“We are riding,” Colborn calls out. He does not sound at all sorry for having to interrupt us, the asshole.
I lower my forehead against Siena’s. Taking in a deep breath, I slowly expel it to try to calm myself as I gently pull out, feeling her cavern of love tightening around me.
There is another rap on the door. “Hello, anybody there?” I can hear the amusement in Colborn’s voice.
“Fuck off!”
His chuckle has me glaring at the door when I hear him walking away.
“Do you have to go?” Looking back at Siena, I nod. I know that Colborn wouldn’t have interrupted us if it wasn’t necessary. If he says we are riding, it means that something came up that we need to go and check. I’m sure it’s those fucking Desperados. I swear we should just kill the sons of bitches and get it over and done with.
“When will you be back?” Siena’s slumberous voice has me wanting to say to hell with whatever is going on and lay down beside her.
“I’m not sure. But you rest, and hopefully I will be back before you get out of this bed.”
Her smile warms my heart, knowing that she has hopefully been appeased about my marriage and Isabela. Leaning down, I kiss her tenderly before getting up and slipping on a clean T-shirt and jeans. I would rather have showered before going out, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Be careful,” Siena calls as I head towards the door.
“Of course,” I reply, glancing back and freezing as I see her leaning against the headboard, her breasts proudly on display, one leg straight and one slightly bent, but open enough for me to see her passionate folds awaiting my touch.
“Fuck, I’m hard again,” I mutter, which has her grinning.
The minx. She did that on purpose. “Tease! You will pay for that,” I state as I open the door and slip out the door as she laughs.
“Promise?” I hear her quip just as I close the door. I swear this better be worth it, because if I left my woman to go out for a joy ride, I will not be happy. Making my way outside, I hear the men talking amongst themselves as they await my arrival.
“At last, thought I would have to come and help you put your jeans on,” Ulrich teases.
“Shit, bro, you could have showered,” Tal states as I walk past him, showing him the finger.
“You were in a hurry so you can put up with my smell. Where the fuck are we going, anyway?”
“We got word on where Basil and his boys are going to be,” Tor replies just before he fires up his ride. Fuck, looks like we’re going to put an end to this today after all. Adjusting my jeans to try to ease the tightness around my cock, I start my Harley. Whatever is coming for them, they deserve it. Those fuckers are rotten to their core, and nothing will save them now except divine intervention.
Opening up the throttle, I head in the direction where Einar, Garth, and Tor have gone. The others, except for Haldor and Dag, are missing from our group, which tells me that they are staying behind to look after the women. I see that two of our prospects are also riding with us. Tor must be expecting trouble, or he wouldn’t have had the prospects join a fight like this.
I’m surprised to see us head out of town. Where are these assholes holed up at? We ride for about forty minutes before Tor is pulling up at a layby. “They should be just up the road at a turn off that leads to a farm on our left.” If they are on a farm instead of their usual hangouts in town, that can only mean that they are here for a reason.
“Keep your eyes peeled. I am told that some of those enhanced fuckers are still hanging around with them,” Tor warns as he points at Einar and then Tal. “You two, find a spot to park. I want you further up the road in a spot that is hidden, then make your way from that side into the house. Eirik, Garth, and Colborn, you will park your bikes somewhere here and make your way towards the house on foot from here. When the five of you are in place, let us know, and we will ride up to the front door.”
Tal and Einar pull away, making their way past the entrance to the house. Colborn, Garth, and I get off our bikes, pushing them into the area surrounded by trees next to the road. We then make our way through the trees in the direction that Tor said their house will be. I feel a tingling race down my spine as we see the house.
Looking around, I try to find any danger that could be imminent, but everything seems quiet—too quiet. “Something feels off,” I whisper, as I don’t want any of the enhanced fuckers to hear us. Garth and Colborn are also looking around with a suspicious expression. Garth nods. Pulling out his phone, he sends Tor a text.
Before he has a chance to slide the phone back into his pocket, a shot rings out which has the three of us immediately diving to the ground. Hearing a grunt, I look towards Colborn and Garth to see blood starting to gush out of a wound on Garth’s shoulder. “Motherfuckers” he roars.
If he hadn’t reacted as fast as he did at the sound of the shot, he would now be dead. The question is, how the hell didn’t we hear the asshole that shot at us? Colborn raises his hand towards Garth only to have another shot ring out. He snaps his hand back just before the bullet crashes into the ground next to where he’s lying.
“Where the fuck is he, can you see him?” I ask as I look around because I can’t see where the fucker is hiding. I hear another shot, but this one isn’t in the same place or directed at us. “Shit, this is a fucking trap,” I mutter.
“They knew we were coming,” Garth snaps angrily.
“Who the hell gave Tor this intel?” I ask as I continue searching for any sign of who is shooting at us.
“Drake,” Garth replies.
“Our prospect?” Colborn asks which has Garth grunt and nod. “How the fuck did he get this info?”