Wring: Road Kill MC #5 Read Online Free Page B

Rose's
cooking. Especially the pancakes. Damn.
    I put the cell up to my
face and audio my anger into a text.
     
    Me: Keep your nose out of
my shit.
     
    A full minute
passes.
     
    Noose: I wouldn't do dick
if I didn't give a rat's ass.
     
    I know. It's what I need,
but I can't accept. Something won't let me.
    Noose means well, the
stubborn fucker.
    I speak my reply, and the
letters appear on my phone. I hit S end.
     
    Me: just give it a rest.
     
    Noose: for now. Swing by our place. Have grub.
     
    My eyes watch traffic
beginning to finally get on the road on the only lazy day of the
week. I tap my fingers. Thinking. Trying not to.
     
    Me: Ok.
     
    I slide the phone back
into my inner pocket of my cut and take a right on 240th heading
west, toward Noose’s.
    I cut through Kent
Station, a relatively new depot, strip mall and condo complex they
threw in the valley a couple of years ago. They did a good job,
unlike a lot of older Kent enterprises, where infrastructure and
planning were afterthoughts.
    I pass a funky old faded
red house squeezed between two high-rise commercial buildings on my
right, spotting local gang tag shit hidden in plain sight. Symbols
are buried in allowed graffiti that looks like artwork. I
slow.
    Hate this block. The ritzy
condo place where Noose lives is only ten blocks from Blood
territory. Top Shelf Condos.
    It's a tangible distance.
Proof of what the Bloods are quietly doing is right here, breathing
down our collective necks.
    And Road Kill MC is going
to make them bleed. We don't allow gangs. All of our charters are
working hard to defend territory. It's simple. Basically, if they
try to move into ours, we kill them. Sends a permanent
message.
    Lots of final-looking rope
burns decorate gang members throats who thought they would push
their agenda. The marks are like a Road Kill MC calling card
now.
    There's no open casket for
those fuckersʼ funerals.
    A loose smile fills my
face at the thought of eradicating those shitbags.
    My expression and
momentary happiness fade at the sight that catches my
eye.
    Gang leader—don't know his
name—sporting Blood colors has a solid hold on a woman.
    She’s blond, slim, and
built to fuck. Not cheap.
    I frown. Image doesn't
work. Fucking Bloods are starting to sell flesh to get fast cash.
This girl doesn't look like a working girl.
    Judging by her body language,
she’s not real willing , either.
    Next to the tall gang
fuck, she looks like a porcelain doll. Long blond hair falls to a
shapely ass. Her sexy-secretary getup shows kick-ass acres of
smooth fair skin at her arms, legs, and throat. Creamy, not
pasty.
    I turn away, concentrating on
the road and beyond that, Noose's place. He’s got food. Fucking starved.
    My instincts fire off over
what I just saw, interrupting my thoughts.
    Fuck.
    I glance over my shoulder,
and green eyes like seawater meet mine. The plea in that gaze turns
my stomach.
    Don't put your dumb fucking
nose in gang shit. No brothers at my
back.
    You don't know this bitch,
Wring . Leave
it.
    Tears run down her face,
as clear as day, sparkling like captured diamonds of
sadness.
    Fuck it.
    I execute a tight U-turn
and come around, rolling the bike into the stall. Kill the engine
and hop off.
    The closer I get, the more
I want this fucker to let her go, the feeling creeps over my skin
like ants on their favorite hill.
    “Fucking Road Kill mofo,”
the prick says, adjusting his undersized junk.
    Hmmm.
    He's hurting the woman.
I've never been a fan of men putting their hands on females. Find I
become less of one all the time.
    I stare at this piece of
shit, willing him to be smart with my gaze, trying to convince
myself to hold back.
    “You got a problem, Road
Kill maggot?” His jaw kicks up, tempting me with breaking it. My
eyes line up on the bulls-eye he's presenting.
    That's about the point
when I figure I can't hold back.
    I smile at him.
    The girl is the smartest
one of all three of us. She takes a look at my face and