by Sam Crescent
Exiting the warehouse, she headed in the direction of town and turned her own cell phone on. She dialed Tate’s number.
“Do you have any news on Murphy?” Tate asked.
Eva sighed. “No, I’ve not got anything on him, Tate. I’m headed your way. Where are you?”
“We’re stuck in Kelsey’s apartment. Killer left a little while ago leaving a gun for our protection.” She listened to the younger woman knowing interrupting Tate’s flow would make her remember Murphy was missing.
Suddenly Tate stopped. “I can’t raise this baby without him, Eva.”
“We’re all hoping that’s not the case.” Even as she said the words, Eva felt her hope disappearing.
“He should have phoned by now or gotten in touch. You and I both know it’s not good if he’s not gotten in touch.”
“Stop thinking about it, Tate. That’s an order.” The sound of bikes approaching made Eva tense. She looked behind her to see the emblem Tiny described. Turning back to face the road, she swallowed past the lump in her throat.
“Shit, is that them?” Tate asked.
“Yes, be calm. Hopefully they’ll pass.” Eva started laughing and talking about a comedy movie she’d seen a few weeks ago. Tate didn’t say anything, which Eva was thankful for.
The bikes slowed down beside her. Eva couldn’t believe the rotten fucking luck. “You really should have seen it,” Eva said, almost slipping up by saying Tate’s name.
“Miss,” a man said.
Taking a breath, Eva turned around, trying to look unaffected by the bikes. She recognized the man from the photo she’d seen of Snitch.
“Hold on a minute, honey. I think some guy has stopped to ask me for directions.” Dropping the phone, she smiled at Snitch, wishing she could beat the shit out of him and save Tiny the trouble. “Can I help you?”
Snitch stared at her. “Are you from around here?”
“No, I’m just wandering through. Backpacking my way across the states. My mom and dad are funding it. I’m trying to find myself.”
Shut up, you’re giving away too much information.
“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.
He kept his gaze on her, looking her up and down.
“Look, mister, I’ve got to go.”
“Where is he?” Snitch asked.
“Who? I don’t have a clue who you’re talking about,” Eva said. Crap. Something in the way he was looking at her unnerved her.
“Tiny, where is he?”
Eva frowned, trying to pretend she didn’t have the first clue who Tiny was.
“You’re Tiny’s whore. Don’t even try to deny it.”
Snitch climbed off his bike. Eva didn’t need further warning. She ran in the opposite direction hoping to get away.
She knew her quick getaway wouldn’t work, but she tried. Snitch slammed her to the ground.
“Leave me alone,” she said, screaming. No one came to her help. She felt the sniggers behind her from his men who were laughing and mocking her attempt to escape.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “I know Tiny. He’s got something planned for me. The one thing I know is he won’t let a fucking thing happen to you.”
His hand went around her throat, choking her. She cried out, clawing at his hand.
“No wonder he loves you.” Snitch caressed a hand down her side. “You’re some fucking piece of meat. I can’t wait to get my dick wet.”
Snitch picked her up off the floor and carried her back to his men. She struggled against him, dropping her phone and backpack.
“Leave me alone.” Eva screamed as he back handed her. Hitting the floor, Eva hoped Tiny would make this bastard pay. There was evil inside him, and if Tiny didn’t win, God help them all.
“You either hold on, bitch, or you fall off.” Eva held onto Snitch’s waist. Falling off was not in her future if she could help it. She wanted to see Tiny end this motherfucker.
Chapter Thirteen
Tiny stood on the outskirts of Fort Wills. Killer had driven off and was coming back with the Chaos Bleeds crew. Devil was not far from the town, and he trusted the other leader to right their past mistake.
The sound of rumbling bikes made him aware of Snitch getting closer. It was time to end the past. Reaching behind his back, he felt the gun he was going to use to end Snitch. He shouldn’t be happy or feel joy at the thought of ending another man. Tiny couldn’t stop it, though. This day wasn’t going to end until he watched Snitch take his last breath.
It’s been a long time fucking coming.
The smile on his face dropped when he saw the person on the back of Snitch’s bike. Blood was coming from her lip, and anger replaced any satisfaction of killing him. A swift kill was too fucking nice to this piece of shit. Tiny was going to take his time and make him pay for everything he’d done and all the men, women, and children the fucker had hurt.
He watched as the men turned their bikes off and climbed off the machines. These men were responsible for hurting his own men. Tiny knew his men, and they would be after blood.
“So, you do come back from the fucking dead,” Snitch said, grabbing Eva by the hair.
“I’m sorry, Tiny. I was going to town, and they passed. I tried to escape,” she said. He was shocked to see the anger on her face rather than the fear.
Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get us both out of this mess.
“Shut it,” Snitch said, punching her in the ribs. She went down, grabbing her side. Tiny fisted his hands, wanting to sink his knuckles into the man’s face. He was going to pay the bastard back for all the fucked up memories he had.
If Mikey was still alive, the old bastard would be exacting revenge along with him.
“So, Tiny, you’re here, surrounded by my men. What the fuck do you think you can do?” Snitch asked.
Staring at the man, Tiny tried to blank out Eva. He needed to be able to think as otherwise he was fucked. “I heard you were one man down.”
Snitch reacted, producing a knife, which he put to Eva’s throat. “Do I look like I’m in the fucking joking mood? I will slit your slut’s throat, and I’ll do it for fucking fun. You know I will.”
“You’re not leaving here alive, Snitch. You should have died long ago.”
“Is this what this is about? The slut you saw me fuck? The bitch I fucking killed. I’ve got news for you. She wasn’t the first woman I put in the ground. I’ve got a whole fucking list of dead bodies to my name. What do you think you can do, Tiny? You’ve got nothing. I’ve got your woman, and all my men are ready to put holes in your body,” Snitch said.
Eva was struggling against the other man. Tiny was proud of her fight. His woman was never going to give up, not even to a man like Snitch.
Smiling, Tiny stared at his enemy. Memories of the night Snitch had hurt that girl flooded him. If he died today and took Snitch with him, Tiny would be happy. Ending Snitch would make him feel better, and that was all Tiny needed to feel in that moment, better.
“You’ve got no men. What do you have to smile about?” Snitch asked.
Tiny didn’t bother answering the other man. “You’ve got no idea what’s coming to you.”
Snitch leaned down, licking Eva’s cheek. He grabbed her breast, squeezing her hard. Eva howled in pain at the hard grip of her tit. Tiny tensed knowing he was going to kill Snitch over and over again. “Your woman has a lot of meat on her, Tiny. I can hurt her a lot, and she won’t even break.”
Disgust clawed at him. His stomach turned as sickness threatened. Tiny held everything in, refusing to back down as he kept Snitch in his sights. Everything was in place. He had to bide his time otherwise everything would fail.
“Remember what I said to you, baby,” Tiny said.
“I know. I remember.”
The cell phone he hadn’t destroyed buzzed against his leg. It was time to get this show on the road. Snitch had thought he was in control, and all along he didn’t have a clue what was about to happen. “T
ell me, Snitch, did any of your men find my own men dead on that road?” Tiny asked.
“They fucking died. We saw to that.” Snitch yelled, spitting onto the ground. “Over twenty years ago you sent me out of his fucking town, and I had to start again from the beginning. Now it’s time for me to take it the fuck back.”
Tiny glanced over Snitch’s shoulder seeing what he was waiting for. The rumbling of bikes sounded first. Devil was on his way, and Snitch was living his last few moments.
“Snitch, what do we do?” one of his men asked.
“This town is ours. The Skulls are fucking dead, and I’m going to take this bitch as my whore and use her like I used that slut on that night.” Tiny tensed as he saw Snitch smirk. “I saw you that night. The disgust on your face at what was happening. I had my gun trained on you the whole time. I thought about taking you out, but then I thought of a better game of making you rape a woman for your life.”
Tiny knew none of that had ever happened. He’d gotten away before Snitch could destroy him.
“The slut screamed so fucking good. I wonder if your woman knows how to scream just like I like.” One of his hands went between her thighs. Tiny tensed, ready to fuck up his whole plan.
Eva jerked out of Snitch’s arms, rounded on him and slapped her palm across his face. “Don’t you fucking touch me, you fucking pig.” She spat into his face.
Wiping the spittle from his face, Snitch backhanded her, sending her to the ground.
Hold steady. Don’t fuck this up. You can cut his balls off and feed them to him all in good time.
A kick landed to her stomach, and Tiny couldn’t handle it anymore. Charging at Snitch, he forced the other man to the ground. He’d do everything to keep Eva safe. The sound of the bikes was growing louder. It was only a matter of time before they got there.
Snitch landed a jab to his cheek sending Tiny down to the ground. He wasn’t stunned too long before he kicked Snitch in the stomach. They tumbled together, landing blows to the stomach, chest, and face. Tiny ended on top of him with Snitch facing the floor.
“Do you know why you’re going to lose this fight, Snitch?” Tiny asked. Snitch struggled but didn’t give the order for his men to intervene. He heard Eva gasping in pain. This fucker was going to know torture before he killed him.
“You’re a fucking ass.” Jerking Snitch’s head up at the approaching bikes, Tiny forced him to look.
“You’ve never been a good leader, Snitch. Your men will desert you faster than a fucking woman who knows the scent of death. My men are fucking loyal to me. They know what I want, and they fight for me. They know I’m the fucking boss.”
Standing up, Tiny released Snitch in time to see all of his men climb off the back off the bikes of Chaos Bleeds. Lash and Nash were the first men to approach. They were carrying crowbars by their sides. Tiny saw the anger on the men’s faces. They wanted revenge, and it was so close they could probably taste it.
Devil climbed off the bike with Murphy behind him. Tiny tensed when he saw the bandage across half of Murphy’s face. He’d not been able to find him. How the fuck had Devil found him? Murphy looked the worse for wear.
“Don’t worry, Tiny, I’m still fucking pretty,” Murphy said, holding a gun by his side.
Smiling, Tiny was so fucking relieved to see the other man. Now was not the time to ask questions. Snitch kicked him in the leg, sending him down.
Tiny heard the fighting start as he lashed out at Snitch.
Snitch sliced down, catching his arm. Tiny growled, feeling the sting of the blade.
Gunshots went off, but the only sounds he heard were the sounds of Snitch’s men, failing. The Skulls were hard and wouldn’t let the other biker club get away with it. Also, they had Chaos Bleeds on their side. Devil and his men made a hard impenetrable wall.
Kicking out, Tiny threw Snitch off him. He dove on the other man sending them both to the floor.
Snitch landed a hit to his temple. Tiny’s head hit the floor dazing him from the impact. Turning, he saw Snitch with a gun pointed at his temple. This was the end. Tiny didn’t want to die. There was so much for him to live for, but he wasn’t going to beg this bastard for his life.
Staring down the barrel of the gun, Tiny waited, determined not to run from death.
****
Murphy was alive. Eva felt a brief glimpse of happiness, which ended quickly as she watched the fighting around her. Every part of her body ached. She never thought she’d be so happy at the sight of all the men, but even bruised, she was happy to see them. Murphy’s bandaged face was even a pleasure to see.
Why hadn’t she been able to locate him?
Turning around, she froze as she caught sight of Snitch holding a gun pointed directly at Tiny’s head.
No, he was not going to die. She would not let her man go so easily. It wasn’t happening. Eva screamed, but the sound was drowned out by all the fighting. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the gun. Reaching out, she flicked the safety off. Her father and Tiny had both taught her how to use a gun. Getting to her feet, she ran the several steps to where Snitch stood over Tiny.
“I’m going to fuck her ten times a fucking day, and every time I’m going to make her remember how I put a bullet in you. She’ll be begging for my cock, and when she wants me I’ll fucking kill her.” Snitch was sneering and gloating. His words made Eva feel sick.
Her stomach turned, but she kept the vomit inside. Raising her gun, she pressed it to Snitch’s temple.
“That’s my man,” Eva said.
“You’re not going to shoot me,” Snitch said. She saw him tense. Not taking her eyes off her target, Eva tensed, knowing the warm flush running over her was coming from what she was about to do. She’d never killed anyone, and she was about to end a life right now.
He’s going to kill you and your man. Kill him. Save Tiny.
“I’m going to shoot you. Your biggest mistake, Snitch, was coming out of hiding.”
He turned, but it was too late. She pulled the trigger and ended Snitch’s life. The bullet went through his head, tearing out the back. Eva watched the body fall. Tiny kicked it off him before the body collapsed on him.
The fighting had mellowed down. Looking around her, holding the gun in her hand, Eva bent over and vomited everything she’d eaten that day, coating the ground.
Tiny wrapped his arm around her waist, rubbing her back as she hurled everything out.
I’ve killed a man. I’ve killed a man.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
She continued to throw up until there was nothing left. Sinking against Tiny, she held on tightly to him, needing the comfort only he could give. “He was going to kill you.”
“I know. You saved me, baby. Thank you.” He stroked her back and hair. “I’m not going to kiss you until you brush your teeth. Vomit breath is not what I want to remember.”
Eva laughed, slapping him on the arm.
“Your woman is fucking hot,” Devil said, walking closer. She looked at him over her shoulder. “Will you be giving her away any time soon?”
“Not a chance, and if you try I’ll cut your balls off,” Tiny said.
Devil put his hands up in the air. “I’m taken, man. Got a bitch of my own who’ll be missing me, if she hasn’t taken off that is.” Devil whistled, rounding up his men. “We’ll clean this shit up, and then we’ll be on the road.”
Tiny offered him the hand that wasn’t wrapped tightly around her. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” Devil shook his hand. She saw the smile on his face.
“It’s fantastic to have that sick fuck in the ground. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She stayed by Tiny’s side while the men cleaned away the bodies. Tiny was talking with all of his men.
She didn’t know how long they were stood there until Tiny finally made his way over to her. Killer was sat behind the wheel, tapping his fingers on it.
“Call the women. Tell them to come to my house,” Tiny said, leaning int
o the car. Eva wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. “How are you doing, baby?”
“I’m fine.” And she was, which bothered her. She’d taken a life and didn’t care. Snitch was evil and was about to hurt her man.
“Devil and his boys are going to give us a ride through town. They’re going to know The Skulls are back.”
“This was your plan all along?” Eva asked.
“Nah, this was Alex’s plan. He knows what he’s doing.”
She smiled, running her hand down his chest. “I couldn’t handle anything happening to you.”
Cupping her face, Tiny pressed his lips to hers. “You’re still not getting tongue.”
Slapping him away, she climbed into the car. Tiny moved in the front, and Killer headed out. All the men had worked together to get rid of the evidence. Eva didn’t care about the bodies. She imagined the men who stayed behind were going to take care of the final clearance.
The journey to his house was short. Eva held his hand not wanting to let go of the warmth he offered her.
“Everything is going to be okay, baby,” Tiny said.
She believed him. The threat hanging over The Skulls was finally gone. Now was a time for celebration rather than being somber.
Tate rushed toward the car as they pulled into the driveway. Tiny got out, and Eva stepped out behind him. She watched Tate hit her father.
“What the fuck were you thinking? You could have been killed. Where’s Murphy? I need to see him,” Tate said, sobbing. Angel and Sophia stood by the door with Kelsey, pale. “Where’s Eva? Someone took her.”
“I’m here, sweety,” Eva said, smiling over Tiny’s shoulder. In the next breath, Tate had her arms wrapped around Eva, squeezing her.
Within half an hour the sounds of bikes started to get louder. Eva stood next to Tiny as Devil escorted Murphy into the driveway.
Tate’s hand went to her stomach as he eased off the bike. “Hey, baby.”
“Murphy?”
“Yeah, I know I’m a little fucked up right now, but I still love you. You’ll just have to deal with me being a little scarred.” Tate rushed forward, grabbing the lapels of his jacket.