparks flew, and a horrid screeching pierced my ears even through my helmet as they scraped along the road with only two functional wheels. The passenger’s window rolled down, and a rifle poked out, aimed at me. I shot first. He slumped forward and smacked the dashboard, blood leaking onto it from his forehead as the driver yelled profanities in Italian before another couple of shots tore into his side and had him slumping over the wheel. Zipping pastthe car that was now hobbling to a stop, I followed Elio’s SUV just in time to see it take a right two blocks ahead.
“I’m cutting his car off in the alley,” I announced to the bikers who were just catching up. Smoke flew from my wheels as I slammed the brakes and swung my bike to take the sharp right between two run-down warehouses.
Lights shone from the other end of the alley, and I screeched to a halt again. The SUV barreled down the narrow alley, scraping off one of the side mirrors in the process and gaining speed as if it were going to run me over. I kept my booted foot planted on the asphalt, with the bike leaning against it as I yanked the rifle from where it was mounted along the right side. The car’s engine revved again, and I sighted down the barrel, pulling the trigger on the next breath. I wasn't going to be throwing my second bike this week.
The deafening sound of both front tires being blown out ricocheted off the brick walls. The car tried to ride on its metal rims, screaming their protests and causing the SUV to bounce off either wall while the driver lost control. I tossed the rifle over my shoulder and cranked the throttle on the bike to turn around and shoot out of the alley’s mouth just in time to miss the car skidding onto the road. Taylor had just come around the corner behind them when I whipped the bike around again to aim the rifle at the windshield. There was no way those wheels would be able to carry the SUV now, banged up and dented as they were.
Taylor pulled up on the passenger’s side and lifted his own pistol, waiting for someone to burst out at any moment. The windows were likely bulletproof, but that meant we couldn’t be shot from inside the car either. We were locked in a standoff of sorts. Whoever stepped out of that car first was getting a bullet to the leg if they were lucky. One to the head if they were anyone but Elio.
“The guys are pulling up behind you in the car,” Taylor warned through the Bluetooth. "The third car broke free and hauled ass down the block; Kent's going after them."
The crackling of tires gripping the asphalt rolled up moments later, so close I could feel the heat radiating from its grill. Locks popped when it was put into park, and the slams of three car doors told me they had come out to help with backup. Bright red caught my eye from the corner of my visor, a Red Riot jacket covering the arms of the man aiming a Glock at Elio’s car with both hands. His driver was the first to step out, empty hands raised as he slid from the seat and took two long steps from the car. I recognized the guy as one of Frank’s old staff, the one we pulled over while he was bringing Grant from the airport when he first came to Vegas. Of course, Elio was using Andrea’s men.
Taylor was the one to pull his helmet off first. His bike was tilted against one leg, ready to take off at a moment’s notice with his hand on the throttle to keep it from dying. “Tell that asshole to get the fuck out! I got better shit to do, like get railed without lube!” A dark scowl wrinkled his brow as he stared, unblinking, at the SUV.
The driver and I both winced at the thought. “No one here wants to know what kinky shit you get into with your girlfriend,” I grumbled through the mic, knowing he could hear it. A couple of chuckles came through from the other Riot members’ lines.
“The lead car’s passengers are dead,” Kent reported. “I’m three blocks down, picking up sirens where I’m at.”
Someone probably reported the shots when we were closer to the main highway. “Flag the police down, let them know we have it under control here. I’m disconnecting for now, but Taylor can stay on to coordinate.” My fingers found the button on the side of my helmet to turn off my Bluetooth and released the clasp from under my chin. Sweat dotted my upper lip, which I wipedaway before kicking the stand to get off, and set the helmet on my newly vacated seat.
Elio must not have known I was among the bikers until now, because as soon as I turned to face the SUV and unzipped the top of my riding jacket, the back door flew open. A raging and disheveled Elio stumbled out. As one, the Riot members surrounded me and pulled their guns, which were now all aimed at him. Then his face turned an impressive shade of purple.
“You fucking whore!” Elio’s spittle dotted his lips, practically foaming at the mouth when his eyes locked on the fresh mating bite in a place of pride on my neck. Blood still trickled from some of the deeper punctures. “You ran off for ten years and what, fucked every man that would give you attention? I’ll be dragging you home on a fucking collar you will never get loose from! Maybe I'll even add some more holes into your body for my men to fuck—”
I cackled, cutting off his tirade. “Bitch, please! You’re running away from me and now threatening totake me with you? You never owned me, Elio, even when you paid my father hundreds of thousands of euros to fuck me!” From the corner of my eye, movement caught my attention, and without missing a beat, I pulled my Glock to fire off three rounds straight into the driver’s chest. He went down like a sack of sand right where he’d tried to creep back into the seat. “You and I both know you fucked up beyond saving this time, Elly boy. Stupid of you to think someone like Andrea would actually stick his neck out for you if he fell on the losing side of your little scheme.”
The level of delusion he lived in was impressive, if not a little fucking annoying.
“Oh, please,” he snarled. His knees buckled, and he fell back against the SUV hard. Not gonna lie, it was immensely satisfying seeing the great Elio Messina all out of sorts with a bloodied face. But it didn’t hit quite as well as I’d hoped after ten yearsof imagining this day. “You’re a dumber bitch than I thought if you assume I’m the only one wanting to watch you bleed out! You’ve fucked over too many bosses to have any allies left in the Assembly.”
“You mean those old wrinkled ballsacks sitting in their panic rooms across the ocean from us?” In a show of disgust, I turned my head to spit on the ground. “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Elio’s beady blue eyes followed every step as I meandered closer. He was such a horrible actor. Even after all this time, he couldn’t control himself, staring at me with that same horny look he had when I lay broken at his feet. “The difference between bosses like you and bosses like me is that I don’t need allies. Especially ones with the double trouble of both tiny dicks and brains. Trust me when I say they are the least of my concerns right now.”
Bang!
The dumbass wasn’t even paying attention to my hand while I was closing in. The bullet to his kneecap came as a total shock, which had him howling in pain; it was music to my ears. As he bent to nurse the new hole, I rushed forward and sent my knee right into his face, knocking him back into the car to slide down and land on his ass. The tip of my gun to Elio’s temple made him stiffen, still grasping at his ruined leg as he stared up at me with hatred burning in his stare. Damn pervert still had a raging boner poking from behind his pants’ straining zipper. Oh, how I wanted to stomp on that diseased dick until it turned to mush under my foot…
